“No? What if I punched you in the face?”
“I’m pretty sure that even that would feel good. You could always lick the blood off after.”
Fuck. Her body jerked hard. There was a pounding ache between her legs again. Trace said things that were unexpected, probably just to shake her up, but god, the thought of actually doing that to him of tasting his blood, it awoke something inside of her that she wasn’t quite sure she was okay with. It was roaring and primal.
“That’s okay. I’ll keep my hands to myself.” She glanced down at where her small hand was wrapped around Trace’s massive cock. “At least where your face is concerned,” she amended.
She did what he said and stroked him, hard long strokes that he leaned in to. His hips bucked upwards and he let out sexy male groans that heated her blood to the point of boiling. She felt like there was an inferno between her legs. She liked that she was small, so much smaller than him. Definitely way more feminine and less muscled, yet she was the one, at the moment, with all the control. He was the one who begged her with his sexy noises, the way his body responded so eagerly to her touch.
How did I even get here? With him? In my bed? Naked?
She had no idea, really, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was so hot, so full of need, the ache inside her so wild, that she no longer cared if she looked or sounded stupid or if there were weird sex noises.
Ash pushed herself up onto her knees and Trace’s eyes shot open. His hands fell to her hips, but he didn’t grip her hard. He didn’t guide her. He let her make the moves and set the pace. She guided him to her entrance, a little shocked and enthralled to find her thighs wet with beads of her own arousal.
She sunk down slowly, taking his thickness inch by inch, filling herself up. She closed her eyes and froze and just… savored how it felt to have him inside of her.
It was a while before she threw back her head and closed her eyes and started to move. Trace waited. He didn’t move. At least, his body didn’t move. She felt the throbbing of his cock deep inside of her.
She’d never felt anything like it. She’d never been with a man like him.
Yes, he was definitely one of those guys that ruined a person for sex with anyone else after. It was a terrifying and wildly exhilarating thought and the last one she had before her brain shut off and she surrendered to the sensations taking her body captive.
CHAPTER 10
Trace
Lord, she’s tight. So hot and wet and tight. The litany repeated in his head, round and round.
“Oh my god, it’s so good,” Ash moaned. That about summed it up. Trace answered her with a sound that wasn’t words, since he wasn’t currently capable of forming any.
He did his best not to thrust, afraid that if he did, it would all be over. Ash was doing a fine job on her own. Trace kept his eyes open, watching the incredible show in front of him. It was, hands down, the most amazing thing he’d ever seen before. He had to keep his eyes open, to burn every single detail of that image into his brain. Ash’s glorious hair, the look of rapture on her face, her lush breasts with the straining nipples, the way her stomach muscles contracted, the way she moved- rolling those hips as she found the right spot and the right rhythm.
Finally, he couldn’t help himself. All those gyrations on top of him, the feel of Ash’s slick, tight heat gripping his cock was too much. He closed his eyes and just savored every single fucking feeling that was crashing through him.
Sex had been sex for the better part of his life. On the few times he’d actually got far enough with someone to get to the point of sleeping with them, it was just like scratching an itch, like he knew right from the start it would be okay, but not overly great. It was different when he was a teenager and didn’t have better sense. In his adult life though- he’d never experienced anything like Ash.
He felt it, deep in his chest. What they were doing was physical. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t done before, but it was different. It hit him in a spot that wasn’t physical. Parts of him that had been dormant or never even used before, came alive.
His inner caveman kept screaming at him that Ash was his. He wasn’t letting her go. He knew it before, but now he really knew it. She was his. As she rocked and swayed above him and he had to grind his teeth to powder to keep from coming before she threw herself off the edge, the beat inside of him chanted on and on. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine.