I cried out. Loud, almost vibrating as my body adjusted to him. I loved how he filled me, how he felt. My fingers dug into the wood as he thrust into me, going so deep I stopped breathing.
“Fuuucck…Spencer,” he hissed, his vocals straining, pounding deeper.
“God…harder!” My skin burned, my need limitless. His hands bruised my hips as he gave me what I asked for. I felt possessed, the intensity spinning everything from my head but sensation. Noise clipped my lungs and shredded any words that might have tried to come from my mouth into gibberish.
Bundling my locks in his fist, he yanked on them, shredding flames up my veins, my climax barreling toward me. Our movements became deeper and faster.
I bent farther over, which caused Lennox to swear, pounding in deeper. “Fuck, Spencer…I’m gonna come.” He let go of my hair, his hand coming around, rubbing me. I heard myself scream, but didn’t recall actually doing it, his touch plunging me over the cliff, my body gripping him like it never wanted to let go. I heard a roar shake the room. He slammed in so hard my eyes watered, my body only clamping down harder on him. He bellowed again, emptying himself in me, searing and claiming.
I left my body, like floating in a night sky.
His body pressed into mine, and our heavy breaths knocked into each other.
It took a few moments to come back to myself, to feel my feet tether back to the earth. Sex was always fun and enjoyable, but this…holy hell.
“Jesus.” Lennox’s forehead pressed into my back while he gulped for air, his lips softly kissing my spine. “I think I went blind.”
I still couldn’t move, the intensity of it all leaving me speechless.
“Hey, you all right?” Lennox rumbled in my ear, his breaths still heavy and frantic. He pulled out, my body instantly wanting him back. “You’re trembling.”
I took another deep breath, unhinging my grip on the coffee table, my nails leaving small indentions in the wood. Lennox pulled me back into his warm body.
“I think you shattered me.” I fell back into him with a laugh, his arms wrapping around me.
He nuzzled against my ear. “So you’re admitting defeat, then? That was easy. Didn’t think you’d crumble so fast.”
“Ohhhh.” He knew exactly what to say to rally me. Challenge me. My lids narrowed, curving my head to look up at him. “I know how fragile male egos are. I wanted you to feel better about yourself.” I pulled away, flopping back on the pillow, my gaze running over his body. Bruises, bite marks, and scratches over his skin like a calling card. Mine.
“So, I didn’t break you?”
“Not even close.” I grinned.
His hand moved down to my hipbone, his thumb softy rubbing at the fingerprint marks he left there. “Bruised and bent maybe, but not broken. I’m sorry, does it hurt?” A flinch of worry flicked his brow.
“I’m not fragile, proper, or sweet, especially when it comes to you. I like it.” I crawled back up to him, finding teeth marks on his arm from me, my lips brushing over them. “I can take whatever you throw at me.” I licked the spot, finding another on his chest. “I don’t want you to ever hold back with me, inside or outside the bedroom. And I won’t either. Always real between us.”
His eyes tracked me as I kissed his skin.
“I like these on you.” I moved in front of him on the bed, my hand gliding up his thigh to a bite mark on his hip. “You know why?”
“Because you’re a biter?” he replied huskily.
“Because I want any girl who looks at you to know you are mine.”
A slow wolfish smile curved his mouth. “Same.”
Suddenly I was on my back, his body covering mine as his mouth claimed me, hungry and possessive. Even after the most mind-blowing sex that should’ve had me sleeping for days, his kiss already had me wrapping my legs around him. The feeling of him growing hard fed the insatiable fire in me.
“Why can I not get enough of you?” His mouth devoured me. Taking. Demanding. And I only responded with my own. There was no teasing or foreplay as he slipped into me again. Eyes locked on each other, our sweaty bodies moving together in such deep long strokes, I already felt my orgasm building. Our connection going so deep, layering the intensity. This was more than shagging. This was powerful. Intense. Emotional.
Grabbing my arms and pinning them above my head, he thrust in deeper, his gaze drilling into me with such intensity, I could explode from his stare alone.
“Oh god…yes,” I moaned, and his mouth took one of my breasts, sucking and flicking his tongue. “Lennox…” My orgasm burned up the back of my legs, blurring the edges of my vision. And I knew the intensity was going to consume me in an obliterating burst.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
“Lennox?” A man’s voice hollered through the door. “Open up.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, his features squeezing with frustration, but his body still drove into mine, like he couldn’t stop. “Shite.” He grunted, driving in harder into me.
I was so close, the need too strong. My hands clamped down on his firm arse, pushing him into me, meeting his hips with mine, not caring if they burst through the door.
“Lennox!” Boom. Boom. “I know you’re there.” This time I recognized the voice. Arthur.
“Arthur, maybe he’s still sleeping.” A woman’s voice spoke. “We can come back later.”
Oh no. Mary. I knew it in my gut—Gracie’s mother.
“Jesus. Christ.” Lennox squeezed his lids together tightly, not stopping, his hips pumping, ramming me up into a side table.
“Open up, boy! I hear movement in there.”
“Hold on,” he gritted through his teeth. My vision blanked at the edges, my body starting to spasm around him, feeling such utter bliss, I couldn’t care who was around me. My lips parted, a cry splintering over my tongue. His hand came down over my mouth, covering it as he rocked harder, his strokes rapid, his veins popping from his neck.
“Shite. Shite,” he whispered hoarsely, slamming into me. My spine bowed, my climax crashing into me like an avalanche, and a cry I couldn’t control ballooned from me. I bit down on his hand to stifle it, my teeth sawing into his palm.
“Oh, fuck.” Lennox bowed back, pushing even harder into me, spreading another zing through my veins, my body taking all it could from his. Wave after wave rolled within me as Lennox released inside me. My hips continued to buck a few more times before I felt my body loosen around him. He slumped on to me, our muscles completely limp.
“What’s taking so long, boy? You don’t have to get pretty for us.”
“Fucking timing, Art. I’m busy fucking my girlfriend,” he muttered angrily before yelling at the door. Girlfriend? “Give me a bloody moment.” He switched to me, speaking against my lips. “I’m still balls deep in my girl.”
Jesus, what was wrong with me? Why did that turn me on so much?
He kissed me, ending it as soon as it started, but left me panting, my body still not recovered from this last orgasm. I didn’t think it was possible to have so many, back to back like that, but there were a lot of things Lennox was showing me were possible with him.
Sighing, he crawled off me, snatching up a pair of jeans and shirt that were left on the chair, pulling them up.