London Falling (Falling #2)(56)
After one last deep kiss, he pulled me through the garage to the elevator. Once inside, his hands were everywhere, pushing me against the wall, the handrail digging into my lower back. I didn’t care, as long as he didn’t stop touching me.
“It’s unreal,” he whispered as he licked the column of my neck. “Bloody undignified how much I want you. The things I want to do to this body.” He sucked at the skin just behind my ear, sending shivers of lust spiraling and swirling deep in my center.
“Do it. Anything. Everything,” I moaned. “Just don’t stop.” I licked into his mouth taking his tongue and making it mine. He gave it to me with greedy intent. His hands yanked and pulled at the sensitive skin of my ass, proving that this first time tonight was not going to be slow and easy.
I wanted him hard, fast and right f*cking here in the white-walled elevator.
The elevator dinged and the doors opened. He pulled away and gripped me around the waist, practically dragging me to his apartment. Once inside, he backed me against the door, pushing up my sweater and ripping it over my head. His mouth instantly went for my breasts. He plunged into the cup and encased a tight nipple with the welcome wet heat of his tongue. He flicked and nipped until I brazenly rubbed my lower half along the hard length pressed into my hip.
“Need to get in you.” He bit down on my nipple. I cried out, my voice hoarse from the heavy breathing, sucking his length at the theatre, and the car fun we had earlier.
“Jesus, Collier, if you don’t take me now I’m going to lose my ever loving mind!”
He pulled me and into a fireman’s hold, practically running to the master bedroom, smacking my ass. “Fucking tight arse,” he gritted through his teeth on a particularly hard smack.
Once in his room, he unceremoniously dropped me onto the bed. His chest puffed and heaved as if he’d run a marathon instead of from the effort of restraint. I shimmied out of my skirt, left only in the tall suede boots it would take too damn long to remove and the lace panties. Apparently, Collier agreed because the second the skirt came off, his jeans dropped to the floor.
In seconds, he had me spread wide, feet flat on the mattress at the end of the bed where he still stood. He yanked down my panties, only removing them from one leg but he didn’t care. With his shirt still on, his eyes glazed with desire, he lined up his cock with my center and plunged into me hard.
A fuse lit. The moment our flesh connected, a storm of need, lust, and want roared between us. Moving in tandem, I pushed against his body. He pressed both palms on my inner thighs and moved my legs up and back toward my head, opening me wide for his taking. I’d never been taken with such ferocity. It was as though he wanted to brand me, burn me up and use me in a way that could never be matched or outdone.
“Look at me, Beauty. See what you’ve done.” Collier held my legs tight as he hammered into me, spinning his hips like a madman, skating over every single pleasure neuron I had. My body shook as he took and gave in equal parts.
“You’ve f*cking ruined me for other women. “ His eyes burned black as coal but were brighter than I’d ever seen them. He plunged deep. A long moan tore from my lungs. He grinned wickedly.
“That’s right. I’m going to ruin you, too. Shag you so grand, another decent f*ck won’t do. Only my prick will fill you and make you feel this way.” Passion tingled through the words he spoke. “Do you feel it, Beauty? Do you feel how this is different?”
It was hard to respond. Shimmering waves of ecstasy rolled through me, stealing my breath and my words. “Oh God,” I swore as my orgasm rippled through me.
“That’s right, Beauty. Give me your pleasure. It’s mine now.” He slammed into me, relentless in his pursuit. As the pleasure subsided he ramped it up once more. “Oh no, you don’t. I’m not done with you yet!” he yelled. He leaned over the bed and me to get at my tits.
Collier licked, nibbled, and used his teeth to bite on the tender peaks as he moved my knees up and over his shoulders. I was in a pretzel position as he f*cked me long and hard. Collier placed those large hands over the sweat slicked skin of my shoulders cupping them and using them for leverage. His cock hammered into me, slight twinges of pain turning into pleasure as with the perfect tilt of my hips, he slid along that heavenly place inside, stroking it over and over until I almost blacked out.
“I want it all, Beauty. Now. You don’t come for you, you come for me!” he commanded, pulling my shoulders and slamming his cock home, mashing the pleasure center inside and outside of me. I screamed, tormented gloriously as rolling streams of nirvana swept me away into nothing but a ball of light, a cosmic energy where I could feel everything Collier felt.
It was no longer my pleasure, it was his. It catapulted me into the most painful and pleasurable experience of my life. A wall of pure love and lust tangled together as Collier plowed into me one last time. When he finally gave in, taking his release from my willing body, I too received that same release, once more but through his outpouring of emotions.
Minutes or hours later, we lay facing each other, snuggled into one another’s warmth, giving and receiving this moment of peace for what it was. A change. A huge plateau had been crossed. I enjoyed sex, especially with men I cared for, like James and now Collier. But never had I felt anyone else’s orgasm as if I was the one having it. Nothing could describe it nor compete with it ever again.