His hips pushed against her bottom then, thoroughly distracting her. Arousal laced through her when she felt his erection, throbbing and insistent behind her. Since he hadn’t spoken, she didn’t know if he was awake or if his body did all the talking. His muscled arm tightened, drawing her back against his chest, grinding his hips slowly, melting her into a sensual puddle. She felt him shift, then the sound of a foil rapper being ripped open. His hand slipped between their bodies to roll on a condom.
“Going to f**k you now, Lucy,” he growled into her hair.
Her breath caught. “About time.”
His hand traced up her throat to her jaw and squeezed. “Watch the way you speak to me.”
A furious beat began pounding within Lucy. How many sides were there to this man? Cherishing one minute, demanding the next. She couldn’t keep up, yet both sides did incredible things to her. At the movie last night, she’d been upset over his using her lie as a reason to withhold pleasure, but up to that point the delayed gratification had been a huge turn-on. Even after what they’d done so far, she suspected he was still holding back. She wanted more…all of it.
“I’m sorry,” she heard herself say, the sound of her hoarse apology somehow turning her on even more. So did the fact that she hadn’t actually seen his face yet, only heard his voice, felt his body. It felt like an erotic fantasy, except her body’s reactions told her she was most definitely wide-awake.
Swiftly, Matt yanked her panties down to her ankles. Holding her breath, she kicked them off the rest of the way, anxiously waiting for his next move. His hand rested on her knee for a moment, the touch in itself sending pings of electricity racing along her skin. Then he jerked it high and pulled it back to rest on his thigh, leaving her open, her center exposed.
“Did I, or did I not, lick your beautiful pu**y last night until you lost consciousness?” He plunged two thick fingers inside her, making her moan loudly. “An answer, Lucy.”
“Y-yes,” she answered on a shudder. “That happened.”
He rotated his fingers, leisurely stroking her sensitive inner walls. “So when you say ‘about time’ it makes me wonder what the hell you’re talking about.”
It didn’t seem possible after the countless climaxes she’d reached last night, but her belly tightened again like a snare drum, an ache forming low and heavy, all controlled by Matt’s hand. She racked her brain for a way to answer him that would make him continue touching her. “I was talking about you. You didn’t—”
He delivered a sharp smack between her legs. “I didn’t what?”
“Ah!” Shocked pleasure flooding her, Lucy searched for an adequate response. Her clitoris throbbed where he’d delivered the stinging slap. There was pain, but oh, mostly just driving need so strong she shook. “I wanted you inside me.”
“Oh, I remember.” His amused answer sent warm breath washing over her ear. “All your hot begging and moaning. ‘Please, Matt. Fuck me. Fuck me. I need it so bad.’” Another ringing slap between her thighs, right over her sensitive bundle of nerves. “Do you enjoy making me crazy?”
Lucy whimpered as his thumb stroked her clitoris. “A little bit, yeah.”
“Wrong answer.” Without warning, he drove his erection home inside of her. “Fuuuuuck.”
The same long, drawn-out blasphemy echoed in Lucy’s head, but all that came out was a muffled scream. After hours of needing to be filled by Matt, it had finally happened and somehow it beat the memory of the last time, an incredible feat since he’d blown her mind in that motel room. He felt enormous, throbbing deep inside her, but he didn’t move. She suspected he was calming himself, getting used to the sensation of their joined bodies. The evidence that she affected him as much as he affected her filled her with confidence. Made her feel wanted. Needed. Vital.
“Pull your knees up to your chest.” His voice was gravel. “Keep them there. And hang the f**k on.”
She drew her knees up and wrapped her arms beneath them, eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. When he mimicked her actions, overlapping her banded arms and pulling her tighter against him, they let out a simultaneous groan. She didn’t think two people could get any closer than they were at that moment, her curled up on her side with his body enveloping her. “Oh, please. Please,” she breathed, needing him to move.
Slowly, he withdrew, then rammed in deeper than before. “No more begging or you’ll be doing it from your knees. Do you hear me?” He sounded as though he spoke through clenched teeth.
She nodded frantically. “Yes.” Again, again. Please keep moving.
He took himself out inch by inch before driving back in, to the hilt. “I can still taste you on my tongue, baby. I woke up twice last night wanting more.” Five quick thrusts had her sobbing his name. God, he went so deep. Deeper than she’d thought possible. “You trying to make me an addict?”
“Yes!” She shouted the word without thinking, but knew immediately it was true. Yes, right now, with him pinpointing every need in her trembling body with perfect precision, she wanted him addicted to her. She didn’t care who knew or what he thought about it, either. Just needed more.
“Is that so?” His teeth bit into her shoulder, hips beginning to pump wildly. “Mission accomplished.”
Her orgasm rose swiftly to the surface. Using what little leverage she had, Lucy worked her hips back and forth, meeting his thrusts. The friction sent her closer, so deliriously close, she could taste blood from where her teeth sank into her lips. A scream formed in her throat as it began to overtake her.
Matt slowed his assault, laughing darkly when she cried out. “You will wait, Lucy. I’m not ready to stop f**king you yet. And that’s exactly what will happen if you tighten up on me. I’ll blow straight into your pu**y.”
She felt dizzy and hot. Her legs were shaking out of control, but she had no choice but to absorb his long, measured thrusts, even though she wanted to scream for him to go faster. “Oh God. I’m going to die.”
Matt withdrew completely and flipped her onto her back. She had no time to prepare before he shoved her thighs wide and slammed into her. Over and over and over. He took her hands and pinned them over her head as he groaned into her neck. Lucy could only cry his name toward the ceiling as her release hovered close once more. She tried to hold back, knowing he would slow down if she showed signs of reaching the end. The sight of his sleek body and handsome, concentrated face above her wouldn’t let her, though, and her core started to clench desperately around his arousal. She knew he felt it when he threw back his head on a moan.
“Matt, please. I can’t wait.”
Without pausing his brutal thrusts, he leaned down and bit her bottom lip. “You come because I allow it. You only do it for me.”
“Yes. Yes!”
“Squeeze me, then. Milk it out of me.”
Lucy raked her fingernails down his ass, yanking him closer as she contracted her inner walls. She kept her eyes open, memorizing the way his jaw went slack, eyes unseeing as he imploded, jerking heavily inside her. His potent reaction combined with the muscled flesh of his backside pumping beneath her palms sent her spiraling over the edge, her surroundings becoming insignificant as he worked her through a stunning orgasm.