She pushes my black boxer briefs down my thighs and licks her lips as she stares at my hard cock. A barbell is pierced through the end.
She wraps her hand around the base, and I hiss in a breath when she jerks on it, forcing me closer to her. My hands go to her hair, gripping it between my fingers to yank her head back. She whimpers, and I bury my face in her neck, sucking on her skin.
“God.” She moans when her hand begins to slide up and down my cock. Pulling away all of a sudden, she slams her hands on my chest and pushes me onto her bed.
I didn’t expect her to be aggressive like this. But I like it. I love a woman who knows what she wants and goes for it.
She crawls between my legs and leans forward, wrapping her lips around my cock while she looks up at me.
“Fuck, April.” I slide my hand into her hair again. My eyes stare into hers as she swallows my cock like she’s done it a million times.
My hips thrust upward while she opens her throat for me and lets me fuck it. I get more forceful. Tears start to fill her beautiful ice blue eyes and run down her gorgeous face, smearing her black eyeliner that I love so much.
I sit up, placing my left arm behind me on the bed to help prop me up while the right one stays in her hair. I use it to control her head. The sound of my cock sliding in and out of her mouth fills the room while she moans around it. “Fuucckkk,” I groan as my balls begin to tighten.
I yank her head off me and flip her onto her back. I don’t want to come in her mouth. Not yet.
She opens her legs for me, and I feel her shaved pussy with two fingers, confirming what I already knew—she’s soaked. I shove my arms underneath her knees, spreading her legs wide and slide my cock into her.
She cries out and slaps my chest. I grab the inside of her elbows and pin her arms down to her sides as I start to move. She looks up at me with heavy eyes, face smeared with makeup and parted lips. She’s still gasping from my cock in her mouth.
Our bodies are slapping while her bed hits the wall, and our bodies are already covered in sweat. She throws her head back, crying out as her pussy tightens around me, and I realize this is the first time I’ve had sex in a long time when I wasn’t high or wasted.
I almost forgot what it felt like not to be in a drug-induced haze. To actually feel a woman come undone.
She closes her eyes, and her body shakes under mine. I shove her arms above her head. Leaning down, I capture her lips with mine and kiss her deeply, swallowing her moans and cries of pleasure.
I pull back and flip her onto her stomach. Gripping her hips, I yank her ass up in the air. I look down and see her cum covering my cock. It jerks. I lean down and kiss her back, tasting the saltiness on her skin. I spread her legs with my knees and slide back into her. I lean forward, reach around her waist, and play with her clit while I kiss her neck.
“Oh, God … Grave …” Her hands slap the headboard as she presses her hips against me. “I’m gonna come again.” She’s gasping.
“Good,” I growl, gripping her hair and pulling it off the back of her neck to give me better access. I bite down on it, and she shivers.
I pick up my pace, and her voice grows louder, filling the room. Her hands grip the sheets and her body tightens, then she does exactly what she said she was going to do and comes once again.
APRIL
I lie on my back. My entire body shaking and covered in sweat. Grave falls on his back next to me with his hand on his bare chest.
I look over at him. His eyes are closed, and his lips are parted as he tries to catch his breath. I slide my hand over his chest and run the tips of my fingers over his nipple piercing.
His eyes pop open, and his head falls to the side so he can look at me. “I didn’t use protection,” he says as if he just realized it.
I smile at him. “I’m on the pill.”
He lets out a long breath.
I laugh and joke. “Caught up in the moment?”
“Yes.” He nods once before licking his lips.
I get up and straddle him. I run my hands over his six-pack to his chest, exploring him. I sat across from him at dinner for a couple of hours, and all I could think of was this—us coming back to my place.
The more time I spent with him, the less I thought about Lucy and the more I thought about him and me. I wanted a taste. I was craving him.
He opens his eyes and grips my hips. His thumbs rub circles on my hip bones. His eyes on my chest.
“Stay the night,” I say, not wanting him to leave just yet.
His eyes meet mine, and I have an instant of panic.
“I mean … if you don’t have anywhere else to be tonight.” It’s still early. Not even ten yet.
He sits up, placing both his hands on my face, and places his lips on mine. I open for him as his tongue enters my mouth. My eyes close, and his arms wrap around my waist, holding me in place, and he pulls away.
“I wasn’t going to leave,” he states, before shoving me back down onto my back.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
GRAVE
MONDAY MORNING, I walk off the elevator at Kingdom onto the thirteenth floor. I take an immediate right and enter the conference room. The guys already sit around it.
I plop down in my seat, and my brother looks at his watch, then at me. “You’re early.”
I say nothing.
“Have you even been to bed yet?” he asks, looking me over.
“I got five hours of sleep, not that it’s any of your business,” I say with a smile. I spent the entire weekend at April’s. I wouldn’t say I got much sleep because neither one of us did, but I was sober the entire time. “How was New York?” I ask him to make conversation.
He eyes me skeptically and answers slowly. “Fine.”
“I’m sure it was,” I say, and his eyes narrow on me. “So what is this meeting about?” I question, getting down to it.
Bones goes to speak, but the doors open behind me and I hear Nigel. “Grave, you have a phone call on line one.”
I get up from my seat and walk over to the far side of the room and pick up the phone, pressing one. “Hello?”
“Hey man, it’s Mac.”
“I’ll call you back,” I say, not even giving him a second to argue before I hang up on him. I exit the conference room and walk down to my office. Closing my door, I sit behind my desk and pull my cell out of my pocket and call him back. We have a jammer in the conference room. That way no cell phones can be recording of any kind. We do a lot of work in there with some very well-known Elite’s. Never know who wants to get blackmail information to fuck you over. And I don’t trust my brother to not pick up the office phone to listen to my conversation.
“Hello?” Mac answers.
“It’s me. What do you have?”
He sighs and I know it’s not going to be good. “Well, I ran the search through the database on the name you gave me … Randy Smith.”
“Yeah.”
“And he’s clean.”
I run a hand down my face. “No way.” That can’t be true. “The fucker was just arrested last week at Glass.”
“He was not.”
I know I was pretty fucked up, but the cops were called. He threw my glass of liquor onto the fucking stage for Christ’s sake. “What the fuck …?”