Kings of Chaos (Dirty Broken Savages #1)(106)

I have to make him want me. Get so fucking worked up he can’t resist me. We have to end this here and now.

His fingers dig into my skin through the fabric of my dress, and I moan into his mouth. He bucks up, grinding up harder against me, like he’s seeking out more of the delicious friction. Like he can’t get enough.

His cock is hard enough that it’s almost bursting out of his pants, and I tease him, lifting up enough that he has to chase me if he wants more of that sensation. He does it, dragging me back down to meet him in the middle.

“Fuck,” he pants, his lips shiny and red from the kisses we’ve been exchanging. “You look so goddamn hot tonight, do you know that? As soon as I saw you come out of your building in that dress, I wanted to…”

He trails off, taking those kisses to my cheek, the corner of my mouth, and then down my jaw. I don’t need him to finish the sentence. It’s pretty damn clear what he wanted to do, judging from the way he can’t take his hands off me.

“You gonna do it now?” I ask, putting a little bit of challenge in my tone. Just to really seal the deal. When he looks up at me, his amber eyes are dark, and that’s all the answer I need.

I reach between our bodies and undo his pants, feeling the heat pouring off him. His cock practically springs into my hand, hard as fuck and already leaking at the tip.

I give him a slow, deliberate stroke and then rub my finger over the head of him, smearing that bead of precum around and watching it stretch between his cock and my thumb when I pull it away.

Ash makes a low, choked noise, and I glance up at him to see he’s watching my hand, taking in the way it looks on his cock. He reaches downward like he’s going to touch me in return, but I bat his hand away with my free hand, leaning up to capture his mouth in another kiss while I keep stroking him.

“If you keep that up,” he pants into my mouth. “This isn’t going to last long.”

I snort, rubbing my thumb over the head of his dick again. “That’s all you’ve got?” I tease him. “And here I thought you were actually good at this.”

He growls against my mouth and grabs my ass hard, squeezing it through my dress. My core spasms in response, practically begging to be filled at this point.

I don’t make either of us wait any longer. I lift up enough that I can shove my panties to the side and hike my dress up over my hips, so nothing’s in the way of us doing this.

His cock stands at attention, and I brace it with one hand before sinking down onto it, taking it all in one smooth motion.

“Goddamn. Oh, fuck,” Ash groans, tipping his head back, and I’m right there with him. It feels so fucking good. His cock is thick in all the right places. Not as big as Knox’s or as long as Gage’s, but it hits all the right spots just the same.

I sit like that for a second, catching my breath and adjusting to the way he feels inside of me. Even when I’m not moving, it’s like I can feel him rubbing against my walls, working me up even more.

Ash’s fingers are still tight on my hips, and he bucks his own hips upward, snapping his dick deeper inside me.

I let out a choked moan and then start moving, riding him with steady, rolling movements at first. It’s as if the ballroom, the rest of the hotel, the gala and everything else falls away. We’re in the bathroom of this swanky-ass place, but we could be anywhere.

I look into his eyes as he works his hips beneath me, and he pulls me into another kiss. It’s messy, with our teeth clashing and harsh breaths released between us, but that’s all a part of what makes it perfect.

It’s intense and hot, and it feels like a moment of release. Like all the tension that’s been building from all the times we didn’t do it before is finally spilling over.

We grope at each other wildly while we move together. Ash grabs my tits, works his fingers into my hair, squeezes my ass and uses it for leverage to drag me downward again and again.

I run my hands over his broad shoulders and down his arms, letting them rest on his chest. When I reach up to take his glasses off and toss them to the side gently, he laughs and bites down on my neck in retaliation.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to moan his name and beg for more, but I swallow it down. I don’t need to say it, though. It’s like he already knows. His fingers dig in even harder, and he fucks me harder too. I’m bouncing on his lap, taking his dick down to the root over and over again.

Our breath mingles together, and that heat inside me builds higher and higher. The chair creaks and groans under us, but that’s not enough to deter us from fucking it out hard and fast, each of us chasing the bliss that rises between us.

“You’re so fucking—” Ash starts, but whatever he was going to say is lost when he moans again as my pussy clenches around him. “Fuck.”

He’s one to talk, although I don’t have the breath to tell him that. All I can do is lean forward and kiss his neck above his collar, letting my gasps and desperate little sounds clue him in to how close I am.

Neither of us can stop ourselves now. Even if someone walked in right now, we wouldn’t be able to quit. Not with the heat and the passion and that overwhelming feeling of finally that’s overtaken this whole thing.

“River…”

Ash moans, and my name sounds fucking good on his lips when he’s half wrecked and chasing his orgasm.