He gave me sweet kisses between desperate ones before breaking away from my lips and trailing down my neck, chest, and down the fabric of my dress that only really covered my breasts after he tore it to shreds. He kissed my stomach and the place above where my waxer stopped. He moved to the inside of my thighs, nipping gently at the delicate skin there, making me hiss in pain and melt back on the countertop when he apologized with sucking kisses before he finally kissed me where it mattered.
I felt like I was going to burst apart when he swirled his tongue over my clit. My eyes rolled back and I sighed his name between flinches of pleasure when he hit a particularly sensitive spot with his tongue. He made a satisfied sound in the back of his throat before sliding his hands under my ass and squeezing my hips.
His tongue dipped lower.
I whimpered.
He licked back up, swirling and kissing and suckling.
“Storm,” I whispered. “Don’t stop.”
Storm drew my clit between his lips, rolled his tongue over it, and surprised me with two fingers between my folds. He pressed inside of me.
I wanted to keep it together and put on a show that I could not be so easily reduced to his submissive, but as he fucked me with his fingers and suckled just right, I knew the battle was over before it had begun. Storm knew exactly how to touch me. I reached down and plunged my fingers into his hair just as I’d ached to do minutes ago. I held him against me and rolled my hips, daring him to take and give me more all at once.
He did.
He worshiped my pussy. My whole body tensed when he found just the right spot with his fingers and tongue. Muscles in my ass and between my shoulder blades tightened so fiercely they began to cramp. The pain didn’t matter right then.
He purred between my thighs as my pussy tightened around his fingers. “Let it go, baby. Let it go.”
His words were like my command.
I came instantly.
The rush of intense pleasure made me dizzy, and for a moment it felt as if I’d been pulled underwater as I fought to catch my breath after the release.
Storm didn’t seem interested in giving me time to recover. He straightened, lips glistening, fingers still inside me, and leaned over me. With his free hand, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back so he could kiss my throat while he fucked my pussy deeper, harder, faster.
I moaned like a demon.
He rolled his thumb over my clit. I grabbed his face in both hands and brought him to me for more kisses. He tasted like me. I could hardly breathe, let alone kiss, but Storm took the reins and his tongue pressed between my teeth. He gave me another orgasm right there on my counter before helping me down, turning me around, and holding me against his chest with one hand resting around my throat.
His other hand vanished in his pocket.
I stood on my tiptoes, forced to keep my chin up, while I waited for him. He pulled a condom out of his pocket and placed it on the counter in front of me before undoing his belt with one hand, then his fly. He dropped his pants and worked his way out of his boxers.
I closed my eyes. In the darkness behind my eyelids, I pictured the sight of him last night getting out of the jacuzzi. I knew exactly what rested between my ass cheeks. I knew exactly how big he was, how he curved upward to his navel. I reached behind my back and took him in one hand.
Storm kissed my shoulder and cheek before his voice rumbled in my ear. “Open it.”
My gaze flicked to the condom wrapper. With numb and shaking fingers, I managed to tear it open, all the while still balancing on the balls of my feet while he held me close. Storm plucked the condom from my fingers and I released him so he could roll it on. Heat spread through me, starting below my stomach, anticipating him.
Storm slid his cock down and pressed up between my thighs.
I moaned as he eased inside me. Inch after inch. I arched my back and pressed back, taking all of him. He let out a low, primal growl. I clung to the edge of the counter. My pussy ached around him. He was so fucking big. So thick. I rocked forward, pulling off, before sliding back down his length, savoring every inch as he filled me up again.
“You feel so good,” he managed between clenched teeth.
I reached back and sank my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. His grip around my throat tightened, but only a little. I knew he just wanted to feel me in his hands, and I liked how it felt to be held like this—like he owned me, like he could have whatever he wanted when he wanted, like I didn’t really have the option of saying no.
Fine by me. Why on earth would I ever want to say no to a man like Storm who could make me feel so fucking good?
I managed to tilt my head back and look up at him.
His face was all sharp lines and tightness as he strained to stay in control. His jaw flexed. But his eyes softened as he looked down at me.
I closed my eyes.
He kissed my forehead, my cheekbone, my closed eyes, before he held me tight as a vise and fucked me hard. I gasped. My eyes fluttered open. Storm reached around and rubbed my clit while I struggled to stay on my feet. He growled in my ear that he knew I was about to come.
“I can feel it,” he said.
His name dripped from my lips seconds before my release dripped from my pussy. He let out a growl of pleasure before he too snapped and broke and gave in to his own climax. As he did, he tore my dress the rest of the way. My breasts fell free and he released my throat to crush my breasts together in his hands. I moaned and my knees threatened to buckle, but he kept me on my feet while his thrusts slowed to a gentle rhythm before he pulled out.
He seemed to sense that he was the only thing keeping me on my feet because he didn’t let me go. He held me against him and I savored his warmth even though I was beginning to feel sticky with sweat. Storm kissed my shoulder, drawing my hair out of the way, before his lips moved up the side of my neck to my ear.
“Should I leave?”
I struggled to find my voice, so he turned my face to him and kissed me deeply. With heavy eyes and muscles drunk with endorphins, I managed to say, “Stay. I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
CHAPTER 25
STORM
How long had it been since I woke up in a woman’s bed?
A long time.
So, when I woke up on Sunday morning to rain pattering on the windows and dull gray light shining through the crack in Laila’s bedroom curtains, it took me a moment to get my bearings. I rolled over, rubbing at my eyes with the heels of my hands, and lay on my back, blinking up at a crisp white ceiling with support beams running across it. A ceiling fan hung just over the bed but probably hadn’t been turned on since the summer months.
Stifling a yawn, I looked over to Laila, who slept with her back to me. The blankets were down, exposing her bare back, but the rise of her hip disappeared beneath the fabric. I rolled the rest of the way over so I lay on my same side as her, shifted closer on the mattress, and wrapped an arm around her.
My mind teased me.
Not only had I spent the night in a woman’s bed, but upon waking up, my first instinct was to cuddle with her.
Where had my mojo gone? Who was this version of Storm Thornton? If I’d seen him in a mirror mere months ago, I’d have wondered what went wrong to create such a drastically different person. I might have hated it then.
Now?
Well, I wouldn’t have traded anything for last night or this morning.