Throttled: Dirty Air (Book 1)(77)

I can wear a tux every day if it makes her happy. “I love seeing you naked. But this will have to do for now.” I hiss when I tug up the hem of her lace dress. “You’re not wearing underwear? This whole time?”

She replies with a breathy laugh.

I bite down on my lip. “Fuck me. You can’t do stuff like that. If I had known…”

She shuts me up by kissing me. Lazy, slow. Tantalizingly sweet—so fitting for her. Her hands run down my chest before they land on my belt. Her hoarse voice whispers in my ear, my spine tingling at her boldness. “We don’t need this right now.”

Our heavy breathing echoes off the walls, mixed with my groan as the belt’s metal buckle hits the floor. Maya undoes my zipper slowly. My cock stands to attention with pre-cum seeping from the tip. She pulls my dick out of my pants, her thumb brushing against the pearly drop.

I groan. “Shit.”

“Sh. You’re too loud,” she says before stepping away and pulling a condom from her purse.

Her preparedness makes me smile. “Thought you’d get lucky tonight?”

“I expected it.” Her eyes gleam at me.

“Always dreamed of fucking the sass out of you.” I push her up against the wall, done with talking.

My lips find hers while my hands stroke her core, pulling a gasp from her. It doesn’t take much work with her, and I love it. Love the way she pushes me for more. To feel, to live, to breathe her in and never let her go. To keep Maya all to myself because fuck the world, they don’t deserve her. Shit. I don’t either. But I can’t help my selfishness, the possessiveness I feel around her. A desire to mark her up and leave a trail of bruises from my lips. To bring her over the edge before pulling her back up, shattering around my dick the same way she smashes into my walls.

She puts the condom on me, rolling it along my shaft, making the simplest things look erotic.

I lift her up and her legs wrap around my waist. Maya’s thighs clench around me, squeezing me the same way invisible hands grip my heart. But I don’t want her to let go. She can take over my whole life with a smile on her face and I’d thank her for it. Her back hits the wall as my lips find hers, smashing, nipping, and tugging at the soft flesh.

I slide into her slowly, wanting to enjoy the sensation of the first thrust. My eyes close when my dick is fully sheathed inside of her. Her breathy sigh pushes me to move after what feels like a full minute of me regulating my breathing.

I pull out to the tip before sliding back in with an unhurried pace.

“Oh God. Noah.” Her hands claw at the back of my tux.

My lips move to her neck, finding the spot that drives her crazy. I suck and mark her because I want every fucker to know she drives me wild.

“You’re soaked for me. Does it turn you on knowing anyone could walk in on us right now? Find me fucking you against a wall. They might want to watch. Shit, I would.”

I squeeze her ass when she tries to lift herself up.

“No,” I growl. “I’m in charge.”

Thank fuck I work out every damn day and she doesn’t weigh much because I don’t want to break our connection by moving us to a table. At least not before her first orgasm. Turns out I tend to be selfish everywhere but in the bedroom.

“It’s too much.” Her strained voice makes my dick pulse inside of her. I get what she means. Our relationship is more than a physical attraction, not limited to a lust-induced fuckathon. I don’t fear the emotional tie linking us, instead choosing to embrace it because I’m the only one who fucks her and loves her like this.

Love. One word I didn’t understand until Maya.

We intensely gaze into each other’s eyes as I slide in and out of her, pulling a few moans from her while she tugs on my hair. Sex has never felt this close for me. Like Maya chips away at my exterior, leaving a piece of herself behind forever.

My lazy tempo continues. I want to brand her, make her mine, drive her as crazy as she makes me. She comes the first time when I brush against her G-spot. I hold her while her body shakes, gripping her ass, and not letting go.

I live for hearing her yell out my name and bringing her pleasure. Obviously, I’m an egotistical bastard, but she likes me anyway, so be it.

I eventually increase my pumping, hitting her in all the right places while I struggle to keep my own orgasm back. She needs to come again because I crave it more than my own. Like chasing a high.

“Yes. Just like that. Fuck, Noah.” Her hands run through my hair and tug at the root. I love how she tells me what she enjoys, encouraging me and feeding my self-esteem all at once.

“You’re stunning when you come. I don’t know if I’ve seen anything as perfect.” I leave a searing kiss on her plump lips.

I carry her to an empty table nearby that looks sturdy enough, needing to adjust my angle. One of my hands finds her clit while the other palms the material over her breasts.

“Do. Not. Stop,” she says between my thrusts.

I groan at her request, my dick throbbing inside of her at the desperation in her voice. My pace becomes quicker and messier. A mix of her pants with my deep inhales ring in my ears. Her eyes meet mine, half open and hazy, a masterpiece of lust and love.

And with a few sweet words of encouragement, she explodes around my dick again, milking me. Her nails scratch at the material of my tux. Fuck if that’s not sexy.