One hand makes a fist in my hair, tugging at it and making me shiver, while his lips bruise me, our mouths messy and hard, teeth hitting teeth in our uncontrollable need to devour each another.
I’m absolutely rabid for this beautiful man. With his white shirt unbuttoned, I drag my nails over the hard planes of his chest, over the tuft of hair and the expanse of inked art. I reach down to the waistband of his pants and undo the button, while his mouth goes for my neck again, sucking, biting, and I throw my head back to give him better access.
I deftly undo the button and zip down his fly before sliding my hand over his hardness. Holy fuck. He does go commando. The long, heated length of him pulses beneath my palm and he lets out a low, rough growl that vibrates down my spine.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, breathing hard into my neck. “I’m already going to explode.”
“That makes two of us,” I tell him. He’s so fucking huge, and just touching his cock is bringing me to the edge. I don’t know how I’ll survive it inside of me but I’m dying to try.
I wrap my hands around firmer and free it from his pants. I curl forward, glancing down to see. He grows harder, firmer in my hands, the tip dark, flushed, and gleaming. Oh god, I just want to put it in my mouth, all of it, sucking, tasting every inch of him.
At the same time I want him deep inside of me, as far as I can take him, even though he could break me in two.
What a fucking predicament.
I start stroking him, running the precum over his silky hot ridge, pausing at the round and full tip, before going back down again, one hand going further, down over his balls. Lachlan’s got a fair amount of hair on his arms, chest, and treasure trail, so thank god for manscaping. I gently cup his balls in my hand and he shudders against me.
“Oh love,” he says, raspy, sucking in his breath. “Don’t ruin me just yet.”
I bite my lip and smile at the effect I have on him. I want to ruin him and I want him to ruin me. The need, the power, is intoxicating.
He pulls back for a second, watching with a delirious look in his hooded eyes as my hands work him up and down. His scrapes his teeth over his lower lip then slowly looks up at me. “You’ll have to stop that or I’m going to come right here and now,” he warns.
I pause and grip his gorgeous cock tighter. His eyes roll back in his head, and the muscles in his thick neck are corded, straining. “Make me,” I tease.
He grunts and moves back into me, ripping the shirt over my head, causing me to let go. My nipples are as hard as pebbles, and he cups my breast, licking a path to the center. He takes one in his mouth and I’m swept away by the warmth, by the fire-laced nerves that radiate out from me.
“Oh god,” I cry out softly.
He makes a noise of agreement against my breast, causing more nerves to incinerate. He slips his hand below, sliding it over my clit which is slick as sin.
“You’re fucking soaked” he says huskily before taking my nipple between his teeth and pulling slightly. “I knew you’d have a greedy little *.”
I moan, trying to tell him that it was pretty obvious that I did, but my words are ripped from my mouth as he pushes one big finger inside of me, the roughness igniting my screamingly sensitive skin. The heavy penetration seems to roll through me and I automatically jerk my hips forward, bringing his finger further inside.
He makes a low, guttural sound and pulls out slowly before adding another finger. I bite my lip to keep from yelling his name as he expertly slides his fingers over the swollen bundle of nerves that threatens to destroy me from the inside out.
“Fuck,” I moan, my mouth open and gasping as my senses are nearly blinded.
“That’s coming,” he says before flicking my nipple with his tongue. “And so are you.” He pulls his fingers out and then pushes three in and I’m breathless and shaking. Crazed. His fingers are so thick, it’s nearly unbearable. It’s the size of an average cock, and from the way he plunges them in and out, he works them like one, too.