“I want what you can give me.” I pressed my lips to his.
“So fucking be it.”
Wicked’s tongue swiped against my bottom lip. Demanding entrance. I didn’t hesitate. I opened my mouth to him.
Wicked kissed like he did everything in life. Angrily and with an all-in attitude that I found undeniably hot.
I had always known being with him would be mind-blowing, but I hadn’t expected to be so turned on just by being held against his body and kissed. It was like my whole body melted. A small mewling sound escaping my throat as he deepened the kiss even more.
How was it possible that just kissing him was turning me on this much? How was it fair that he could make my sing so damn hard?
“Living room or bedroom?” He tore his mouth from mine, his chest heaving. And I had a moment of pride. He was feeling the same as I was. I was turning him on as much as he was turning me on.
My eyes glanced towards the open doors that lined the hallway. “Bedroom,” I said it without hesitation. The truth was I would be happy going anywhere. But I didn’t want to be interrupted. I didn’t want any of the Black Aces barging in and ruining my moment. I wanted a closed door between us and anyone who would come back here early. Plus I wanted to see Wicked’s bedroom. I had always believed you could tell a lot about someone from their bedroom.
“You got it, princess.” Wicked didn’t even slow as he headed towards the stairs, taking them two at a time. I giggled, I couldn’t help it.
I giggled again when he threw me down on an unmade bed, the sheets bunching up under my back. Wicked fell with me, catching himself at the last moment. So his weight didn’t crush me totally.
Settling his weight on his elbows. He met my eyes. “You are so fucking beautiful.” His words were soft. I felt a blush creep up over my breasts as his eyes roved over me. “Can I look at you?”
Mutely I nodded. I let him pull me to sitting. His hands were already tugging on the hem of my dress. Pulling it up and over my head and tossing it away in the darkness.
I didn't have a chance to feel embarrassed, though. His eyes blazed, and then he was on top of me, fitting himself between my thighs, he drew one leg over his hip. Pressing himself firmly against the thin material of my panties.
I sucked in a breath at the feel of him against me.
“So fucking beautiful Chelsea, can you feel what you do to me?” He didn’t let me answer, though. His hips flexed. Wicked lips met mine again, but only for the barest of seconds before he let them trail across my jawline. “Tell me what you want?” One bear like hand came up to cup my breast over my bra. And my back arched into it. Moaning as he swiped his thumb over my nipple.
“You.” I could barely get the words out. “I want you.” Any resemblance of coherent thought left my brain as he replaced his thumb with his to cue. Licking at my nipple over the soft material.
I had been touched before. A few times but no man’s mouth on my breast had ever made me feel like Wicked did.
He chuckled as my back arched. His teeth scraping against my flesh as he pulled the cups of my bra down. “Prettiest tits in the world.” As if to prove his point, he sucked one hardened nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard.
I was powerless to do anything but lay there and let him touch me. Hell, I didn’t want to do anything but lay there and let him touch me.
“I want to shoot my fucking load over them. Would you like that.” Wicked hand brushed against my stomach and headed lower. Pressing firmly over my panties. The heel of his hand rubbing against my clit and making me purr.
“Would you like that, Chelsea?”
“Like what?” I was so turned on I could barely think, let alone talk.
“My cum all over your body?”
“I don’t know…..” my legs trembled as one of his fingers traced over me. “No ones ever…” I was stumbling over my words now. I was so desperate for him to move things along. To take things to the next level.
“I get to be the first….”
“Yes… the first.”
Wicked froze. “Chelsea. Please tell me you mean the first to cum on your tits and not….”
I opened my mouth to say something, and no sound came out.
“Fuck. Chelsea, are you a virgin?”
Something must have shown on my face because he jumped up from me like I had burned him. “Fuck, Fuck are you serious?”