Beck took the box and ripped it open with his teeth, effectively replacing her embarrassment with another whopping dose of heat. He took out a foil wrapper, tore it on one end and rolled the condom down his erection. “I know this much from health class,” he explained with a lopsided smile.
Something pointy stuck in her throat, but she swallowed it with resolution. Thighs still spread wide, knees resting on opposite armrests, she took him in her hand, led him between her thighs and sank down, inch by inch. Beck gritted out her name at the ceiling, his neck and arm muscles constricting. Kenna’s thighs felt the strain of her position, but she refused to change it because—damn damn damn—he couldn’t possibly get any deeper. So huge and thick and smooth. Amazing. He pressed against her inner walls, stretching her to fit him and it hurt, but the hurt was glorious. Nothing compared to this. Nothing. The need to move was fast becoming an undeniable yen, so she dug her fingers into the leather back of the chair and rose, before dropping down onto him once again.
“Oh my God.”
“You? Christ. Oh, Christ. You have no idea…” He lifted his hips, bringing them both off the seat. “It’s too good. You’re tight. So fucking tight and I can’t. You can’t move like that. Do it again. Okay, darlin’? Again. Again.”
She’d never wanted to kiss a man during sex, but hell if she didn’t want to make out with his flushed, masculine face, the promise of a too-soon, blistering climax be damned. Beck. Sweet, sexual beast that had been pacing his cage too long. Kenna twisted her hips and pleasure spread like spilled ink in her middle. Never mind about the kissing. She’d only had this man inside her for thirty seconds and her body was sprinting blindly toward relief, lip-lock be damned. Kenna lifted and came down on him with a quick flick of her hips, moaning as Beck grew even larger inside her.
“I’m not leaving you in need again.” Beck thrust up into her with a strangled groan. “But I can’t think when you’re doing that. Can’t think about anything ’cept coming inside your body.”
“Don’t think, Beck. I don’t want you to think.” Reminding herself this was his first experience, Kenna took his hands and placed them on her backside, her breath leaving in a rush when he gripped her with punishing strength. “Move me how you want me, Beck. Grind me down, bounce me, make me ride you slow. Do whatever makes you come the hardest.”
Sweat had broken out along his upper lip, his sexy, corded neck. “I already know you’re going to be the best of my life, Kenna. How do I make sure I’m the best of yours? Tell me.”
There’s no one in the world like this guy. “I like it hard.” Her voice wavered. “Slam me down. Use my body to jack yourself off.”
His eyes closed briefly before they opened and scorched a path over her breasts, belly, thighs. “You can’t be real. You can’t be.”
Even though she’d instructed him, Kenna wasn’t prepared for what followed. With the flesh of her bottom clenched in his hands, he impaled her on his unforgiving hardness, again and again. It started at a testing pace but grew almost out of control. Her teeth rattled inside her mouth with each life-affirming impact. Beck watched her through eyes at half-mast, eyes that glittered with so much pent-up lust, it staggered her. He tilted his hips, satisfaction conquering his expression when she moaned loud enough to shake the windows. Unbelievable. He was searching for her pleasure when this should have been about him. His first time. With the unimaginable sensations blasting her, she couldn’t find the same selflessness. No, she’d never needed relief so badly.
She held her fingers over Beck’s mouth. “Lick them.” When he did as she asked, his tongue stroking her fingertips like their taste was incomparable, Kenna almost climaxed then and there. No more waiting. As Beck continued to slam her down on his erection, Kenna found her clit and with two rough circles of her middle finger, she pushed over into oblivion. “Yes, yes, yes.” Oh holy shit, her legs spasmed violently on the armrests, moisture flooding over the spot her body joined with Beck’s. “So good, Beck. You’re so good.”
A surprised whimper escaped her lips as he rose from the chair and flipped her over. No sooner had her back met the leather seat than her legs were secured over Beck’s shoulders. A savage drive of his length into her still-contracting core stole a scream from her throat.
“Beck!”
Anguish infiltrated the sexual urgency on his face. “Am I hurting you?”
“N-no. Keep going, keep going.”
Wet flesh slapped together as he gripped her ankles where they rested on either side of his head and thrust. Thrust so hard Kenna knew she’d feel it for a week. “Scream, then,” he growled in her ear, hips starting to pump at a brutal pace. “If it doesn’t hurt, then scream.”