Slay (Storm MC #4)

Oh, fuck me.

I closed my eyes and swayed a little while his hand remained firm on my pussy. The thought briefly crossed my mind that we were in public, but I couldn’t bring myself to worry about people watching; his hand felt too damn good on me. He rubbed it up and down me until I couldn’t take it any longer, and I reached down, stopping him. I opened my eyes and found him staring into my face with a look of pure need. “Upstairs,” I breathed out, and his nostrils flared.

He let me go, and I led him up to my bedroom. As he followed me into my room, he kicked the door shut and reached his hand around my waist. Next minute, my back was against his front and his lips were on the back of my neck.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he trailed kisses up my neck. His spare hand came up to cup my face and turn it to the side so he could press a kiss to my lips.

He tasted like scotch and home. I hardly knew this man, and yet, I knew him like the back of my hand. He kissed me slowly at first, letting our lips and tongues explore each other. Slowly, he deepened the kiss until I was begging him with my mouth to take me harder, at which point he growled into my mouth and turned me in his arms so our fronts were pressed hard against each other. He pulled his lips from mine for a moment and stared at me. “How hard do you want this?”

I grasped his head with both hands, ground myself against him and pulled his face back to mine. “As hard as you wanna give it.”

He hissed; his desire for that was clear in his eyes. Strong hands moved down to cup my ass, his grip hard, and he rasped, “You sure you know what you’re asking for, baby?”

Baby.

That word from his mouth was like a match to my flame.

I wanted this man more than I’d wanted any man.

I wanted to sink into him, to take everything from him, to let him take everything from me.

Oh god, where was this going to end up?

He was danger in all its glory, and yet he was safety and shelter at the same time. I knew that in my bones. And I knew I wanted it all.

“Yes,” I finally said.

Determination flared in his eyes, and a growl came from his chest. He kissed me again, his lips insistent against mine. I opened my mouth to his and he devoured me with a force that threatened to steal my breath away.

When he broke the kiss, he let me go and took a step away from me. Hungry eyes feasted on me and I enjoyed the thrill, knowing this powerful man wanted me. Me.

He pulled his t-shirt off and I sucked in a breath when his rock hard muscles were revealed to me. I let my gaze roam over them as I committed his body to memory. Ink covered one side of his chest in a tribal tattoo of some sort. It extended down his arm as well.

Arm Porn.

Jess was right when she compared Donovan’s arms to porn. I could barely tear my gaze away from them. They mesmerised me and held my attention until his voice broke the spell.

“Take your top off,” he commanded in a rough voice.

I did as he said and let my top fall to the floor.

“Bra.”

His eyes were fixed on mine, and I wondered how long until they would drop to my chest.

I want your eyes on my body.

Reaching behind me, I unsnapped my bra and let it fall away to reveal my breasts to him.

His eyes didn’t move, but he did. He came to me and crushed a kiss to my lips. Then, after one final glance at my face, he dropped his gaze to my chest. His sharp intake of breath uncurled more desire in me. I thought I might shatter a moment later when he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and teased it with his tongue.

I moaned his name and he sucked me harder. My hands threaded through his hair and I pulled his head towards me. He gently bit my nipple as one of his hands reached down to my jeans and rubbed my pussy through them.

“Fuck,” I moaned. Feels so damn good. I moved my hand to undo my jeans and he helped me by pulling the zip down.

Our movements grew frantic as we rushed to rid ourselves of all clothes. When we stood naked in front of each other a moment later, I couldn’t hold myself back. The need to touch him overwhelmed me. I took his cock in my hand and stroked it, firm but slow. His breathing grew ragged while I worked my strokes into a faster pace.

As his body jerked with the pleasure, I moved to bend so I could take him in my mouth, but he stopped me. A firm hand came around me neck and he gripped me there, hard. His intense stare while he remained silent caused a new round of sensations to fire through me. My body sizzled with the need to have him, but he seemed intent on slowing me down.

He began walking us backwards until my back hit the wall. His hand still circled my neck in a strong hold. Not tight enough to choke me, but tight enough to restrict my breathing a little.

Tight enough to excite my dark fantasies.