I shove his hand away and lean down, opening my mouth to take him in.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
GRAVE
HER LIPS WRAP around my cock as I fill her mouth. “Fuck,” I hiss.
She pushes down, the tip touching the back of her throat, and I pump my hips, pushing farther and needing more. She sucks up my shaft, and I wrap my free hand in her messy bun and shove her face down.
She moans around my cock and readjusts her knees in the passenger seat. Her ass is up in the air. Thank God my windows are blacked out or we’d be giving everyone I pass a show. One hand wrapped around my cock while the other is on my thigh, holding herself up. I press on the gas, needing to get to her house sooner than I had planned.
I pick up my pace. My hand in her hair controlling her movements. Her saliva runs down my cock and coats my balls, and I wish I could remove my jeans completely. But that will have to wait.
My cell starts to ring through my speakers, and Lucy flashes across the screen on my dash. I let go of April’s hair long enough to push decline.
She lifts her head. “Who …?”
I grip her hair and shove her face back down. “Don’t worry about it,” I growl, not wanting her to stop. Lucy is no way a threat to April. My actions prove that. Even if April wouldn’t have shown up tonight, I wouldn’t be going home with Lucy.
April takes me back in, and this time, she doesn’t stop until after I’m done coming in her mouth.
APRIL
We pull into my driveway and exit his car. I’m trying to put my key in the front door when he comes up behind me, wraps his arm around my stomach and pulls my back into his front. Gripping my hair, he yanks my head back and lowers his lips to my neck. He sucks on the sensitive skin, making my body break out in goosebumps.
“Grave,” I whimper. “I have to unlock the door.” My other hand is holding his duffel bag.
Letting go of my hair, his now free hand comes up and skates under my shirt and over my stomach to my chest. He squeezes my boob over my bra. “Think anyone will see if I fuck you right here on your porch?” He growls.
I suck in a breath and jiggle my keys, trying to get the door unlocked once again. “Probably.”
“Then let them watch.” His hand moves downward this time and shoves its way into my jeans.
I manage to get my key in the door and push it open, pulling away from him. I spin around, reach out and grip his shirt, yanking him into the house and dropping his bag at our feet.
He shoves my back into the wall, grips my hair and yanks my head back, lowering his lips to mine. He devours them, not even giving me the chance to take a breath.
“Grave …” I pant, pulling away. “We have to go upstairs …”
He rips my shirt up and over my head, picks me up and carries me to my room with my lips on his. He slams the door shut with his shoe, then tosses me onto my bed. He doesn’t even give me a chance to catch my breath before he’s naked and ripping my jeans down my legs.
His hands grab my thighs and opens them up for him. He slows down, lying between them. His lips gently kissing my inner thigh.
I arch my back, panting. I cry out when his teeth bite into my sensitive flesh.
He kisses his way to my pussy before pushing in a finger.
I’m already soaking wet. I’ve been wet for him. My hands make their way to his head. I knock his hat to the floor and grip his hair.
He enters a second finger, and I pump my hips. “Oh, God.” I yank on his head.
Removing his fingers, he reaches up and grabs my wrists, pinning them down to my sides while his tongue enters me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
GRAVE
I LIE IN April’s bed. She’s passed out facing me. An arm across my chest and a leg across both of mine.
I kiss her forehead and close my eyes just as I hear my cell vibrate.
Sliding out from underneath her, I crawl off the bed. I grab my jeans off the floor and remove my cell from my pocket. I see it’s a video from Lucy.
Deciding to watch it, I walk into her bathroom and flip on the light but turn the volume all the way down. I don’t want it to wake up April.
It shows Lucy still at the Airport. She’s in the private room sitting at the round table. A mirror in the middle with a razor blade and a bag of cocaine. She then flips the camera to herself and blows me a kiss. Her mouth is moving, but I can’t hear what she is saying or make out the words. Ending it before it’s done, I delete it and place my cell on the counter. Turning on the faucet, I splash my face with some water. The need that I would normally have for the drugs not really there.