“I need this.”
A low hum came from deep in his throat. “Hold on. You’re coming with me.”
He effortlessly rose to his feet with me clinging to the front of his naked, sculpted chest. With my ass nestled in his grip, he strode to his bedroom and dug through the bedside drawer until coming up with a foil wrapper.
“I’ll give this to you, Hellcat.” He smirked. “Use it at your discretion.”
I plucked it from his fingertips and ran one jagged edge down his cheek. “Take your clothes off and sit on the edge of the bed,” I ordered huskily.
Avery held my eye contact while turning us in a circle before setting me on my feet. His fingers worked open the button of his jeans and the zipper down, then shoved at his underwear. Both were hastily kicked off, and he took his length in his hand.
He arched an eyebrow. “Sit, you said?”
“Sit,” I stated breathlessly, eyeing his erection while arousal flooded my core.
He sat with his knees wide and hand working leisurely up and down his shaft. “You’re hellishly overdressed, Hellcat. Or is this a new kink I didn’t know about?”
I smirked. “You’re the one who likes to watch.”
A devilish grin cocked one side of his mouth. “My how the tables have turned. You like this?” He gave a couple harder tugs, then ran the pad of his thumb over the tip of his dick.
“Yeah, I do. Now go do it in the kitchen?”
Avery’s eyebrows hit his hairline before the surprise turned sinful. “As you wish.”
He stood, hand not leaving his erection, and walked his fine ass to the kitchen.
“Lean your ass against the counter and tip your head back,” I commanded, barely resisting the urge to reach into my jeans and finger myself.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as one thick swallow made its way down his throat. His breathing grew increasingly ragged with each stroke of his hand.
“Now where?” he hissed.
“The front door; facing it with your fist balled above your head.”
My eyes slid over the muscular curve of his spine to where the muscles in his upper back worked as he continued to pleasure himself.
As I instructed him to move throughout the house and into different positions, Avery allowed me to take back some of the power that had been stripped during my assault.
By the time I ordered him into the waterless shower with his back leaning against the cold tiles, he all but begged for mercy.
“Time to stop toying with me, Hallie. I’m about to implode.” The wretched plea to his tone matched the desperate appeal in his darkened irises.
“Come,” I hissed, turning on my heel and leaving the bathroom with a string of pained curses echoing behind me.
“Where?” Avery snapped through gritted teeth.
I grinned while peeling off my jeans and underwear. “Couch.”
He hastened to the living room and hissed another curse when I knelt before him and rolled on the condom. I then held his gaze as I set my knees on either side of his hips and lined the head of his erection up with my needy opening.
Both his hands slid up my throat to cup my jaw. His grip tightened as his mouth claimed mine. With a soul-vibrating moan of relieved pleasure, I sank down his shaft and settled with my hips hard against his.
Avery’s tongue continued to claim mine while I paused to regain my equilibrium. Minute kicks of panic rose from the dark recesses of my mind, only to be slain by the man on a mission to heal each one of those wounds as best he could.
Over and over, his lips spliced across mine until I relaxed again. With my face willingly held captive in his heated palms, I ran my hands down his bare chest and began to rock in a gentle rhythm.
One hand left my jaw to skirt down my chest, stopping before the pad of his thumb reached my clit. I breathed out a smile when Avery quickly brought said thumb to his mouth, licked it, then returned it to my most sensitive spot, touching down directly on it this time.