Skin Deep (Station Seventeen #1)(95)

She slid an open-mouthed kiss over his collarbone, then another, and yes. There was the shudder. “Kellan?”

“Ah.” The sound was more exhale than word. “Yeah?”

“What do you want?” Isabella slid lower. Found the dip right between his pectoral muscles. Licked.

He moaned again, lighting a fire way down deep in her belly. “I want…” Kellan’s cock pressed harder against her pussy, and she canted her hips over his for one more delicious thrust before unhooking her leg and moving to his side.

“Mmm hmm?” she asked, returning her mouth to his chest. His muscles flexed and jumped beneath her touch, making the heat in her belly double. She might have promised to make Kellan feel everything, but oh God, the promise of delivering that pleasure had her wanting to come.

His hips lifted off the mattress. Letting her fingers join her mouth, Isabella skimmed a hand over his chest, taking in the smooth, warm expanse of bare skin, then the flat of his belly before moving over the crisp scattering of hair leading into the top of his jeans.

“Isabella.” His voice was pure gravel, her name so intense that her heart stuttered as he said it. She lifted her chin to meet his eyes, her heart slamming even harder at the fierce desire she found in his stare.

“I want your mouth on my cock.”

Isabella’s fingers shook with anticipation, but she managed to loosen the button and zipper on his jeans, and Kellan helped her lose the rest of his clothes with only a few twists and tugs. Sliding lower over the sheets, she splayed one hand wide next to his hip, balancing the rest of her weight on her knees beside him as she wrapped the fingers on her other hand around his cock.

Kellan bit out a curse when she started to stroke, then another when she lowered her mouth to his abdomen. Isabella explored his body with soft, slow touches just as she had with his mouth, teasing here, taking there. She kissed a path from his navel downward, wetness blooming between her thighs when she reached the head of his cock. Pressing her lips over the crown, she spread her lips just wide enough to flick her tongue out for a salty-sweet taste.

“God damn,” Kellan said over a moan. “That feels…”

She opened her lips wider, letting her tongue linger over his smooth, hot skin. “Good?”

“Everything. Christ, sweetheart, you feel like everything.”

The words unraveled Isabella’s control. She parted her mouth over his cock, taking as much of him as she could before returning to the top and starting to suck. The motions of her hand chased the slide of her lips until she found a rhythm both slow and steady. Gliding her tongue all the way down the seam of his cock, she paused to take him deep inside her mouth for a heartbeat, then another, before pursing her lips on an upward slide.

Kellan exhaled his approval, his breath coasting hot and low over her shoulder. He thrust in time with her hand and mouth, guiding her faster, then faster again. Isabella worked his cock in long strokes, wanting him to feel everything and wanting to take everything he had to give. With every pass, need built in her sex like a bright demand, spreading up to make her clit throb and her nipples ache, but still, she didn’t stop.

“Isabella…” His hands hooked in the wild spill of her hair, his muscles coiled so tightly she could feel the need for release pulsing desperately beneath his skin. “I want…fuck, I want…”

“It’s okay,” she murmured, pumping her hand over his slick length. “Go ahead and feel everything. I have you.”

“But I want to have you.”

So fast Isabella could barely process his motions, Kellan levered up from the mattress, separating their bodies for just a breath before grabbing her shoulders to roll her beneath the hard frame of his arms and hips.

He thrust against her, hard enough to knock the air from her lungs on a gasp. “I want you under me, screaming my name,” he said, pulling off her panties with one rough yank. A primal sound left his throat as he looked at her bare sex, and it sent another shockwave through her.

“I want to feel your sweet, hot pussy grip me tight when I fuck you,” he continued, taking a condom from his bedside table drawer, sheathing himself in seconds. Isabella’s sex clenched at the promise, and oh God, she wanted him inside her, fucking her any way he wanted until they both shattered together.

She spread her legs wider, and Kellan licked his bottom lip before leaning in to hover over her. Close. So close.

“And as hot as your smart mouth is, I want my cock deep inside you when I come. I want to feel everything, Isabella. I want to feel you.”

He filled her in one hard thrust, and for a second, the riot of sensation stole her breath. The blunt pressure of his cock buried deep between her legs made her inner muscles squeeze, her clit pulsing at the friction of the contact. Isabella arched up from the mattress, desperate not to lose even a fraction of their touch.

But then Kellan started to move.

“Oh…holy…Kellan, you feel…”

There was nothing she could say that would complete the sentence. Her sex grew slicker as he began to thrust. What started as slow, shallow movements quickly became more. He reached into the slight space where they were joined, teasing her needy clit with his thumb.

“You feel like that, too,” he said. Gripping her hips, he pushed deep, filling her pussy in long, hard strokes, and the sensation was too much. Isabella’s climax ripped through her in wave after wave. Kellan worked her through each one, slowing his movements as the intensity of her orgasm ebbed. But her want only doubled, and she bent her knees, clasping her thighs tight over the corded line of his waist.