Rock Chick Revolution(124)
This was all good.
Really good.
Still.
“Are you angry with me?” I asked quietly.
“No, I’m angry that we had a great night, that jackass tainted it and I got f*ckin’ blood on my sleeve.”
I pressed my lips together, but I did this in order not to laugh.
I unpressed them to say, “I’ll get the Shout out.”
“Good idea,” he muttered irately.
“Can I say something?” I asked and his eyes grew intent on me.
“Any time, any place, anything we’re talkin’ about, you can say whatever the f*ck you want, Ally.”
Loved my man.
Loved him.
“That was hot,” I declared and watched his body lock.
“What?”
“No. That’s not right,” I said. “That wasn’t hot. That was smokin’ hot, and I don’t care if that makes me a freak. It was hot. You were hot. Now I’m hot. So hot, I may have an orgasm, standing here remembering it.”
To that, instantly he ordered, “Take off your dress, Ally.”
Oh crap.
Totally about to have an orgasm.
It was then I noticed the air in the room had changed.
It was still heavy.
But now it was warm.
“Now,” he demanded.
Without further delay, I crossed my arms in front of me, curled my fingers into my skirt, and pulled my dress up and over my head.
I dropped it to the floor beside me so I was standing in front of him in nothing but lacy black panties and stiletto heels.
“Now come here, and baby, if you give me shit about comin’ to me, when I get to you, I’m turnin’ you over my knee.”
This was a conundrum.
But a spanking might delay getting him inside me and at that moment, that would not do.
So I went to him.
Once there, he crushed me in his arms, his mouth slammed down on mine and his tongue thrust into my mouth.
I whimpered into his, put my hands to his shoulders and held on.
His hands went to my ass, lifted up sliding down the backs of my thighs until my legs wrapped around his hips then they went back to my ass and he started walking.
He took me down to my back on the couch with him on me.
When his lips slid to my neck, I turned my head and begged in his ear, “Need you now, baby.”
He lifted his head, looked down at me and my legs clamped around his hips at the heat in his eyes even as he slid one hand from my ass and it plunged right into my panties.
I gasped.
Nice.
“You take it missionary, Ally.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
“’Cause I’m gonna f*ck you hard, baby.”
Oh God.
Yes.
“Okay,” I repeated breathily.
His mouth came to mine and his eyes didn’t leave me when he murmured, “Panties, honey.”
I let him go with only one leg, shoving down my panties on that side, cocking a knee and sliding them over and down off my foot, so he had the access he needed in the least time with the least effort I could take to give it to him.
His hand was working between us and seconds later, the tip of his tongue slid over my lips as he slid slowly inside me.
My eyelids dropped, my lips parted and all was right in the world.
He watched and I knew he entered me slowly so he could.
Because once he was in and I gave him the show he wanted, nothing went slow.
It was hard, fast, rough and amazing.
I came within minutes. I did it hard and I did it crying out his name before I sank my teeth in his shoulder.
Ren took a lot longer, but it was clear from his noises and the brutal beauty of his kisses that he enjoyed it so I gave him everything he needed with my hands, my mouth and my happy place to take him there.
Finally, he got there.
He had his mouth on my neck working me, and I had my hands under his shirt roaming his back, my mind memorizing our evening. All of it. Especially this part, his weight on me, him filling me, the scent of him, the feel of him.
Everything.
So it took a beat before I realized his body was shaking.
“Ren?” I called.
He lifted his head and I saw his smile.
He was laughing.
“What’s funny?” I asked.
“Jesus,” was his nonsensical answer.
As good as it felt feeling his big strong body move on me (and in me, it must be said), I didn’t get it.
“What’s funny?” I repeated.
“Only you,” he replied.
“Only me?”
“Only you would get off on me slammin’ some *’s face into a table.”
I stiffened.
His hand immediately came up to cup my jaw, his body stopped shaking and his smile died clean away.
“Take me as I am,” he whispered, and I noticed his voice had that tone, his face had that look, and I melted beneath him.
“Yeah,” I whispered back.
“Love you, Ally.”
I grinned. “Love you more, baby.”
He didn’t grin.
He said, “Impossible.”
I frowned.
“If you make me cry, no sex for a week,” I declared, but my voice was husky.
“Then I better not make you cry,” he murmured, lips twitching.
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