He took her mouth in a heated kiss, sucking and licking her arousal from her lips, and she moaned into the connection. He stroked his tongue against hers and shifted forward, spreading her thighs wider and pushing the head of his cock against her entrance.
That desperate ache surged in her and her arms tightened around his neck. Then he was easing inside her, stretching her and hijacking her breath. Her body fought to accommodate him.
He groaned into the kiss. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good around me, but I don’t want to hurt you. Try to relax and let me in.”
She pressed her forehead to his, her blood pumping in her ears. “You won’t hurt me. I’m okay. It’s just been a long time since I’ve done this with another human being.”
He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes searching. “How long?”
“At least five years.”
If he was shocked, he hid it well. He gave her a devil’s smile. “Well, we need to fucking fix that right this minute. Breathe for me and let’s make up for lost time.”
She took a long, expansive breath, focusing on relaxing her muscles. She’d used the toy so she knew this wasn’t about anything but nerves. But when she met Pike’s eyes, saw the inferno burning there, the need, her body gave up the fight. She pulled him closer and he entered her.
He made a grinding noise of pleasure as he sank deep, and a whole body quiver went through her. She tilted her head back, that full, decadent feeling overtaking her. “God, yes.”
Pike’s fingers dug into her hips as if he was taking a moment to regain his composure, and then he started to pump into her. The sounds he made were better than any he’d given her on the phone. Low and masculine noises that said everything words couldn’t. And his eyes … they never left hers. His look said, Pay attention. I’m the one making you feel like this. I’m the one who’s going to drive you out of your fucking mind.
“You’re so goddamned sexy,” he murmured. “Can’t get you out of my head.”
The words hit her in a soft spot, one she didn’t want prodded. “Better fuck me out of your system then.”
Her response was blunt, but she needed to remind both of them why they were here. This was their one night together. They were eating cake. That’s all this could be.
His eyes flared, but he set his jaw and picked up speed. The window rattled behind her with every hard thrust, and he dipped one of his hands between them to stroke her.
Soon, any errant thoughts or worries slipped from her mind, and all she could do was hold on and feel the pleasure of it all. He knew exactly how to angle himself, how to rub inside her in a way that let her feel every bit of him, every ridge and swell.
Sweat beaded on his brow. “Come for me, Oakley. Let me see how much you love being fucked against a wall, how bad you needed my cock.”
The command zipped through her, pressing her hot buttons and assuring her that they were on the same page. This was sweaty, dirty sex. Period. End of sentence.
And they were going to make it the hottest and dirtiest they could.
One night.
One night.
One night.
The mantra floated through her head until her orgasm whipped through her like a maelstrom and emptied her brain.
Pike called her name and rammed into her with abandon as she gasped her way through her release. The window rattled louder, his
shirt knotted in her fists, and she lost all sense of place, nearly sliding off the windowsill. But he didn’t let her fall and soon he was flying alongside her, his neck muscles straining with the force of his orgasm. The ecstasy plain on his face.
Beautiful, wicked perfection. She could drown in it.
She nearly did. Her muscles went loose and her body lax as he took the last bit of his pleasure in a few short, hard thrusts. But he never let her go.
When they’d both given everything they had, he gathered her to him and they slid to the floor. She sat astride his lap, his cock still buried inside her, and they kissed until they couldn’t breathe.
So this was what sex was supposed to be like.
She’d told Pike it’d been five years.
Now she realized that had been a lie.