"You have no idea how many times I've jerked off over you, Hellcat," he murmured, kissing me lightly. "But the reality is a million times better."
I groaned, remembering him in the shower again. "That's..." I kissed him back, then held his eyes with mine. "Kind of creepy. But also insanely hot."
He laughed, bracing his hand on the bed beside my head and pumping his thick cock into me with an unhurried pace. My orgasm teased me, fluttering around in the shadows but dancing just out of reach every time I thought I had it. It was utterly infuriating, but at the same time I never wanted it to end.
Steele hitched one of my knees up, pinning it to the bed with his weight and increasing the depth of his cock inside me.
"Ah, fuck" I cried out as his broad tip rubbed over my G-spot and my whole body quaked. "Yes, fuck yes, Steele, don't stop." He listened, thank all the gods, he listened, repeating that same movement over and over until I shuddered and screamed into his kiss. My back arched and my cunt tightened with the intense orgasm, forcing him to slow his thrusts until my climax passed enough for him to move freely once more.
"Fuck me, Hellcat," he groaned as my legs trembled with aftershocks and my arms looped around his neck. "That was the hottest thing I think I've ever seen in my life." He kissed me again, his cock still pumping into me slowly, lazily, giving me a minute to come back to Earth. "I want to see it again," he declared, his voice a little savage as he withdrew completely, then flipped me onto my stomach.
There was no way in hell my arms or legs were holding me up yet, but he seemed to understand that. He swiped two pillows from the head of my bed and tucked them under my belly, propping my ass up in the air.
A low groan came from him, and he positioned himself behind me on his knees, then grabbed two handfuls of my ass. He spread me wide, then drove back into my cunt with a grunt, making me whimper. I was still throbbing and sensitive from my intense orgasm, but he was determined to make me come again.
He'd get no objections from me.
Curses fell from his lips like a whispered prayer as he fucked me hard. I tangled my hands in the stupid floral comforter, holding on for dear life as he quickly brought me back to the edge of orgasm.
"Hold on, baby," he whispered to me, his voice husky and hot with arousal. He slipped a hand around in front of me, wiggling it between the pillows and my body until he found my clit.
That's when the fireworks detonated.
His long, talented-as-hell fingers worked me like I was his own miniature piano, and I came harder than I thought I'd ever come in my life. Sparks erupted behind my eyelids, and my throat hurt from moaning. My legs trembled uncontrollably, but now I had just one thing on my mind.
Steele's hands shifted to my hips, his pace increasing, and I knew he was close. I needed to move quickly.
"Wait," I panted out, licking my lips and trying to pull all the scattered pieces of my soul back together. "Wait, don't come yet."
He made a pained sound, but his thrusts slowed and his fingers flexed on my hips. "Madison Kate..." It was a desperate plea, and I snickered, wriggling out from under him and sitting up.
"Shut up, Steele," I teased, pushing him with a hand on his lower abdomen until he climbed off the bed. I scooted forward and sank to my knees on the carpet in front of him, then peeled the condom off his shaft and tossed it aside. "You're gonna complain about coming in my mouth?"
His jaw was slightly unhinged, his eyes hooded as he gazed down at me. "Fuck no," he muttered. He stroked his hand through my hair, then tangled it around his fingers as my mouth closed over his tip and my hand came up to circle his shaft.
Steele groaned low in his throat as I took him deeper, sucking and licking his thick cock exactly the way I'd pictured it when I'd seen him in the shower. He didn't let me play for long, though. Within moments, he took control, using his tight grip on my hair to hold my head so he could fuck my mouth. With every thrust, he pushed harder, deeper, testing my limits and choking me with his dick until eventually, he pushed in as far as he could possibly fit and his hot come pulsed down my throat. I swallowed greedily, taking it all and licking his entire length as he released my hair and eased out of my mouth.
For a moment, we just stayed like that, me on my knees in front of him, looking up with teary eyes as he stroked my hair. No doubt my mascara had run black streaks down my cheeks—being face-fucked tended to do that to a girl's makeup—but the look of utter worship on his face made it all so fucking worthwhile.
"Holy shit, Hellcat," he finally breathed out, tugging me to my feet and kissing me long and hard. I still wore my high heels, and it put me close enough to his height that I could reach him with my head tilted back. "That was intense."
I had nothing to say in response because he was dead right.
That was one for the ages.
33
My dreams that night were filled with blood and violence, scenes of a tattooed gang member on his knees while someone pressed a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. Blood and gore splattered the ground, then it was my mother lying dead on the ground in a spreading pool of blood. Her violet-blue eyes stared at me, lifeless, and dark bruises marred her perfect face and neck.
I woke up at some stage, my heart pounding and sweat coating my skin, but seconds later a set of strong, warm arms circled me. He pulled me in tight to his hot, hard body, and the tension melted out of me instantly.
My thundering pulse slowed, and my breathing evened out as my face pressed to his chest, letting the rhythmic thump of his heart lull me back to sleep.
When I woke again some time later, those nightmares were just shadowy remnants haunting my mind and setting my nerves ever so slightly on edge.
I stretched out my body, feeling the delicious ache of some seriously good sex, then snuggled back into the warm body embracing me. Reality was slowly creeping back in, regret over everything that’d happened the night before starting to tighten my stomach, but I wasn't ready to face it yet. Maybe if we stayed in bed just a little longer...
Devilish plan in mind, my eyelids flickered open and I pressed a kiss to inked swallows and roses on his chest.
Wait.
Jerking back a couple of inches, I blinked the sleep from my eyes.
"Kody?" My voice was rough and my throat scratchy. "What...?"
I frowned, blinking again a couple of times and trying to remember when the hell Kody had switched places with Steele. Last I remembered, I'd fallen asleep in Steele's tight embrace with the aching glow of incredible sex still rolling through my body.
"Go back to sleep, MK," Kody mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes as he tugged me back down to his chest and lazily stroked my tangled hair. "It's too early."
But my room was bright with sunlight, so I doubted it was all that early.
"Kodiak Jones," I murmured sternly, not bothering to move from his chest. He was comfy as hell to sleep on. "You've got three seconds to explain why you're in my bed."
I was still naked, I could feel that much, but the rough brush of fabric against my thighs said Kody at least had some underwear on.
"You were screaming," he mumbled, raising a hand to rub at his face, then ruffle his platinum hair into some seriously sexy bedhead. "I came in thinking you were in trouble, but you were still asleep and thrashing around. So I figured I'd just lie down with you for a bit, until you went back to sleep properly."