I’m lost in the feeling of him pulling almost all the way out of me and then slamming back inside until he’s balls deep. “Too much,” I say the words, but I’m not entirely sure I mean them.
“Never,” he snarls, his teeth bared right before he takes my mouth in a kiss that is all pillage and plunder.
What I give, he takes willingly. Then he demands more. Fuck, and I rise.
Our bodies move together, a dance, a ride, a moment suspended.
“That’s it, Angel,” the words are pushed past his clenched teeth. The muscles of his neck are strained as he holds himself back. His gray eyes flash and he commands, “Come on my cock. Let me feel you squeeze me, feel the way your body begs for my cum.”
My nails score up his back, digging in at his shoulder blades, my thighs shaking as they try to hold onto his hips. A better ride than the back of his bike. It feels like fire is licking at my ankles and I’ve never wanted to burn more.
Turner buries his face in my neck, his teeth scraping along my skin. Teasing. Testing. He grunts every time he fills me, his balls slapping against my ass with wet smacking sounds.
“Never letting you go, Graycie,” his words are reverent. “You’re mine.”
With his words, my body tips over the edge; everything stilling in the moment before the fall. Then it feels like I’m free falling, my vision tunneling to just his eyes while my mind turns completely off.
My thoughts are scattered along with my doubts. Lost to the pleasure. Unable to hold space when this man takes up so much fucking room.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans as he buries himself as deep inside me as he can.
After I brought up the condom last night, he hasn’t mentioned it. I’m not on anything, which is probably something I should say explicitly.
Why does it not feel like it matters?
I can’t form the words as he bites down on my neck and the first jet of his cum paints my spasming walls. We cling to each other, our souls suspended in a moment which bonds us, ties us, with something I will ensure is unbreakable.
“Graycie-girl,” he whispers against my skin, his lips brushing where his teeth were just moments ago, “breathe.”
My fingers dig deeper into his back as I take a deep, shuddering breath. And I feel everything. The heat of him. The weight of him. The connection. The love he’s extending, trustingme with something that could be fragile if it didn’t have such deep roots.
“Consider yourself on lockdown.” His words are huffed out as air saws in and out of his lungs.
I yelp as he flips us, my body sprawled over him like a damn starfish. A naked starfish. Not a good look.
“You can’t just flip me around like that,” I protest.
His large hand slides down my spine, his voice smug, “I can and I will.”
“Wait,” I sit up and glare down at him, the movement allowing his softening cock to slip free. And a lot…of other things slip free, but that’ll become his problem when I’m done conquering the more important question. “What the fuck is lockdown?”
Turner grins up at me, not at all perturbed by the wetness smearing between us. I would grimace if he didn’t look so proud of himself. I narrow my eyes, but all he does is tuck his hands behind his head, the muscles of his arms flexing with the movement and almost distracting me.
Almost.
“Lockdown,” I snap, my eyebrow arching an annoyance.
“It’s exactly what it sounds like, Angel,” his words are straightforward and not at all patronizing. Which is the only thing saving his ass. “You’ll stay here, on the compound.”
My mouth falls open and I go to scramble off the man under me, the man who has clearly lost his mind. Before I can vault myself off the bed, his large hands grip my hips and hold me inplace. I make a jerking motion toward the edge of the bed, but it’s fucking useless. I just look ridiculous.
Which is obvious by the way Turner is biting his lip and trying not to laugh.
I’m about to hiss at him like a feral cat, but he shakes his head, his eyes turning serious. “I’m not risking leaving you unprotected. Stan works insane hours. You do too, but this way, I can make sure you’re protected always. Even at work.”
Damn it.