Hawk (A Stepbrother Romance #3)(44)

Hesitantly, he rolls over. His cock rests against his stomach. As he lays with his head at the foot of the bed, I rise and move over him on all fours, trying not to let my legs shake too much. I rest on his legs, and take his cock in my hand.

He watches me in silence, his breath quickening. I feel him tense when he feels my breath on his shaft, and I drink in his reaction as I press it against his stomach and flick my tongue against his balls. His whole body jerks as I put my lips on the underside of his shaft and kiss lightly, working my way up the length, without quite touching the tip.

His hips roll involuntarily, and I dart back, holding his shaft in my hand. I touch my lips to the head and Hawk makes a silent sound of pleasure, once, twice, and then I spread my lips around it and take him in my mouth. A low, soft groan escapes his lips as his taste fills my mouth, warmer than I expected, his shaft burning hot in my lips. When I swirl my tongue around the head, he grips the sheets and I feel him stiffen even more, if that’s possible.

Hawk’s eyes lock on mine as I take him deeper in my mouth, savoring the taste. I didn’t expect it to be good, exactly. I just wanted him to feel good the way he was making me feel good.

He’s so hard I can’t believe it. I draw him out of my mouth slowly and rise up on my knees, sit down and roll back to rest my head on my pillows, and slide my legs apart. Hawk sits up and looks at me.

“Do you have a…”

“I can’t. I’d have to explain it if someone found it.”

“Oh. Why don’t we-”

“Fuck me,” I blurt out in a short, harsh whisper. “Do it. Please.”

He falls forward, his hands pressing the bed down around me, jostling me as he lowers himself on top of me. The muscles are hard but his skin is soft, and I slip my legs around him. His eyes lock on mine, silently asking for permission, and with a bite of my lip I give it. The look on his face as his cock presses inside me is almost as satisfying as the feeling of my body opening around him, as the sensation of him filling me.

He goes slow, almost so slow I can’t stand it, as he takes me slowly, sinking into me to the root, and lays there, our breath mingling. I feel so connected. It’s more than fullness, I feel so close to him, like I’m sliding into him as he slides into me.

It feels f*cking good, too.

Then he starts to move. I press my lips shut and stroke his hair as he thrusts, faster and faster, my hips moving on their own, falling into a steady rhythm with him It’s like a game, where he watches me and changes it the way I like. I like slow and deep, feeling him grind against me, feeling his stomach against mine, his balls pressed into me.

As I grip him with my legs, he grips me with his arms and my body grips him, the heat building and building as he moves inside me. I can feel his own arousal building. He’s so hard. His mouth on my throat, his hands on my body, the shudder as my nails rake his back.

Something comes over me and I nip his shoulder, just bite him with my teeth. He jerks back, but he smiles. I do it again and he rams into me harder and I want to scream but I can’t, so I bite him again and scratch him and he pumps faster, his whole body moving in undulating thrusts, faster and faster, until it feels so good and I can’t take it, I can’t take it.

It feels even better than before when he used his mouth on me in the alley. I clench around him, squeezes him, but I feel myself unraveling, unfolding, bursting through my own skin as every nerve in my body sings in joy. It grows and grows like a white hot fist opening and closing, inside my body but bigger than my body.

My eyes flick open and our gazes meet. Some silent agreement is reached. He plunges into me and grunts, the only sound either of us has made the entire time. Soft and harsh, and it turns into a gentle, loving whisper of a moan in my ear as he explodes inside me, hot and wet.

I relax on the bed, splaying out under him. He doesn’t move, he lays there, and I feel him inside me, so close. I feel giddy, lightheaded, and where I was biting and scratching now I caress, teasing.

“Let’s do it again.”

He glances over at my desk.

“No time. I have to get back upstairs.”

He kisses me lightly, then draws out of my body. There’s a sheen of sweat all over him, and his cock is slick and shiny from being inside me. I roll on my side and bask in the afterglow. I feel so warm and fuzzy all over, a pleasant kind of numbness.

Hawk dresses quickly, half laces his boots, and pulls a sheet over me. He kisses me on the cheek before he clambers out the window and back up.

I have no idea how he doesn’t fall.





Hawk





Now





I can hear the shower running. I need one, too, but part of me doesn’t want to wash Alexis’ scent off me. I can hear Alexis humming softly, a wordless tune as the water runs. I’ll have to wait a while after she’s done before I can use it myself. It would be odd if we showered one right after the other. It might draw attention to us.

I can’t believe I did what I just did. For a time I felt like myself again, my real self. For a time, it was like it was. Alexis let me have her, all of her. There was more to it than the feel of her silken skin under my hands, the sharp kiss of her nails or her teeth in my shoulder. It was trust. She trusted me completely.

Sitting here, all I can think about is the look in her eyes when I entered her, the way she gripped me and scratched and bit me. I should have known Alex would be a biter. There’s a nice mark on my shoulder from her teeth. She didn’t break the skin, but it wasn’t for lack of trying.