“Me, too,” she said with the sexiest fucking smile he’d ever seen.
He hurried them to her room. One day, they’d have a place of their own. Somewhere he could take her over the back of the sofa if that was what he wanted to do, without the risk of roommates getting the unexpected surprise of his naked ass banging a two-beat rhythm into her. Or where he could throw her down and take her on the floor, carpet burns be damned, and then lie there afterward without having to worry about an audience. They were fucking grown-ups.
Without a thought or care, he pulled Pixie’s blouse over her head and she gasped when he wrapped his hands around her sides. He knew he wasn’t being gentle, but didn’t want to stop. She’d tell him if she had a problem, but maybe she needed a reminder.
“Rule two, Pix,” he growled before unclasping her bra and ripping it down her arms until her perfect breasts were displayed for him, her pink nipples already erect when he sucked them roughly into his mouth.
He groaned when he heard her cry and grab hold of his head, encouraging him on.
Ignoring the voices in his head telling him to go easy, he flipped her onto the bed and followed her. Urgency filled him as he swiftly removed her shoes, followed in quick succession by her leggings, skirt, and panties.
Holy shit. One look at her wet * and all ideas of slowing down fled.
Ripping his T-shirt over his head, he thought of how he wanted to take her. An idea had been haunting him of late. One where her hands were tied over her head and her legs were spread wide at his mercy. He only hoped she’d let him make it a reality. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the condom he’d placed there, dropping it onto her chest with a grin.
Kicking off his boots, he fumbled with his belt. When he was finally free of his jeans and boxer briefs, he lay down on the bed, his face between her thighs, and licked her in long wet drags.
“Oh, Dred,” she cried out, grabbing a handful of his hair and grinding against him. He sucked on her clit hard, her moans becoming louder. He had no fucking clue if Lia was home or not, but he wanted her to scream for him. Wanted to hear that almost violent explosion of pleasure that came from good, hard sex.
He slipped a finger inside her and continued to flick against her with his tongue. Pixie started to grind against his face, and he could feel her start to contract.
“Ah . . . Dred,” she screamed as she came hard against him. He let her ride out her orgasm, but quickly reached for the condom and put it on.
He didn’t stop to wipe his face, wanting Pixie to taste herself. He kissed her firmly as he entered her. The feel of her hot flesh wrapped around him, still fluttering with the aftermath of her orgasm, nearly sent him over the edge. Her tongue dove into his mouth, driving him wild. Unable to resist, he started to slide in and out of her, withdrawing all the way out before slamming home.
Grabbing one of her hands, he lifted it, and placed it over her head, then reached for the other. Christ, Pixie was moving frantically against him, it was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. He gripped both wrists in one of his hand and thrust harder.
“Rule two,” she cried, and he realized she wasn’t enjoying it, she was fighting him off. “Please, don’t . . . my hands.”
Dred pulled out of her and rolled them so she was up against his chest, shaking in his arms. “Snowflake. I’m sorry. What? Did I hurt you?”
If she said yes, it would break his heart in two, because he’d never deliberately hurt her.
“I’m sorry . . . it’s . . . I . . . just not my hands.”
Dred’s heart thundered, his body flooded with adrenaline and disappointment. How could he have not paid more attention to what was happening? How she was feeling? Was he really so caught up in his own pleasure that he could completely disregard hers? Man, he was an asshole. He stroked her hair. “You don’t want your hands restrained?”
“No,” she whispered quietly. “But everything else was perfect.” She ran her fingers across his chest and placed little kisses against his shoulder.
“I’m sorry, Pixie, I should have—”
“Rule three, remember. I asked you to stop. You did. I told you why. Now I’m asking you to not treat me like glass.” Pixie climbed on top of him and looked him straight in the eyes.
“Then ride me, gorgeous,” he said to her, putting his hands on either side of her face.
She pressed her lips to his. “I intend to.”
Lifting her hips and using her hand, Pixie lowered herself over his cock. He groaned as she took him inside her. She raised off him and pressed down hard, repeating the action over and over until she was riding him with such a frantic rhythm he was moments away from exploding. Pixie might be inexperienced, but shit was she a fast learner.
“Pixie, I—”
“I want this. I want this side of you. Take me, Dred.”
He grabbed her ass and pistoned his hips off the bed in long fast strokes until he was so delirious his head spun.