I shudder and collapse against the wall, clawing at it as he rubs me faster, harder, with more possession in each movement.
“Ah, ah,” I cry. “Oh, God…”
He stands behind me and I twist around so I can take in the sight of him. He leans down to touch me, his massive body aimed toward me like I’m the only thing that exists for him at this moment. His silver hair is shiny with sweat.
“Keep moving like that,” he growls. “You look so damn sexy right now.”
“Like this?” I cry, barely even aware of what I’m doing.
I twitch at the end of his hand, as though he has me pinned, as though he’s attacking me and I’m trying to get away.
But I’m not trying to get away.
I’d never try to escape him.
I sink into the moment, shivering.
“That’s it. Show me how bad you want to fucking cream for me.”
Anxiety tries to invade this moment, that inner voice that tells me I’m making a fool of myself, but it’s buried far beneath the pulsating lust.
My lips tingle and my clit burns as he grinds the denim against my sex, harder with each moment until all I can focus on – all I can feel – is the pressure building inside of me.
I try to bite down on the scream when it finally explodes.
Nervousness and shame – a swirling whirlpool of it – try to tell me I shouldn’t be so loud in my pleasure.
But the scream escapes nonetheless, bursting out of me as the orgasm grips me half in heavenly hands.
I vibrate against him, bucking my lips, grinding up and down as he rubs me with even more animal ferocity.
“Fuck, you’re twerking on my hand,” he growls. “That’s it. Come for me, Snapshot. Come like the obedient virgin you are.”
My lips tingle with impossible friction, swirling up and down my sex, my lips pulsing.
Even in the midst of the orgasm, buried in the center of the pleasure, part of me struggles to believe this is really happening.
But that part of me is distant.
Closer, more real, is the sensation of his hand against my pussy, crushing my lips with his dominating touch.
I buck faster and harder as orgiastic pulsations move through me until finally, all I can do is collapse against the wall.
He wraps his arms around me, one hand gliding under my tank top and bra, squeezing softly. My nipples tingle and harden.
“What should I do?” I ask.
He chuckles softly. “You’re doing it. Just keep being sexy and curvy and captivating, Tess. Fuck, stick that ass out. I need to feel it against my throbbing dick.”
I do as he tells me, my lust leaving no room for an alternative. He leans down to grind his manhood up and down my ass, solid and huge-feeling even through the fabric of my denim shorts.
He pinches my nipples softly, grazing them with his fingertips, causing, even more, tingles to dance across me.
“Lie down on the bed. On your back. I need to taste that hot virgin hole.”
I step back and he waves a hand at the bed. His eyes are narrowed and tension moves through him, through his expression, and his muscular body. It’s like he’s trying to stop himself from mauling me, from wrestling my shorts off and sliding that massive dick inside of me.
As I walk over to the bed, I try to summon the courage to tell him I’m ready, to tell him I want to feel him inside of me.
But that would be a lie.
And maybe – oh, God, this is so wrong – and maybe I can tell myself what we’re doing isn’t so much of a betrayal if we don’t go all the way. Maybe I can lie to myself like that.
I lie down and stare up at him as he strides over to the bed, looming over me, his rock hard chest rising and falling rapidly.
“You’re perfect,” he says, voice rumbling. “You’re mine.”
He folds his arms and smirks.
“What?” I whimper.
“What are you waiting for? Undress for me. I want you naked, completely naked before I taste that virgin slit. Go on, Snapshot. Now.”
Nerves cascade through me.
Being pushed up against the wall and caught up in a frenetic moment of lust is one thing.
Do I have the confidence to do a freaking striptease for this Navy SEAL?
I don’t know.
But the way he’s staring at me makes me want to find out.
Chapter Eight
Trent
Every instinct I have roared at me to claim her, to leap on the bed and tear her clothes off with savage hands, strip her naked and then plunge deep inside of her.
I force myself to stand at the edge of the bed, staring at her hard, my heart thumping through my body like a goddamn war song.
“Like this?” she murmurs, sitting up as she reaches for the hem of her tank top.