Lead Me Home (Fight for Me #3)(64)

He gave a demanding tug at the back of my hair, voice muted, meant only for me. “You gonna let me have that mouth, Sunshine?”

My heart beat frantically. Madly. Every cell in my body was swept up in the intensity.

Stomach trembling, my tongue darted out and licked across his engorged head.

He jerked, gritting his teeth as he tightened his hold in my hair. “Little Tease. Been teasing me all these years. Coming in my bar acting like we didn’t know each other. Talking to your friends like I might just be another conquest.”

“It was the only thing I could do not to fall at your feet.”

“Wanted to kill every guy I ever saw you with.”

Hands running up his hips, I whispered, “You managed to chase them all away anyway.”

He ran a thumb over my lip. “Couldn’t stand the thought of another man with you.”

I didn’t think he understood the way I felt every time I saw him with another girl. As fleeting as they were, every time, it was the stab of a knife. Bleeding me dry.

I took him in my hand. The velvet flesh was smooth on my palm, such a contradiction to the heavy, hard length that begged for release underneath. “I never wanted anyone else.”

A shudder rocked him as I stroked him once. “Fuck.”

I wrapped my other hand around him. Both hands running his rigid length as I pumped him, lightly at first, gathering the glistening bead at his throbbing head before I tightened and began to stroke him.

“Nikki . . . you’re gonna kill me. Shit . . .”

I peeked up at him as I wound him higher.

Magnificent.

His jaw clenched as he stared down at me, his chest wide, beard full on his immaculate face.

All man.

The man I held in my hands.

Stroking him greedily, my breaths became pants. Need welled in me like the swill of the rising river.

Higher and higher.

Threatening to overflow.

I squeezed my thighs together while his shook.

Splintering control.

“Feels so good,” he grunted. “Those sweet hands, Nik . . . they’ve always been so sweet. You always hid it with that smart mouth . . . but I knew. I knew.”

His words were grit. Lined with a tenderness I felt brushing across my flesh like a lover’s caress.

I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock. I tasted the salty manliness of him. The intensity of who he was.

My oldest friend.

My first love.

My only love.

His fists were a petition where they wound in my hair. “Please, Nikki. Sweet girl. Take me. Suck me. Need to feel you.”

Desperation spun, riding that tether that kept us tied. Binding.

I pressed my tongue to his engorged, fattened tip before I sucked the crown into my mouth.

“Yes,” he rumbled, jutting forward, urging me to take him. I laved at the purpled flesh, squeezing his fat base with my hands before I began to take him deeper.

A coarse groan pressed between his lips. “I have always loved that mouth.”

My heart squeezed.

Love.

It was so strong.

So strong it made it hard to see.

Deeper and deeper, I took him, my hands working the base, the feel of him overwhelming.

Moans ripped from his mouth, low and guttural.

Needy in a way I’d never heard this man be. “Yes, baby. Fuck. You feel so good. So damned good.”

His hips began to snap, and I was nothing but an offering on my knees in front of him.

Lost.

Lost in him where he was lost in me.

His hands moved to my cheeks, and I relished the feel of them as he started to rock and jut. Harder and deeper.

Slow and measured before he picked up a rigorous pace.

His grunts struck the air, and that energy crackled, licked at my skin, stirred the need into something potent.

Compulsive and seductive.

Inescapable.

“Can you take it?” A question and a warning spoken in a low growl. I answered by moving my hands to his ass and hanging on.

At his mercy.

“Yes,” he groaned, fingers spread out wide, holding all of me he could.

Then he fucked my mouth.

Mercilessly.

Wildly.

Madly.

Every thrust raw.

Every rock needy.

Possessive.

Consuming me in a way I’d never before been consumed.

I opened to him and took him as far as I could, my lips stretched thin around his hard, imposing length, jaw burning and my spirit soaring.

“You . . . Nikki . . . You.”

The words tumbled from him, jumbled and rushed and as clear as I’d ever heard him.

My eyes welled with tears as I swallowed around him, taking him to the back of my throat.

“Fuck . . . yes,” he hissed, and his hips snapped savagely.

Frenzied.

Succumbing.

Just like me.

Energy flashed.

Colors painting the room.

A river of emotion.

A stream of lust.

His teeth ground to hold back a roar when he came, pouring into my mouth, his gorgeous body bowed as he shivered and jerked.

My beautiful, beautiful beast.

I swallowed, wanting to drown in him, reveling in the sheer bliss etched in his expression.

Streaks of pleasure tore through every tremoring muscle of his body.