Manaconda (Hammered #1)(33)

“It seems you have me at an unfair advantage.”

“Everything looks awesome as far as I’m concerned,” he answered.

I placed the packet between my lips as I straddled his legs. I pressed my breasts to his naked chest, my eyes fluttering closed at the first hit of skin-on-skin contact. The worn corners of his cross teased my ribs. I flicked my nail over each bead.

Walnut beads. Not the usual bling on a rock star. Each one was smooth from wear. Some slightly irregular. Sexy in ways that would probably win me a trip into the confessional next time I was home.

I traced around the edges of the cross. Instead of a raised Jesus, the figure was carved into the wood. It swung lightly between us as I trailed down his abs to the button he’d already opened.

My gaze returned to his before I tugged open the denim. Each brass button made a light rattle as it was released. The backs of my knuckles tingled as I reached his cotton boxers.

He wasn’t a small guy. I was stretched wide to straddle him. He took my cue. I had to hold on to his shoulders when he lifted his hips to tug his jeans down.

Still, I didn’t look down.

Everything had been about this part of him for the last ten days. The man with the super-sized cock. Rock star. Sex god. Well-deserved moniker from what I could feel, but it was the man I wanted.

The appendage was just the conduit to connection.

I kissed him as I fisted my hand around his length. My center contracted, and a little panic seeped into the heat. Definitely not Photoshopped.

He hissed as I tugged the elastic of his boxers away and slid my thumb around his head. Slick with pre-cum, his skin was stretched and hot.

His jaw flexed as the silky soft head of his cock brushed my belly. I stroked down, and down, and down. He was long and thick, well above any man I’d ever been with, or toy I’d ever explored.

I edged back down his thighs, followed the path of his rosary with my tongue, skipping the beads to taste flesh. I moved over to his nipple, swirling my tongue around the flat disk until it was tight.

He gripped a handful of my hair. “Kenny.”

I kept going. The bite of his hold made my clit pound. I nipped at the tight skin of his abs, trailed my tongue over the sinful lines of his hip bones as I peeled his boxers down.

His cock slapped against his lower belly. I pushed him back and he collapsed onto his elbows, letting my hair go. His eyes glittered in the low light. A reflection of neon from the lights outside carved his cheekbones and collarbone in shadow with a hint of pink.

I tugged and jerked at his heavy denim to get it down his legs and past his knees. I slid down to the plush carpeting, kneeling around his feet as I fought with the laces of his Doc Martens for a minute, and then he was free.

Only then did I really look.

I placed my hands on his knees. Powerful muscles rippled under his skin. Strong, fit, and so big he made me feel tiny. My nipples burned as I moved up his thighs, the hair soft and abrasive at the same time.

I flicked my tongue over his heavy sac. Thankful he was as fastidious as I’d hoped, I curled my fingers around the base of his cock. He groaned as I dropped the condom on his belly before licking my way up his shaft.

I swirled my tongue along the vein that drew a meandering route to the flared tip of his cock. The higher I went, the thicker he seemed to be.

My * spasmed in response when I finally covered his head and tasted him. Like the sea. I swirled my tongue around and sucked. His fingers tightened on my hair again.

I looked up at him, my mouth full of him.

His pupils were wide, and his chest heaved. I bobbed down, taking as much of him as I could before sucking again. He slammed his head back against the chaise, one hand reaching back to grip the head rest.

He hauled himself up, sliding his cock out of my mouth. He let my hair go, grabbed the condom and sheathed himself. His eyes were hot and dangerous as he reached for me.

He plucked me off the floor. My knees barely grazed the couch as he set me on his belly. His cock teased my cleft.

“Inside me.”

“I need to be inside you.”

We both stumbled over the words. He swirled the head under my hood, bumping my clit and circling every surface. I shuddered, almost embarrassed to hear how wet I was.

I didn’t realize how worked up I’d gotten myself until now. I was as swollen as he was, ready to finally destroy this ache he’d created. He gripped my hips as I undulated and wiggled until just the tip of him slid inside of me.

“God, yes,” I whispered.

His head tipped back as I slowly lowered myself on to him. Stretching to accommodate him, to ease the way for him, to hug him tighter. My nails dug into his chest.

Too much.

Everything.

Splitting me in two.

His head snapped forward as he gentled the thrust. He canted his hips forward and back until I adjusted. I groaned out his name as I finally took all of him.

His grip tightened. “Fuck.”

I pressed my forehead to his, a strangled moan fighting its way to freedom. “More.”

“Kenny.” He moved inside me. So good. Every tissue, every nerve, every atom came alive inside of me. As if I’d been sleeping for twenty-eight years.

As if this man, and this moment was the key to me.

Part of me wanted to resist. First times were supposed to be awkward. Two people hoping for the best.

“Kenny.”

The way he said his version of my name battled back the thoughts. He ground me down on him, and I released the sob building in my throat.