Hawk (A Stepbrother Romance #3)(55)

I slip my legs up around him and squeeze his sides as he slides his tongue over mine, his breath tickling my lip. All at once he lifts up and turns me over onto my stomach, yanks the shirt loose and sweeps my hair away from my neck. The cool air is followed by the heat of his mouth on my neck and the tough touch of his hands on my ribs as I move my arms down and press into the bed, arching my back as he kisses a hot trail over my shoulder.

He goes so slow, like we have all the time in the world. My legs shake just thinking about a knock at the door, or worse, the crunch of something shoved into the lock to pick it open. We could be caught any second, and yet his mouth trails burning hot between my shoulder blades as he pops the clasp on my bra and pulls it apart, slips his hands under me and squeezes my breasts, his fingers slipping to lightly touch my nipples in slow circles as his mouth moves down the small of my back.

As he moves his fingers drag down my sides, stopping as he takes hold of my waistband and tugs my shorts down, my underwear too, and slides it down to my knees. Hawk's hand lands on my ass, not hard enough to be a slap, but it sends a jolt through me. I quiver a little and he squeezes, and I hear him unzip his fly.

"You like that?" he says, softly.

"I… I did," I whisper. "Do it again. Harder."

His hand rises and falls, harder this time, and it sends a jolt through my body.

"Careful," I whisper. "Somebody will-"

Crack!

His hand slaps across my ass and my head shoots up with a yelp. Why does that feel so good? He does it again with his left hand, hitting the other side, and I wriggle on the bed, biting my lip and egging him on with my look. He plants his lips on the red hand mark on my ass cheek and kisses my butt, and I burst our laughing, only stifle myself by biting my hand. Somebody is going to hear us.

Then he ducks down behind me and his tongue drags over my * lips. I moan even with the edge of my hand in my mouth, and bite down on the sheet instead.

The house is silent. I can hear my own heart beating, hear him breathing, hear the soft wet sound as his tongue slowly presses hard on my mound and slides over my entrance, pulls away leaving a brief cold, wet flash, and does it again, over and over, a little faster each time, until he buries his face against me and licks me over and over and over, squeezing my ass in his hands. I grip the sheets and bit down on the blanket to keep myself quiet, tension quivering in my stomach.

Someone will hear us. I groan anyway as Hawk rises to his knees behind me. He takes my wrists and pulls my arms behind my back, folding them like they're tied together, gripping my arms, digging his fingers into my skin. A surge of excitement floods my body as I feel the tip of his cock pressing at my body, teasing me. I can almost feel his pulse.

The pressure grows and Hawk enters me slowly, and I moan around the makeshift gag of sheets I've stuffed in my own mouth. He holds my arms and sinks into me slowly, slowly, until I feel his stomach press against my ass and a single sharp thrust buries him deep inside me, filling me. He starts to thrust slowly, holding my arms to pull me into him, my feet rising from the floor as the pleasure makes the muscles in my legs bunch, my toes curl. He leans forward and runs his fingers through my hair, tickles my cheek with his thumb. I spit out the sheets and let out a soft moan, then bite them again, filling my mouth, moaning into the improvised gag.

He lets go of my arms and grabs my hips, plants his feet and stands up, pulling me up with him. I lean my hands on the bed and clench the sheet in my mouth and he starts to pump faster, pulling me against him with every thrust, his cock driving hard into my body as our flesh meets with a soft slap at every touch.

One hand on my back, the other rises and smack, a jolt passes through me from his hand leaving another red mark on my ass. I arch and wriggle against him, driving back. He holds still as I press into him and wriggle my hips in a slow circle, feeling his shaft shift inside me as I grind on him. The look on his face drives me wild.

His hands seize my hips, and Hawk lifts me up, pushes me forward. My legs go out straight behind me as he presses into the bed, his chest against my back, and wraps his arms around me. He buries his face in my hair and thrusts roll through his whole body, pinning me to the bed, driving deep inside me. Straddling me, he uses his thighs to squeeze my legs together, my feet wriggling in the air as my body clenches tight around him, and I feel every movement, every subtle shift of his rod inside me.

I squeak into the sheet as I feel a hint of his teeth on my shoulder. He doesn't bite me as hard as I bit him before, but he grazes his teeth over my skin and sucks my throat, nipping my skin a little as he thrusts harder, driving deep. His arms tighten around me as heat floods my body, spreading in flooding waves from between my legs, tightening my muscles as I writhe under him, turning into a nest of coiled cables as my body clenches on him.

Hawk nips my earlobe and I groan into the sheet, and he buries himself deep. I feel him throbbing, his excitement building with mine, ready to explode inside me. My eyes squeeze shut and I bite the sheet until my teeth hurt to quiet myself as a burst of pleasure rips through my body in an unstoppable wave. Hawk grunts softly in my ear and shakes all over as he reaches his peak, and I can feel his pleasure somehow aching through my own as it builds and builds, bursting through my skin in hot, radiant light.

Hawk lays on top of me, in me, as I shudder around him, until I let the sheets fall out of my mouth and shift just enough to turn and look over my shoulder at him, a goofy smile on my face. Slowly he turns on his side and I shift with him, pressing against him so his cock doesn't draw out of my body. His arms tighten around me, pinning mine to my sides, and he breathes into my hair.