Skin Deep (Station Seventeen #1)(60)
A spear of wicked satisfaction moved through her chest as he pushed into the circle of her fingers. Isabella pumped her hand from root to tip, each one of Kellan’s heavy breaths against her neck daring her to move faster. On an upward glide, she swept her thumb over the head of his cock to capture the bead of moisture there, and he broke from her with a curse.
“Now,” came the dark demand from the back of his throat, making her even more wet. But a thought pricked at the back of her mind, and shit. Shit. As prepared as Isabella had been for every other situation tonight, fitting a condom in her itty-bitty purse had never even occurred to her. She was on the pill—no such thing as too careful—but as desperate as she was to let Kellan bury himself inside of her until they both screamed, horny didn’t trump smart.
Fortunately, he seemed to be on the same thought train. Bending to grab his pants from the floor, he slipped a condom from his wallet, sheathing himself with only a few deft movements. After exhaling her relief, Isabella splayed her fingers over the hard line of his shoulders, sending him to the couch behind them with just one push. She straddled Kellan’s lap, balancing the cradle of her hips over the corded muscles of his thighs. His stare glittered over her in the darkness that her eyes had grown accustomed to, and he claimed her waist in a rough hold.
“No.” Although she whispered the word, it stilled him completely. Isabella curled her fingers around his wrists. “I want you, remember? I want you to feel me. I want you to know where I’ve been, too. So no moving,” she said, guiding his hands to his sides and shifting her body over his. “Let me fuck you, Kellan. Let me find what you want.”
Isabella reached down to the slight space between them. His cock jutted up from the low center of his hips, thick and gloriously hard, and even though her heart was pounding so fast she was sure the damned thing would try to make a jailbreak, she angled her aching sex against him and pushed.
Oh. Holy. Hell.
Biting back her moan was never going to happen, so she didn’t even bother to try. With her thighs spread wide and their bodies joined to the hilt, Kellan stretched her inner muscles and filled her completely. Isabella sucked in a breath at the heat and the pressure and the dirty, wanton feel of his cock inside her pussy, and oh God, he could bury himself like this all night and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Ah,” Kellan grated, the noise grounding her in the here and now. Bracketing his shoulders with both arms, she leaned forward and lifted slightly, pressing her palms into the soft leather of the couch behind him. The change in angle sent another round of sensations winging through Isabella’s core, but she tamped them down. She rocked back and forth with purpose, listening to Kellan’s breath and feeling his body tighten beneath her as she moved faster, then slower, then harder against his cock.
“Show me what you want,” Isabella said, pleasure filling her chest at the look of intensity shaping his face.
“Just you, sweetheart. Now don’t stop.”
The words arrowed deep, daring her to roll her hips and dig her nails into the back of the couch behind his shoulders. For every thrust, she retreated a little farther, riding the entire length of his cock over and over. Kellan’s hands formed fists at his sides, his eyes locked on the spot where he disappeared deep inside again and again, and the intensity sent a curl of want licking between Isabella’s legs. She lowered her fingers, sweeping them over the sensitive knot of her clit, shock moving through her as his hand covered hers.
“So hot.” His fingers joined in, testing the slick folds at the top of her sex while he filled her so thoroughly below, and the provocative sensations twined together to send her unexpectedly over the edge. Her climax pulsed through her, taking control of her voice, and Kellan tensed beneath her at the sound of her cries.
“Isabella. Oh, fuck, I—”
Gripping her hips, he pushed her all the way down on his cock as he thrust up to meet her. The sweet invasion sent another wave of pleasure through her pussy, and she arched to take every inch of his shuddering release.
Minutes passed with nothing but the sound of their ragged breath. Isabella slumped over Kellan’s body, her arms around his neck and his hands still locked around her waist, both of them inhaling and exhaling against one another. Her brain knew she should move, commanded her to do it, even. But her body was boneless, refusing to hear a damned thing her neurons said. Finally, Kellan moved her gently aside, slipping down the hallway for only a minute before returning to the spot next to her on the cushions.
“Here.” He reached for the blanket draped over the arm of the couch, pulling the edges around his shoulders and pressing his chest against her back.
Isabella’s brain snapped back online. She stiffened despite her body’s bid to melt into the warmth of Kellan’s touch. “Actually, I should probably go.”
His answer came quick and matter-of-fact. “No you shouldn’t.”
“I should,” she said again, unease beginning to form in her belly. The sex had been great—other-worldly, even. But she didn’t do this. She didn’t stay.
At least, she’d never wanted to.
Isabella’s heart nudged faster against her breastbone. “I have to be up early,” she whispered, but Kellan tightened his grip from behind her, and jeez, how could any man feel so freaking good when he wasn’t even touching her naughty bits?
“I have to be up early, too. I’ll wake you.”