I stay there, my hands fastened to her waist, my gaze raking from where I’m buried deep in her pussy to her beautiful, bruised body. My focus lands on her face and I drink in every change in her expression as I pull out to the tip of my erection to thrust all the way to the base. Sloane’s responding moan is loud, desperate. She grasps the headboard and I do it again. This time she’s louder still.
“That’s my girl,” I say, meeting her dark and hooded gaze with a rakish grin as I lean forward. My hand folds around her throat. “Be as loud as you want. The whole goddamn neighborhood could hear you and I wouldn’t give a fuck.”
I slam into her with long, powerful strokes, my cock rolling over that piercing with every pass, making me feral with want. I’m flooded with her. Her scent and her raspy moans. Her pulse as it surges against my palm. The sight of her body beneath mine. The feel of her cunt gripped tight around my cock. She’s everywhere, in every drop of my blood, in every spark of thought, and I want to fucking destroy her for it. To shatter her just like she’s broken me. Because she brings me to my fucking knees. I want to ruin her so that she’s mine, my beautiful disaster. My wild creature. My goddess of chaos.
And I fuck her like that’s exactly what I’m going to do.
I rut into her. Hard. Deep. Unrelenting and merciless. She strains against my grip around her throat, veins protruding in lines up her neck. I tell her all the ways I’m going to take her. In her mouth. In her perfect pussy. In her tight little ass. I’m going to fill her up until I’m everywhere inside her. Just like she’s everywhere in me.
And she fucking loves it.
Her arousal perfumes the air. She pleads for more. She begs me not to stop. And I don’t, not for a single second. I firm my grip around her throat with one hand, press my fingers to her clit in circles with the other and slam into her, over and over until she cries out my name and clenches around my erection as she comes apart. And I’m right behind her. An electric current rolls across my spine and my balls tighten and I’m spilling into her, shaking, my heart a riot of deafening drums in my ears. I push as deep as she can take me and relish the flutter of her pussy as it milks every drop of cum.
I want to stay buried here, to gather her up and press Sloane’s sweat-slicked body against mine as I fall asleep with her cunt wrapped around my cock.
And I will.
Later.
I pull out slowly, inch by inch, riveted to the sight of our glistening arousal as it coats my cock. Sloane’s arm is slung over her eyes as she tries to recover her breath. It’s adorable, really. She probably already thinks I’ve destroyed her.
She’s wrong.
I lean down and seal my mouth over her pussy. My fingers work her swollen clit. I’m rewarded with a shocked yelp of my name as I plunge my tongue into her pulsing channel.
“Rowan—”
Her muscles contract and our cum floods my mouth. I smile against her flesh as I collect our spend on my tongue.
Then I prowl up the length of her body.
Sloane’s hazel eyes flash, the bruises setting off the green hues in her irises as they dance between mine. I think the realization is finally setting in. This isn’t even close to over.
It’s only just begun.
My weight rests on my forearms as I hover over her. I tap one finger to her lips.
Tap, tap, tap. Open wide.
Sloane’s lips part. I spit the cum into her waiting mouth.
“Swallow.”
She does, her eyes not leaving mine, not until I crush my lips to hers.
This kiss is raw. There’s no barrier left between us now. It’s Sloane stripped down to little more than carnal want. It’s the way I’ve felt so many times when I’ve been with her. Like I’m made of nothing more than desperate need. Our teeth clash. She bites down on my bottom lip and a tang of iron bleeds into the flavors of sweetness and salt.
“You taste that, Blackbird?” I ask when I pull away just enough that I take up all the space in her field of vision.
“Yes,” she whispers.
“You know what that is?”
She has the good sense to shake her head. I smile.
“An appetizer. And now it’s time for a fucking feast.”
I slide back down her body to settle between her trembling thighs as I snake a hand beneath her back to raise her pussy to my mouth.
And just as I promised, before the night is through, she screams.
18
DETONATE
SLOANE
I can’t sleep, even though my mind is more relaxed than it’s ever been and my body is exhausted.
It might have something to do with the cock buried in my pussy.
I think I could fall asleep like this, wrapped in Rowan’s arms. There’s never been a safer place. And I love the idea of drifting off like this, still connected in a way I don’t want to be with anyone else.
But I can’t. Because despite how tired I am, I want him.
He unleashed something in me, cracking me open to reveal layers beneath that I didn’t know existed. It’s not like I haven’t had good sex before, but nothing even close to what it was with Rowan. He takes in a way that’s giving. He seems to know exactly when to push and how far. And in the end, it’s fervent. Uninhibited.
And I already want it again, even though our hosts would probably hate us for it.
Every time I think about facing Rose and Fionn tomorrow morning, heat burns in my cheeks. We were so loud. Both of us. I screamed Rowan’s name more than once. He roared mine as he came in my mouth, my hair twisted around his fist.
When I finally begged him to stop making me come, he gathered my limp, spent body in his embrace, piled pillows around my injured arm, and then slid back into my pussy to the sound of my gasp. I felt the smile in his lips against my neck when I whispered a disbelieving curse.
“Go to sleep, Blackbird,” he’d said, then placed a kiss on my neck before laying his head down on the pillow. “Or don’t, up to you. But I’m going to sleep like a fucking rock with my cock buried deep in your perfect pussy.”
How the fuck was I supposed to sleep after he said that?
And now here I am, desperate for movement, for friction, and not wanting to wake the man whose cock is balls-deep in my cunt.
“Jesus,” I whisper.
I thought at first that he would soften and slip free, but that has not happened. I’m not sure how long it’s been, maybe twenty minutes, but it feels like a fucking eternity. If I could just move, get some relief from this aching need between my thighs…
I’m going to be awake all night at this rate.
Nope. That will be torture. Which he’d probably love.
A thin, determined breath of air threads past my lips.
I shimmy my left arm through the nest of pillows until I’m able to press my fingers to my clit with a sigh of relief. My shoulder is too sore to move easily, but it doesn’t need to be perfect, not with Rowan’s cock filling my pussy. I’m halfway there already, I just need a little pressure.