THE SECOND we’re in the elevator is the second I pick her up and stack her legs around my hips.
Adrenaline is coursing through my veins and there’s no other way that I want to celebrate than inside her.
Trent riding my ass like a bronco in tonight’s game was worth it because it’s proof that at least one of her brothers gives a damn.
It makes our kiss even sweeter when I know I convinced her that my injuries aren’t too severe because she’s totally on board—her mouth opens to my invasive kiss as I thrust home, tasting her, teasing her, feasting and ravaging her all while we travel to my floor.
When the doors open, I stride forward. The key gives me some trouble, but only enough that it ratchets up our desperation for one another.
As I finally get inside my apartment, I waste no time—I head for her bedroom.
It’s the nearest to the entrance and I just need to be inside her.
Stat.
She clings to me as I drop us onto her bed, grinding my dick into her softness while her fingers stroke feverishly through my hair.
When her nails make an appearance, I groan into her mouth and arch my hips so that I can kneel on the mattress and work on getting her naked.
“Fuck, you need to start wearing skirts, Gracie,” I complain as I struggle to get the stretchy yoga pants down her thighs.
Her eyes burn with need as she studies me, then she grins. “This isn’t the first time you’ve been in that position. It suits you.”
With a frown, I look at how I’m kneeling and roll my eyes. “Want me to stretch my groin on top of you?”
She snorts. “Maybe that’ll sound sexy if you say it in French.”
Obeying, I rasp the words, watching the flames lick higher as she studies me.
That’s when she snaps.
She wriggles beneath me, drawing her tee over her head as she flings it to the floor.
When her bra comes next, my eyes lock onto her tits. “Fuck this,” I growl, and my hands find the crotch of her pants and I tear at the seams.
She yelps as I rip the fabric off and make a space for myself.
“Oh, God, Liam,” she moans as I twist her over and around so that she’s on her stomach.
Making quick work of my fly, I pull out my cock, hissing with relief now that the zipper isn’t welding an imprint into my shaft.
“Fuck,” she groans when my fingers slide between her thighs.
“You’re always so wet for me,” I growl, slicking up my digits and spreading her juices over the tip of my dick.
That’s when she does the unthinkable—she writhes against the mattress.
And it makes her ass jiggle.
Unable to stop myself, I grab a firm hold of the soft curve between my teeth and bite.
Hard.
Her shriek morphs into a high-pitched wail when I lathe my tongue over the bite mark I left behind.
More pussy juices have slipped down, coating her inner thighs, so I use them to further lubricate my shaft before I rest my dick between her ass cheeks and place one of my hands beside her shoulder. “Are you ready, minou?”
“God, so ready.”
I tilt my hips forward. “You want this inside you, bébé? Can you feel how hard I am? Just for you—”
“Stop making me wait, Liam,” she snarls, head snapping to the side so she can glower at me.
A wicked grin lights up my face as I readjust her, snagging a pillow and thrusting it under her hips so it’s easier on us both.
When the tip of my dick finds her slit, her eyelashes flutter as she whispers, “You’re too big, Liam.”
I tease, “Want me to stop, Gracie?”
“You stop and I’ll kil—” The threat fades as she starts moaning, keening wails that let me know exactly what I’m doing to her. “OhmyGod. OhmyGod. OhmyGod. OhmyGod,” she chants as I start to forge a path inside her. “You’re so fucking big. Too big. Good big. No, too… fuck. Liam. Don’t stop.”
“You need me inside you, don’t you, bébé? You need me to fill you up until you don’t know where I end and you fucking begin. This is how it should always be—you taking every inch of my cock like the good fucking girl you are.”
Her hands tear at the sheets as I continue to thrust into her.
Sweat beads on my forehead from how tight she is and how fiercely she’s clutching at me.
Gritting my teeth, I continue tormenting us both until my hips encounter the softness of her butt.
She shudders, sharp jolts of her muscles letting me know that she’s in overload, so I give her my weight, blanket her with me, then I find her hands and bridge ours together.
Nuzzling my face into her throat as she squeezes my fingers to death, I ask, “You with me, ma belle?”
Gracie shivers but mewls, “You feel so good, Liam. I’m too full. You’re—” Her gulp is audible. “I’m going to die if you move.”
“You’re not. You’re going to live,” I rumble, not wanting that word to spill from her lips. “You’re going to explode, sure, but you’re going to fucking love it. Are you ready?”
She jerks beneath me with a full-body nod.
My fingers tighten around hers as, slowly, I make my retreat.
Her sharp cry whittles into my nervous system.
I don’t pull out fully, just over halfway before I rock back into her.
“OhmyGod. OhmyGod. OhmyGod,” she mumbles again, the words more delirious than ever.
I pick up the pace, aware that this isn’t the quickie I intended, that it’s deeper and slower and all the more meaningful for it.
I can feel her—every inch.
I can scent her—honeysuckle today.
I’m breathing her air and my skin is sticking to hers.
It’s intimacy at its finest and it is glorious.
Nipping at her shoulder, I start to suck on the tender spot, giving her some attention there because finding her clit is—
“Did you leave a vibrator in here?” I demand when the thought occurs to me.
She jerks. “W-What?”
Knowing she’ll be no help if I don’t stop, I pause, ignoring her whine of complaint. “I know you, Gracie.”
She stills. “Maybe.”
Called it.
“Where is it?”
“Nightstand.” She groans. “Top drawer.”
Reaching over, I find the vibrator she left there.
I rub the toy on the sheet, knowing that’s not the same as soap, but fuck if she doesn’t need this to stoke the fires ever higher.
Burrowing beneath her, I’m careful with the setting as I click it on once before I let it come into contact with her pubis.
“Lower,” she shrieks. “Oh, my fucking—”
Taking that as a positive, I do as she asks then settle it where I know she needs it before I leave the toy there to do its thing as I start to fuck her again.
When she locks up around me a scant thirty seconds later, I can feel her orgasm as if it’s my own.
Her muscles shudder and judder and she freezes then melts then freezes again, and through it all, I’m impaling her on my dick, trying to find my own release as I struggle to thrust into her.
That’s when her cunt turns into a jail cell—one I never want to leave.
She clamps around me tighter than a vise and literally drags the cum from my balls.
As I explode inside her while she’s still detonating, I know, point blank, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.
