Manaconda (Hammered #1)(34)

Skin and friction, sweat and thundering heartbeats took over. I tipped forward on my knees and my clit hit his pelvic bone just right. My head fell back as his lips fastened on my nipple and the room shimmered.

Pink neon fuzzed around the edges of my vision. He plowed his fingers into my hair and dragged me back to him. To meet his gaze as I broke over him.

His eyebrows lowered and his jaw flexed. I tried to hold on, but I was lost to the spasms of pleasure that radiated off of him and into me. His grip tightened on my hips, holding me.

“Fuck, so tight around me.”

His name was a keening sob as I came so hard the neon became blackness.





15





Hunter





She soaked my dick. So f*cking tight and perfect I had to concentrate on not filling the condom. My balls were drawn up so f*cking tight I could barely breathe.

But I’d needed to feel her shatter around me.

It was addictive. The way she opened for me, the way she vised down on me before she broke, and the way she finally let go. I could live to be ninety and never get sick of watching her amber eyes go blind.

I pulled her up and off me, hissing at how much I missed her heat for the moments it took to turn her around at the top of the chaise. She rested an elbow on the headrest and the other on the arm as I pinned her into the corner.

“Hold on,” I breathed into her ear.

She darted a look over her shoulder, her smudged eyes slumberous from her release.

“Three isn’t enough.”

She sagged.

I wasn’t sure seven would be enough.

If we kept this up, we’d kill each other before dawn.

I knelt behind her, dragging the head of my cock through her soaked * before slipping inside of her. I snapped my hips forward. She took all of me with a low groan.

Fuck.

I was used to being so careful.

She was so tight, I was afraid I’d hurt her, but she pushed back on me. She arched even more when I pulled on her hair. She took everything and I kept digging deeper to find more.

I wanted to give her more.

I turned her head, latching my mouth to hers as I drove her into the couch. I didn’t have to worry about hurting her here. I could temper my strokes, though it became harder and harder to do the more she yelled for me.

“Harder,” she shouted.

Startled, I pounded into her until my spine screamed for mercy. My knees dented the couch as I angled up. She squeezed around me, her breaths coming fast.

My body didn’t cooperate this time.

I had to come.

It had been too long, too much teasing, too much Kenny. I’d held off as long as I could.

I reached around her, strumming my fingers in circles over her tight clit. “Let go,” I growled into her ear.

She clawed at my hand, digging into my wrist. I didn’t stop.

She shuddered, her walls milking me in time with her racing heart that slammed through her back to my chest.

I finally came with her cries echoing in my ears, settling into my brain.

She was still shaking when I pulled out and tied off the condom. I scooped her up into my arms, dropping the condom in the trash on my way across the suite.

“Hunter.” She gripped my shoulder. “Put me down.”

“I hit four. The least I can do is carry you to bed.”

She dropped her head onto my shoulder with a groaning laugh. “Obsessed.”

I laughed. Shudders and a moan were her only response when I rolled her under the duvet, curling myself around the back of her. I buried my face in her orange blossom scented hair.

I didn’t want to miss a moment of the night, but the endless day caught up to me and dragged me under like the tide. Sleep was a wall I couldn’t avoid.

We woke in the night. Laughter and a mini-fridge raid ended in creative uses for a Hershey bar. Who knew you could use the corner of a square to draw on skin?

I drank wine off her skin and teased her into a laugh filled orgasm number five, and a sixth was shouted into the tiles of the shower.

The fingers of dawn left me restless. Kenny was sleeping against my side, her cheek pressed to my chest, her auburn hair tumbled across my belly. I’d been dreading the morning.

I knew she was going to slip away, hoping to make the morning after as quick and painless as ripping off a bandaid.

Maybe if I stayed awake long enough, I could find a way to convince her that one night wasn’t nearly enough. Or maybe if I woke her up, and reminded her what time away from this room could be like she’d forget about goodbyes.

I slipped out from under her. She curled her fingers into the sheets, her hand smoothing over the bed. Was she reaching for me?

I unzipped my suitcase and pulled out a pair of work out shorts, muscle shirt, a ball cap, and sunglass. The easiest disguises were usually the ones that worked the best.

I quickly dressed, retrieved her underwear that I hijacked, and one of my black dress shirts. I sat next to her, and coasted my hand down her back. Smooth and perfect, her skin was pale and lightly freckled in all the best places.

A few on the bridge of her nose, a scatter along the nape of her neck, and a trio at her left hip. I’d spent forever connecting her freckles with a chocolate square with my tongue as a chaser.

I tugged the sheet lower. Her delectable ass was made for biting, but I resisted. Instead, I brought my hand down with a light tap.