Their moans twined as she eased down on the rigid staff.
She looked into his face while she lowered down onto his cock, but he was watching their sexes fuse. His face was a paradox of profound, wild lust and rigid restraint. She was on top, but he was in control. His arm muscles bunched round and tight as he took much of her weight with his hold on her ass and hips. He didn’t shove her down onto his cock, but nevertheless, his stark determination to be inside her was clear.
She whimpered at the increasing feeling of fullness and pressure, unprecedented for her.
He paused with only inches to go and met her stare. It wasn’t an apology she saw in his gaze precisely, but it was a bid for understanding. And she did understand. Who could deny the storm of need that had swept them both into its grip?
He gripped her ass and flexed his hips, sinking his cock to the hilt. She cried out shakily. He lowered his hold, clutching her buttocks from below. He never paused, but immediately began lifting and lowering her weight while he subtly pumped his hips up and down in a wicked counter rhythm. Gia could only imagine her expression at that moment. Was it the look of thrilled terror and sharp excitement a person gets when a roller-coaster ride crests and then abruptly drops? She opened her mouth—
“Don’t scream, Gia,” Seth said sharply.
At the last second, she choked off her scream and made a sort of muffled wail instead. He never paused fucking her with short, powerful strokes. She bounced on top of him, her entire world rocking. She stared into his face helplessly. He looked hard and strained, his jaw clenched.
“I just don’t want anyone to interrupt this,” he said to explain his harsh command.
“God no,” she said wildly. “Oh my God,” she muttered disbelievingly when he thrust into her with more force and their skin slapped together tautly. The almost unbearable friction was turning into a delicious, hot burn. She tightened her hold on his shoulders and pumped against him, desperate to increase the tension building in her.
“That’s right,” he said thickly, and suddenly he was hugging her waist, leaning forward slightly and gathering her to him. Their rhythm hardly broke, but suddenly his mouth was on her neck, hot and possessive, his teeth scraping against her sensitive skin and fueling her fire. He’d taken the undisputed lead again, hugging her to him, lifting her up and down on his cock with his hold on her waist. He brought her higher up on his cock and plunged back into her, her ass popping in his lap. He repeated that wicked stroke again and again. Gia hugged his rock-hard shoulders as pleasure pounded into her.
He was relentless. She loved it. She felt his chin move on her shoulder. He thrust her down on his staff and made a harsh sound of pleasure. He lifted her, and she heard him groan gutturally. Staring dazedly over his shoulder, she looked at the image in a mirror behind her, facing Seth. It was a reflection of a reflection. He was fixedly watching in the mirror in front of him as his cock plunged in and out of her.
She should have been insulted, but she wasn’t. Instead, she joined him in watching, captivated by the erotic image. His cock looked ruddy and flagrant next to her pale buttocks and thighs. She made a choked sound of arousal and leaned back slightly, keening softly at the new angle . . . still watching in the mirror. He searched her face. Suddenly he paused in his wicked pace and glanced over his shoulder. Their gazes met in the mirror.
He, too, knew she’d been watching them.
For an electric few seconds, he held her down in his lap, his cock fully embedded in her, her stare melded to his. She saw a slight snarl shape his mouth, and then he was turning back to her, leaning back on the couch. His hands moved back to her hips and ass, and he was driving back into her again and again, slamming her down into his lap with a strange combination of raw force and a subtle, yet precise, circular motion of both of their hips. It pushed her right to the edge of climax.
“You liked watching it, too, didn’t you, Bright Eyes?” he growled between white clenched teeth.
For a moment, she couldn’t answer. She was overwhelmed by the hard, relentless friction of his cock. The frantic, fast slaps of their bodies crashing together beat like a warning tattoo in her ears, matching her heartbeat . . . surpassing it.
“Answer me,” he said as she continued to rise and fall over him like a bobbing cork in a raging sea. She was going to drown in the storm of it.
“Yes,” she managed, her nails biting into his shoulders. “I loved it.”
His right-handed grip on her ass shifted to her hip. His thumb reached around the front of her. He rubbed her clit with a bull’s-eye precision. Orgasm crashed into her, sending jagged shudders of pleasure through her flesh.
“That’s right. Give in to it,” she heard him say tautly, as if from a distance.
His mouth clamped on her breast, his tongue laving her nipple with a hard pressure. She cried out sharply in surprised bliss as her climax amplified impossibly higher.
* * *
It was like starting out thinking you’d take a nice little pleasure cruise and instead finding yourself on the adventure of a lifetime.
Feeling Gia convulse around his cock as she came sent him straight into a sexual berserk. Pleasure pounded at him from all directions, her whimpers and cries of release cutting through his sexual haze like piercing missiles. He boiled in a vat of need.
He shouldn’t have done it, but he was mindless with arousal in those seconds. A deep, insistent voice called out to him to claim her even more thoroughly. He didn’t think about it at the moment. It wasn’t rational. Only monumental lust and desire could have given him the strength and will to do it. When the teeth-gnashing spasms of her clamping channel eased some, and her sweet cries slowed, he lifted his head from her breast and gathered her in his arms. Barely suppressing a vicious curse, he lifted her off his cock.
She cried out as if in pain.
“Shhh,” he soothed, although his voice hardly sounded calming, but rough from his restraint and rising misery. He gently heaved her supple, soft body onto the couch, her back on the cushions, her hips next to his, her legs still draping across his lap.
“Seth?” she asked. She sounded disoriented from her climax and his abrupt altering of her position. He lifted her legs off of him high enough so he could stand and move between them.
“Don’t worry, I’m coming right back,” he assured with grim amusement. “There’s no way this is going to end until I’m back inside your sweet little pussy. Spread your thighs,” he urged, moving between her legs and coming down over her. She followed his instructions, but he was helping, parting her long legs to accommodate him as he placed one knee between the back of the sofa and her hip. Before he braced his arms, he glanced between her thighs and bit off a snarl.
The vision of her exposed pink, glossy sex was like mainlining a stimulant into his blood. He knew only one thing: an absolute mandate to get back in there.