The next few seconds he swelled in my mouth, so impossibly big I thought he'd hurt me. He roared and shook from head to toe as he tensed up and emptied himself into me, fucking my mouth in swift, desperate strokes, flooding my mouth with so much come I couldn't take it all.
He spilled out my lips. I swallowed everything I could manage, every jet he sent hurling down my throat. Not that it was easy to focus with my fingers working overdrive between my legs, pushing me to the brink – and then straight into free fall.
He swelled, erupted, filled me with hot, musky seed shooting across my tongue. His climax overflowed, grunt by grunt, and I moaned into the flood of come.
I came with a mouthful of his cock, his come. I felt his warmth and his energy radiating across me as my own body exploded, shaking and moaning and sweating in heavy, tense ripples. My climax opened up a hole in the world underneath me and swallowed us both.
For a couple of beautiful minutes, I found total release from everything I'd suffered, a completion in Skin, my feminine canvas glowing in his masculine stars.
He made me feel everything he'd offered before, but this time there were no barriers, no holding back.
We came together, long and hard.
I only started cleaning the sticky mess he'd left dripping down my neck when he finally pulled out, sliding one hand across my face, a softer touch than he'd ever used before.
“Look at me, babe,” he ordered, when I'd finally wiped most of it up.
For a second, I hesitated. I worried how I'd feel when I finally met his eyes again, scared that we'd just made a huge fucking mistake.
But when our eyes connected, there was no regret, no terror. No ifs, ands, or buts.
“That was amazing,” I sighed, smiling as I gave his softening cock one last rub.
“Was?” He cocked his head, looking at me like he really didn't understand. “Stand the fuck up.”
I bounced up and he wrapped his arms around me. His face came in close and he inhaled my scent, breathing through my hair, entangled yet again with his strong, incredible fingers.
“Yeah, I mean, it's over now...we have to get on with all the other stuff. Right?” I'd never sounded so nervous with a man after having him naked.
But Skin was the first man in ages to make me come, and the only one who'd done it with such an intensity, without even touching me directly between my legs. He'd done it with his energy, his strength, whatever strange spell he had over my body.
“You're cute, babe, for real.” He smiled, staring deep into my eyes. “I meant every word I said. If this is just a one night thing, then I'm gonna spend every minute fucking you. You know I searched your purse the first time we brought you in. Have you been good about taking those pills, or what?”
My heart came to a screeching stop and took a few seconds to reboot in my chest. Was he really asking to take my virginity – and was I going to give it to him?
I reached up for his face, running my fingernails across it. Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.
Everything about this man tripped my buttons. It was like he was made for me, and I'd found him in the most fucked up way possible.
Mostly, I adored him because he let me forget. He helped me imagine a different future, even if he was the very thing holding me here in this stupid clubhouse. It didn't matter – Skin told me I could take control, on my own terms, and maybe someday I could be more than a spoiled party girl or a broken ex-whore.
“Babe, I need an answer, and I'm not gonna wait all damned night.” He grabbed my hand by the wrist and pressed it to his cock, making me feel him ballooning, hard and hungry as ever for me.
Very slowly, I nodded, blushing like a prom girl.
“Take me, Skin. I meant what I said too...I'm yours for the night. Just for tonight. I don't want to forget you when all this is over.” It took everything I had to hold his gaze without looking away. “Give me something to remember.”
My words unchained something wild inside him. Even wilder than what I'd seen so far, and it was ten times as insane when he threw me on the bed and started tearing off my clothes.
Off went my shirt, my jeans. He growled as he unhooked my bra, flipping me over while his hand went below the waistband to my panties, shedding them in one rough fist.
He didn't waste any time kicking off his clothes either. The same half-naked body I'd watched and admired before revealed itself, except this time I knew it was going to be all over me, taking me, claiming me.
His hot, aggressive lips touched mine. It was like he transferred his manic energy, kissing me so hard I couldn't even think about teasing him, needing his mouth on mine as much as I needed air. My lips parted, and his tongue sank into me, taking control.
Skin's tongue frolicked with mine for the next several minutes. He kissed me in ways I didn't know men could kiss, and I feasted on his passion, everything I sensed in his kiss and in his heart.