“There are roof fans around the dome. Otherwise, the only cool air is what escapes right here.” I thumb toward the big machine and the leak in a huge tube leading off of it. The tube’s been patched twice since I took over The Pit, but the air’s so strong that the patches keep bursting. The tube needs to be replaced, but I can’t afford it yet. “Switch me spots, so you’re closer to it.”
His head cocks to the side, his lips tucked into a thoughtful grin. I smile in return and his dusty palms land on my cheeks, pulling me to him. His kiss is sweeter this time rather than all-consuming. It’s different than we’ve shared before like he’s rewarding me for being thoughtful. His tongue tangles with mine before he draws away, taking my bottom lip with him. He sucks it in his mouth, making me groan with pleasure.
We switch spots, and he pulls me to sit next to him. “I’m sweaty, but I prefer you close.”
My shoulders bounce in a shrug. “I don’t mind you sweaty. You forget we’ve been naked and sweaty together.”
“I could never forget,” he mumbles, and it could be one of the sweetest things I’ve heard from him yet.
Having her next to me, smelling her scent and mine mingled has my groin tightening and my cock growing heavy. I just fucked her not even an hour ago, but I can’t seem to get enough of being inside her. Once I started last night, I couldn’t seem to stop. We’re both going on barely any sleep, and I can’t think of a better reason to be up all night than being with her.
“What do we do now?” she whispers.
“We could make out,” I mutter, and she laughs.
“I think we’re way past that point already.”
“Nah, you can never be.”
She grins and my lips land on hers again, only this time my kiss is far more heated. Pushing her onto her back, I brace myself over her. The massively sized air conditioning blocks our bodies to keep us out of sight from the ceiling door. The cool air blows over both of our bodies in this position, rewarding us for our lust.
I take her mouth with a fervor closely matching the first time I wrapped her tightness around my cock in front of the clubhouse. Pushing her shirt up to bare her breasts, my mouth leaves hers to suck each of her nipples into my mouth. She’s delicious with creamy skin that reminds me of silk. I could touch her for hours and never have my fill of her.
“Mmm...” She hums in her chest, the sound drawn out as her hips twist side to side. Her nipples are a direct link to her core. I learned that if you want to get Chevelle turned on immediately, go for her tits. She loves when I play with her pussy too, but her breasts are hypersensitive.
“You should pierce these succulent tits, with just a flick of my tongue, your panties would be drenched.”
“They already are.”
“Damn, I love it that your pussy gets so wet for me.”
My tongue trails over her tummy, licking at the soft, smooth flesh, tasting a bit salty. It’s hot up here, and we’re both sweating. Rather than it turning me off, it does the opposite. I want to see her drip with it, all because my body drives her completely wild.
Her chewed-down fingernails rake through my spikey hair that’s the color of freshly poured asphalt. Our features closely match, both of our flesh is dotted with a light tan. Her hair and mine are nearly the same—the only big difference is our irises; mine are like ice—blue, cold, and ruthless. Hers, on the other hand, are like embers—the light tawny color full of warmth and honey.
“Oh yes. God your mouth is perfect,” she whimpers with desire. Her hips rise until she can create some type of friction for her pussy against my arousal.
My teeth clamp down, biting into the only fleshy part of her tummy. The move elicits another enticing moan from her. The sound makes me feral inside, wanting to rip her jeans away and take her with a force some would deem unsafe. She belongs to me, and with every breath, I want to mark her so deeply that another wouldn’t dare attempt to take her from me.
Is this love? No. Not yet, anyhow. This is passion so fierce with each thrust, claiming another’s body so desperately that when you do finally fall in love with them, it consumes your soul entirely.
When I give Chevelle all of me, she’ll have the power to take my life if she desires. That’s the amount of devotion she’ll gain from me. At that point, I will no longer be able to survive without her. I’d simply cease to exist if I loved her as she deserves, without knowing she’s enraptured the same way in return.
My fingers land on her pants button and in my haste, yank the material apart. The zipper protests but then relinquishes its hold as well. Chevelle’s palms land on each of my cheeks, wrenching my head up to meet her fiery gaze. On a wispy breath, she demands, “Take me, Mercenary, please.”
I’ll take her all right. I’ll fucking keep her too. My hands fly back on course, and I sit back on my haunches. Stripping the tight jeans free from her, I toss them to the side. She’s bare. In our hurry, she never stopped to put on panties, and at her exposed pink folds I groan with desire.
Leaning in, I plant my nose to her pussy and inhale deeply. She smells sweet with her need. The scent mingles with my come from earlier, and the knowledge has me wanting to roar in pleasure. She’s pure sex, and it calls to everything inside me to slam my cock into her deep, to keep my scent on her.
“You’re so goddamn enthralling,” I murmur, tilting my head to lick up the inside of her thigh. “I knew you needed to be fucked when I first laid eyes on you. This pussy needed to be owned and now look at it, soaked for me.”
She moans, and I in turn to do the same. My tongue caresses her other thigh, lapping at the wetness from her excited core. I want more. I want to bury myself in her and never come up for air.
“You want me to lick your wet pussy, sweetie, or you want me to fuck it?” I’ve never given her a decision before, but I’m feeling generous after she’s taken my cock so wantonly all night.
“I want you inside,” Chevelle admits. She meets my eyes as I trail my gaze from her pretty pink center to over her flat tummy. I take in every inch of her curvy hips and full, round breasts. She’s utterly sensational. Her body’s made for a man’s pleasure—for mine.
“Mine,” I let out a growl as my tongue trails upward again. It moves over her stomach, through the valley of her tits and stops with me tenderly biting her chin. My lips find hers soon after, a kiss overtaking her mouth as I line up the head of my dick to her blissful center.