“Exactly what I asked for,” Kayla filled in. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and Shawn nearly blew his load in his fucking jeans just watching those pearly whites sink into that plump flesh.
“Exactly what you asked for,” he affirmed.
Her hand shifted between them. It landed right on his crotch, and damn, that light touch through his jeans might as well have been the most sinful grab in the universe. His balls tightened to the point where it felt like they were actually trying to jump inside of his body and his cock was throbbing so bad that there was probably a zipper mark on the head. Which was likely fucking purple at the moment.
“Lord, Kayla,” he hissed between his teeth.
She stared up at him, those dark eyes wide, her long lashes framing it all, her top teeth still sunk deep into her bottom lip, her cheeks a bright pink. He closed his eyes and it was the last thing he saw before he claimed her lips, lips he had to taste because if he waited a second longer, he was going to go fucking insane.
His hands did the rest of the work while his mouth plundered hers. She gasped and made little whimpering noises and when she tried to draw a breath, he let her have a little air before he claimed her tongue, bit her lips, ravaged her mouth, her jaw, her neck. He stripped away her jeans, maneuvering them both on the bed, still not letting up on the war on her mouth. She gave as good as she got and for a girl who looked so innocent and sweet, she kissed like a straight up sinner.
When he reached her panties, he tore them clean off. She let out a startled gasp and as she pulled away, nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. It was completely accidental, but the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth. The inner beast in him coiled and unfurled, ready for action. Shawn let out a growl that even he could admit was completely savage sounding.
Kayla shrank back on the mattress, but he gripped her ankles and pulled her back down, spreading her gorgeous legs. She had beautiful legs. Long legs. Shapely legs that ended in the most perfect pussy he’d ever seen. She was shaved and soft and completely wet and swollen for him. He couldn’t wait to see those beads of pearly moisture clinging to her folds when he spread her open and tasted her.
She let out a gasp of protest when he roughly parted her thighs. Her hands flew up to her breasts, a perfect set of globes with the darkest, perkiest nipples he’d ever seen. He was going to taste those too. He was going to taste the swell of her hips and that flat stomach. He was going to taste her belly button, her ribs, her neck, her shoulders. He was going to taste and suckle and nip and lick every single inch of her sweet skin.
“Shawn, you’re- you’re not even undressed,” Kayla protested weakly.
He raised a brow. “Since your hands are there already, give your nipples a tweak. Roll them between your fingers and pinch them. If you do a good job, maybe I’ll take my pants off.”
“What- what about your- the rest?” she stammered breathlessly. Even though her cheeks went pink again, her fingers rolled over her nipples like he commanded. She let out a tiny gasp, half surprise and half pleasure, when she gave them each a light pinch. It was like she didn’t even know her body was created for her own pleasure and that those glorious nipples had any feeling at all.
“Oh no. You first.”
“But… I’m naked already.”
“Oh, I know. I’ll take my pants off.” He was already working the button of his jeans. Honestly, he was so fucking eager to shed them and give his poor bruised cock a break, that even if Kayla had refused to touch herself, he probably would have stripped them off just as frantically. “But the rest, you’ll have to earn.”
“Earn?” Kayla frowned.
“Fucking isn’t just about getting naked and ramming it in for half a minute.” He rolled his eyes. “Or was that your experience in the past? If it was, I must say, you’ve picked some poor ass partners to experiment with.”
“There hasn’t been much experimenting,” Kayla admitted shyly. “I- uh- well… I guess it was alright.” She slammed her thighs together, much to his disappointment. “No one- I never let anyone look at me- like- like you’re doing now. Not with the lights on.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “So you’ve just had vanilla sex?”
“I- hey… that’s not…” Kayla’s cheeks were now scarlet. Damn, there was a fucking tent, even in his tight boxers.
“Don’t worry,” Shawn said thickly. He kept his voice low and dark. Really, he didn’t need to try at all. He was seriously running on low when it came to self-restraint, and it showed in the rasp of his tone. “I’m going to give you whatever flavor you’ve always wanted to try but haven’t been quite brave enough. I’m going to make you come so many times your insides fucking hurt. I’m going to give you chocolate and butterscotch and fucking pistachio pudding.”
“Can we please stop talking about food and can you just… show me before I chicken out and get up and turn the light off?”
“That would be a travesty. If you try, I’ll tackle you back to the bed, turn you over and eat that pretty little asshole of yours just to teach you a lesson.”
Kayla made a strangled noise in the back of her throat. “That’s supposed to be a- a threat? Jesus. I have trouble getting a guy to even go down on me.”
This time it was him making that crazy growling noise. “Not this one. You have the most beautiful pussy and I can’t wait to taste it.”
Kayla looked like she wanted to protest, like she wanted to warn him against dirty talk, like she might actually try and get up and turn the lights off. He wasn’t going to let her. It was time to show her how good it could be. It was time to make good on his promise to make her forget.
Chapter 8
KAYLA
It was crazy how fast everything could change. She was pretty sure she still didn’t actually like Shawn, but it wasn’t about like. It was about need. Even if they couldn’t get along in real life, she was also damn sure that they’d get along like this. Her body said they’d get along. The throbbing between her legs and the wetness trickling down her thighs, her tight aching nipples, her shortness of breath, the absolute desperation she felt… yeah. She might not like the guy, but apparently they had good chemistry. She’d never been with anyone like Shawn before.
No one had ever really bothered to make her feel good. It had always been awkward fumbling or later in life, horny fumbling or drunk fumbling. Sometimes she got off. Sometimes she didn’t. No one had really ever taken the time to care. Not that it was their fault. It was also her fault. She didn’t want to invest a bunch of time in someone when she was too busy for dating or relationship bullshit.
The guys she’d gone out with were always her age. College or maybe a year or two out. Fairly straight laced.
No one like Shawn. No one who looked like him. He wasn’t like normal men. Normal men weren’t built of pure granite and steel. Normal men weren’t tattooed with scrolling dark ink. Normal men didn’t have the devil in their eyes and a beast inside of them.
A small warning bell went off in the back of Kayla’s mind, but there was no way she was backing down, even if she could bring herself to regret her hasty, wild request- which she didn’t.
As soon as Shawn’s strong hand pushed her thighs apart, his rough fingers rasping on her soft delicate skin, and his head bent, her train of thoughts shut right off. If she had any regrets, she’d save them for later.
I want this. She was twenty-fucking-four and she’d never been properly fucked in her life.
Shawn trailed hot kisses up her thigh. His stubble- okay, maybe it could be termed a beard- scratched her skin to the point of burning, but it felt delicious, like all of her nerve endings had come alive for the first time ever. Her entire body felt like it was alive, firing like it should have done all along.
Everyone always said it would be like this with the right person. Except he’s not right. He’s the furthest thing from right.
“You need to stop thinking,” Shawn said thickly, his hot breath tickling her thigh. “I can hear that brain ch
urning all the way down here.”
“I- I can’t help it,” she whispered.
“You can. You will.” His hand spread her legs further apart, bearing her to him in the most intimate way. And in full light. The bulb hanging out of the socket overhead could have been the damn sun it was so bright. “I’m going to taste you now and all those thoughts will shut the fuck off and shut the fuck up and it’s just going to be you and me. I’m not going to stop until your entire body is shaking and you’re moaning and crying out. You don’t have to say my name, but I’m not going to stop until you’ve come on my tongue and you’ve screamed something.”
His words were so dirty that they made Kayla blush. Her body thrilled, a shiver crawling up her spine. The throbbing going on down below the belt kicked into overdrive and she knew without looking, or feeling, that she was even wetter than before. God, she was soaking and Shawn hadn’t even touched her there yet. The pressure building up was nearly unbearable. She was halfway there to screaming already.
She expected Shawn to take his time, to go in slow and let her get acclimated to his touch, but of course he didn’t do what she thought he would. He was done with the gentle kisses. He spread her open and he bent his head and tasted her. His mouth was hot, scalding, insistent, brutal. His tongue was magic, pure fucking magic. He explored every single inch of her already soaked, swollen folds. He used his teeth to nip at her in a way that was surprisingly erotic and not at all as unnerving as it should have been. He teased at her clit, never applying much pressure, letting her know just how he planned to torture her, before he danced away, lower, to her entrance.
When he thrust his tongue inside of her, Kayla’s back jacked right off the bed. The sound she made wasn’t entirely human. It didn’t sound anything like her. Shawn was right. She stopped worrying about the light, about her body, about any imperfections she might have, about what was right and appropriate and what was wrong and dirty and utterly sinful. She stopped worrying about the mess her dad had dug them into, about people who may or may not be the mafia, about her shitty experiences with guys, about the pain she’d endured when her mom was sick and after, after losing her being so alone.
All of that was gone. It was just her. Just her and Shawn. And his warm amazing mouth and his fucking gloriously talented tongue and those rough, rough fingers that rasped over her sensitive folds, over her tight swollen nub.
She wanted to know what those fingers felt like inside of her. Apparently Shawn, to add to his other list of impressive talents, was also a mind reader, because he continued to lick and suckle and explore her folds while at the same time, he doubled up two of his fingers and plunged them inside of her.
There was no warning. No sweet exploratory bullshit. No one single digit. No, he gave her what she wanted, exactly the way she wanted it.
Kayla cried out something wild, something that wasn’t even language, as her hips bucked up into Shawn’s hand, into his face. His tongue danced over her clit while he fucked her with his fingers, plunging them in and out of her at a pace that was definitely not gentle in any sense of the word.
Electricity jolted through her, firing her blood, her nerves, her everything. There was no climbing, no mountains, no soaring, none of the bullshit that people used to describe what it felt like to get towards a climax.
No, when she came, it was an explosion. Blinding and fiery and white-hot. It was impossible to breathe. Kayla did feel like she was falling, falling and coming and coming again, harder and harder. There were waves, not like the ocean or any kind of water, just waves from the deepest, darkest parts of her, waves from places she’d never felt, places she didn’t even know she had.
And it kept going. Stronger and stronger, it actually became painful. Her legs shook. Her arms shook. Her core fucking shook. Her back jacked off the bed and slammed down hard. Her abs ached with the tightness coiling through her. All of her muscles ached with the force of it.
Holy shit, was that one climax or two or three? It was impossible to tell. It was so strong, so amazing, so unlike anything she’d ever known could even exist, that it half exhilarated her and half terrified her. She’d never known pleasure could be so good that it could actually hurt and even that hurt would feel fucking amazing too.
And when Shawn looked up at her and slowly, so very slowly, dragged his hand across his mouth, which was dripping wet with her juices, god, that was sexy too. He licked at his fingers and rose up, huge and strong, dangerous and inked, dark and as fucking bright as the sun itself. He covered her with, all lean, hard muscle dwarfing her much smaller form.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said thickly, darkly, against her neck. His breath was warm and erotic and she shivered in response. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t remember your name. Just like I promised. I might be a lot of things, but I always make good on my promises.”
She barely had time to register what he was doing before he ripped his boxers down and then his cock was there, right where she so desperately needed him, pressed up against her core, which was already aching and throbbing again. Her hands dug into the hard, shockingly warm, muscle of his shoulder. All she could do was get a foothold and find a way to try and brace against the storm. A storm she wanted to be right in the heart of. No, not the heart. Or the eye or whatever. That was the calm part. She didn’t want to be in the calm at all. She wanted it hard. Rough. She wanted it to hurt and chafe and ache. She wanted him to fill her up and tear her apart.
And no, she wasn’t ashamed at all about having those thoughts, even if she’d never imagined that someone like her could ever think like that.
She didn’t have time to consider that feat of marvel, that wonder of physical engineering, that she should want him so soon and so badly after he’d just made her come like that. So hard that he was right, it felt like he’d turned her inside fucking out. For someone who had never had more than one orgasm at a time in her life, this wasn’t just chocolate or strawberry. It was the whole damn banana split with the works on top.
“You on the pill?” Shawn ground out into her neck. His cock pressed against her core and she whimpered as she wriggled against him, trying to push him the hell inside so she could writhe and rub and grind against him, so he could fill her and end her and destroy her.
“Yeah,” she panted. “Please… please, just fucking get inside of me.”
He was right there. Hard as steel. As wet as she was. He was so close. So fucking close. Throbbing in time with her, pulsing, aching, as needy as she was.
And then a violent pounding echoed through the house. It shocked them apart, Shawn cursing as he rolled away. He reached for his clothes, stumbling and dodging and hurrying into them. He somehow managed to make the whole thing look graceful.
It wasn’t the knock that shocked Kayla into action. It was the look on Shawn’s face. She couldn’t even describe that look as anything other than murderous. He picked up her clothes and tossed them at her.
“Get dressed. Stay here. Don’t come out for anything. You understand? If shit gets ugly, you pull that mattress over you and take cover. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
Shaking, Kayla must not have looked convinced because as Shawn was leaving the room, he tossed one last reassurance over his shoulder. “Remember, I always keep my word.”
Chapter 9
SHAWN
He hadn’t left a woman unsatisfied in a long time. God, probably not since he was sixteen and hadn’t yet learned that just getting his dick wet wasn’t all there was to life. After a few trial and errors he finally woke the fuck up and realized that making his partner writhe and scream and clench on his tongue, or on his cock, was so much more satisfying than anything he’d ever experienced before.
He could still taste Kayla’s sweet pussy on his tongue and on his lips as he rammed into his jeans and pulled his shirt on so hard he nearly ripped the damn thing in half. He stalked to the door, his cock so hard and painful in his jeans it felt like it was going
to burst. It would be the first time blowing his load in his pants would actually be a mercy and not an embarrassment.
When he ripped open the door and found Brick standing there, the urge to plant his fist in the middle of the fucker’s face was so great his hand flexed and twitched at his side.
Brick looked him up and down. “What the fuck took you so long to answer? I’ve been standing outside for five fucking minutes.”
“It’s the middle of the night.” Shawn pretended to blink stupidly. “I was sleeping.”
“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the job,” Brick ground out.
“I’m no use to anyone if I’m a sleep deprived zombie. Don’t you know what they say about being tired is worse than being hammered? Let’s see someone handle a gun when they’re fucked up. We both know it doesn’t always end well.”
“Any of us can handle our weapons even pissed or passed out,” Brick shot back. His eyes narrowed as they swept over Shawn.
Shawn shrugged. “Yeah, well, this job’s killing me. There isn’t anything to do here to stay awake. The girl’s a spoiled brat who went to bed right after we got here. The couch got the best of me. No one was getting in here without a fucking grenade and that sure as hell would alert me so I didn’t see the point in not getting an hour or two of sleep.”
Brick rolled his eyes. He stomped forward, slammed the door, and did up all the locks. “Sit the fuck down, Shawn.”
Shawn didn’t like the edge in Brick’s voice. It carried a warning. The guy’s face, as usual, gave nothing away. He was like his name, like talking to a brick fucking wall most of the time, but the thing about him was that he was always listening. He took everything in. He might look like he wasn’t retaining much, but he was like a duck. All calm on the surface, furiously kicking below.
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