A wicked grin curls my mouth as I arch into him. “Then do something about it.”
He doesn’t hesitate. I’m caged beneath him, pinned to the cool sheets as his body presses over mine. His hands roam—firm, knowing, possessive. Every inch of my skin is mapped with deliberate touches, leaving behind goosebumps in his wake. Mypulse skitters, body thrumming with need as he drags his mouth down my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
I moan when his teeth graze my collarbone, my fingers threading into his hair, tugging. He rewards me with a low growl before dipping lower, his lips trailing a path between my breasts, down the center of my stomach. His rough palms slide beneath my thighs, spreading me open with a dominance that makes my breath catch.
"Fuck, you're soaked again,” he murmurs, voice thick with appreciation.
A whimper spills from my lips when his mouth finally—finally—descends on me. His tongue is a tease, a slow, agonizing glide that makes my hips buck, chasing more. He grips my thighs tighter, holding me down as he works me open with his mouth, each flick and stroke of his tongue sending pleasure coiling through me. The sensation is overwhelming, pleasure blooming sharp and deep as I teeter on the edge.
“Please,” I beg, breathless. “Don’t stop.”
He chuckles, the vibrations sending a shudder through me. "Never."
Two fingers slide into me, curling just right, pressing against that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. His tongue works my clit mercilessly, his free hand gripping my hip to keep me exactly where he wants me. I can’t do anything but take it—take him—ride the wave of heat tightening low in my belly until it snaps, pleasure flooding through me so fiercely I almost sob his name.
Before I can fully come down, he’s flipping me onto my stomach, hauling my hips up with rough hands. His chest presses against my back, his breath warm and ragged against my ear.“I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
The head of his cock presses against my entrance, slick and thick, teasing just enough to make me whine. Then he sinks in,inch by inch, stretching me so perfectly my fingers dig into the sheets. I gasp, arching back to take more, to take everything he gives me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groans, voice raw. “So fucking tight.”
He sets a brutal rhythm, his hips slamming into mine, each thrust stealing my breath. The sound of skin against skin fills the room, punctuated by my moans and his curses as he takes me harder, deeper.
My face presses into the cool sheets with every thrust, but I don’t mind at all. I could suffocate this way and I would go willingly.
His fingers dig into my hips, keeping me exactly where he wants me, and the feeling of being completely at his mercy sends me spiraling closer to the edge again.
A hand snakes around my throat, tilting my head back so his lips can brush my ear. “Come for me again. I want to feel you shake.”
A sharp snap of his hips and I break—shattering around him, my body tightening like a vice as pleasure overtakes me. He follows with a guttural moan, burying himself deep as he finds his own release, his grip tightening as we both come undone together.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, our breaths ragged, sweat-slicked bodies still pressed together.
His arms tighten around me, pulling me close, and I revel in the feeling of being completely wrecked, completely his.
Kai groans, rolling his hips against mine, bare skin sliding against bare skin. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me.”
I moan, arching up against him, rolling my hips in return. “Then shut up and die happy.”
I walk to the bathroom and pee. The last thing I need after tonight is a UTI, and we’re having alotof sex. I hear him talking in a muffled voice in the other room.
Probably talking to one of those thirsty bitches from the bar, planning his next hookup.
I return to the bedroom and plop back down on the bed where he lazily pulls me into the crook of his armpit, acting casual.
No need to be jealous, Dylan. You have no claim to this man. This is just one night of crazy fun.
After a long moment, he chuckles against my skin. “Round two—well, technically, round three?”
I laugh, tilting my head to meet his smirking gaze. “What did you have in mind?”
His fingers skim lazily over my thighs, promising more. “Oh, I think you know.”
Kai doesn’t hold back. He wrecks me, and I wreck him right back.
The hotel furniture doesn’t survive. The lamp crashes to the floor. The headboard slams against the wall. Sheets are tangled, twisted, hanging half off the bed.
I’m loud.