Full Contact (Redemption #3)(53)
“Door locked?”
“Yes.”
Wrapper torn, cock sheathed, he pulls me into his chest. “Who’s at the door?”
“Rampage.”
“Fuck. He’s got the biggest f*cking mouth in Redemption. I’ll be surprised if there is anyone in the gym who doesn’t know by morning.”
Hand trembling I follow the soft trail of hair down his abdomen with my fingers, then wrap my hand around his shaft. Just the feel of him, hot and hard and throbbing in my hand, makes me wet. I tighten my grip and stroke.
Ray growls his approval and I stroke harder, watching his face in case I hurt him. But the harder I stroke and the tighter I hold, the more he seems to enjoy it, so I lean up and bite his shoulder too. His cock swells in my hand and he groans.
“Jesus Christ. You want this to be over before it begins?”
“I want to make you feel good. The way you do for me. Tell me what to do. I want to get you off.”
“Harder.”
Gritting my teeth, I squeeze his cock so hard my knuckles whiten. Ray’s body tenses and his hips jerk forward into my hand.
“Fuck.” He clamps a hand on my wrist, then gently pulls me away.
“Not with you, Sia. You’re soft and sweet and everything that’s good in my life. Don’t want you tainted with any of that. That side of me, you don’t need to see.”
Before I can ask what he means, Ray settles himself on the bench and pulls me up onto his lap, my back to his chest, his erection pressed against the cleft of my ass. “This feels good.”
Shivering, I lean back against the solid wall of his chest and catch a glimpse of us in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, my small body nestled against Ray’s massive chest, his arm curled around my waist. It’s so erotic, I can’t tear my gaze away.
Ray hooks my thighs over his, then widens his legs, spreading me, until my sex, pink and glistening, is on display. A whimper escapes my lips and I try to turn away, but Ray captures my jaw and gently turns me back to the mirror.
“Look how beautiful you are. You are the most beautiful f*cking thing I’ve ever seen. I could spend an entire day just looking at you.” He cups my breast in his palm and draws his thumb over the nipple. “Perfect.”
My cheeks burn, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I make a point of not looking at myself naked in the mirror. I am more exposed now than I have ever been.
“Open your eyes.” He pulls out my ponytail holder and smooths my hair over my shoulders. “See what I see. Look at your sweet curves and how perfectly my hand fits over them.” He strokes his hand down my side, in and out of my waist and over my hips. “So soft,” he whispers.
My eyes flutter open just as his fingers graze my stomach and brush over my mound. “Love these curls and what you’ve got hiding underneath.” He spreads his legs farther, opening me obscenely wide, and I turn into his shoulder and try to press my legs together.
“No.” His voice drops to a husky growl, and he turns my head back to the mirror. “I want you open when you’re with me. I like to see how wet you are, and know you’re wet for me. And I want you to see it too.” He strokes his finger along my folds, spreading my wetness up and around my clit; then he parts me wide with his fingers and whispers in my ear. “This is where I’m gonna be. I’m gonna be inside your hot, wet *, taking you so high you’ll be begging me to come, and when I take you there we’ll both watch you come all over my hand.”
“I can’t.” My voice drops to a murmur. “I can’t watch.”
Ray’s hand drifts down to cup my sex, his fingers rubbing, stroking through my soaked folds until I whimper. Then he works his fingers inside, deliciously deep, making me arch as his free hand toys with my breasts.
“You can, and you will.” His voice rasps in my ear. “You like to watch. I can feel it here”—he curls his fingers inside me and pulses against my sensitive inner tissue—“and I can see it here.” He rolls my peaked nipple, and then cups my breast and squeezes.
Oh God, he’s right. But it feels so wrong. So naughty. So deliciously bad. “I’ve never watched before.” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “But…I want to watch you f*ck me.”
He growls softly, then lifts me, his hands tight on my hips, and pulls me down over his cock, one slow, thick inch at a time.
“Ah ah ah.” My body tenses as he stretches me, fills me, and my gaze is riveted to his thick, ribbed shaft sliding between my folds. Heat pools in my belly and I moan at what has to be the most arousing sight I have ever seen—Ray’s dark head bending over me, his lips pressed to my temple, his thick, muscular arms dark against my pale skin, holding me safe. Lowering my gaze, I watch his thigh muscles bunch and flex as he lowers me another inch, and my legs bare and smooth, twined around his calves.
“You good?” He looks up and I melt under the heat of his gaze in the mirror. Dark. Carnal. A reflection of my own inner desire.
“More.” I shift my hips, try to lever myself up, but he must have chosen this position for a reason. No matter what I do, I have to take what he gives me and no more.
“Ray…please.”
He hisses out a breath and pushes in another inch. “Tell me what you want. Use the dirtiest words you know.”
“I want your cock in my *. Buried deep inside me, right to the hilt. I want you to f*ck me while I watch. Hard and rough. I want bruises on my skin tomorrow so I can remember tonight, and every time I move I want to remember you were inside me.”