And her mouth closed over his cock, just the way he hadimagined, her soft hair sticking into his stomach, her pale shoulders rounded. Teeth scraped his skin and he groaned, low and loud, his balls tightening, his gut cramping, his legs stiffening as the agony of her touch washed over him.
Damn, she was incredible. Up and down she was moving over him, her fingers on his hips, pulling him forward so that her moist mouth closed fully over him, his cock slipping deep down her throat.
That was it. All he could take. He didn’t have the willpower to push her away a third time. For now, tonight, she was his, and he was taking her. Hard.
Chapter Seventeen
Josie licked the tip of Houston’s smooth skin, catching the bead of clear sticky fluid there, thoroughly enjoying the taste and feel of him throbbing inside her mouth. She sighed in pleasure as his hands landed on her shoulders.
Then the next thing she knew she was flat on her back.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered, then didn’t wait for her to do as he asked. Instead, he took her right knee and dropped her leg wide open.
Josie felt hot all over, so ready that she didn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment that every inch of her body was splayed out like an all-you-can-eat buffet in front of Houston.
Houston took her left knee and shoved it forward towards her hip, his expression tense, ice-blue eyes darkened with desire to a rich azure. He was ripping open a condom and shoving it on with more haste than finesse, and she saw a wild edgy abandonment that she had never expected to see from him.
It made her respond in kind. Without thought, she used both thumbs to spread herself, hoping to encourage him.
“Oh, fuck,” he said.
Her eyes drifted shut as she murmured, “Yes.”
His weight fell on her legs as he held her down and then he was there, rushing inside her, going deep with an urgent thrust. Josie felt her inner muscles quiver as she fought a scream, grinding her teeth.
“You like that?” he said, eyes fixed on her as he pulled back and slammed into her again.
She didn’t speak, her breath stuck in her throat, every thrust of his drawing her closer and closer to the edge. It was more vivid, raw, than anything she’d ever experienced, deeper and intense, shattering pleasure swirling through her. Her body squeezed around him as she nodded violently up and down.
Jaw clenched, he said, “I can’t hear you. Tell me that you like it.”
Josie’s head whacked the coffee table leg as his quick motions propelled her backwards, and caught there by the furniture, she moaned again. Immobile she could feel even more, every hard inch of him stroking through every part of her, and she didn’t hesitate.
“Oh, yes, I like it.”
His mouth captured hers, his teeth scraping along her bottom lip. His blue eyes had darkened, clouded over. “Prove it. Make noise for me, Josie.”
If he insisted. Hands hooked on the waist of his jeans, breasts brushing against the hair on his chest, it wasn’t an effort to moan for him. To groan and grind and whimper and claw until she was moaning loud enough to crack the mirror in the hall. Then it didn’t matter that her knee was still bent awkwardly and her head smashed against the table, she felt a tightening below her belly and knew that she could come again.
Houston wasn’t doing anything but sliding into her over and over again. Yet it was more than she had ever imagined she would share with him, and the fierce concentration on his face made her feel absolutely seductive. Lifting her hips, she met his thrusts, felt the burn of her back on the carpet, and knew that she had been right.
This was a mistake, because there was no way she could look at him again without remembering this feeling of him pushing deep inside her body, gripping her knee, his cool mask of disdain torn away.Stupid, stupid, stupid, yet she reveled in every stroke, every thrust that she arched to meet, and she knew she was about to come hard.
And she thought he should know that. “Houston, oh, don’t stop. I’m going to come.”
Her eyes stayed open long enough to see his nostrils flare and the corner of his mouth tilt up in a satisfied smile, before her vision blurred and she climaxed.
She tried not to claw at him, honestly she did, but he wasn’t letting up, and she was desperate, passion exploding through her entire body as he drove her into the carpet.
“Yes!” she yelled, shudders continuing to tear through her, muscles twitching with release.
Houston paused, then filled her deep as his own orgasm met the tail end of hers. Josie found the strength to lift her mouth to his to capture the shaky moan he gave through gritted teeth. While he pulsed into her, he ignored her kiss, mouth clenched too tight to respond. Then without warning his tongue slid past hers, rough, possessive, teeth nipping at her lips.
Arms rubbery, Josie collapsed back on the carpet, head half under the coffee table, but he pursued her, kissing her cleavage and rolling his tongue down towards her belly button.
She panted, exhausted, boneless, but Houston’s grip on her thigh didn’t loosen. His mouth strode everywhere over her body, while he stayed buried inside her, movements so intense she wondered if she’d imagined his orgasm.
The fierce possessive domination of his lips and hands on her sent shivers through her, delicious aftershocks rocking her. But then he pulled back, emptying her, and Josie let her hands droop to her sides with a satisfied sigh. Maybe if Houston did thisto her every day, she’d never drop a darn thing again. She’d just walk around the hospital smoking a cigarette and purring.