Fueling His Hunger (Masters of Adrenaline 2)

A hand spread over her ass, and then he was toying with her anus again, using her arousal against her before she could think to protest. He circled it with a finger slicked in her own lubrication, and didn’t let her garbled protests stop him as he coaxed the tip of his finger into her ass, deeper with her every squirm. A strange sensation, dirty, but so fucking hot. It vibrated gently inside her, and she couldn’t move, just gasping and feeling, afraid to move.

“Play with your clit, princess. Show me how you can come.”

She glanced back at him, and their gazes locked for a long moment.

“You heard me. Do it now.”

Not sure what possessed her, she sucked the tip of her finger into her mouth, making a show of it for him. He watched her through lust-hazed eyes, then blinked a few times, his thrusts becoming erratic as she slid her hand down between her thighs to toy with her clit.

She closed her eyes, letting herself concentrate on the feel of him against her G-spot, on the movement of his finger in her ass, on the slow slide of her slick fingers against her hypersensitive clit. Her orgasm built, the tension in her pussy moving to her ass, thighs, and belly, spreading downward to her calves and feet, until every part of her body was ready, alert and aware, and desperate for release.

Her orgasm stalled on its own once when she panicked, thinking he’d stop her again. This time he didn’t. One thrust led to the next until she teetered on the very brink. It hovered, tightening in her lower belly. Tighter, tighter, until it fucking hurt.

“That’s right. That’s my good girl,” he murmured. “Are you going to come for me?”

She squeezed her eyes shut as she let all of the sensations, the flashes of things he’d done, the anticipation of what he might do later, crowd through her mind. Pinching hard at her clit, she soared over the edge, her body rippling around him, clutching, as her own shrieking sob rang in her ears. Pleasure throbbed through her. Sightless, ears ringing, pussy pulsing, squeezing. She gagged on her tongue. Choked. Screamed in pleasure. He removed his finger from her and wrapped his hands around her hips, pounding into her, jarring against her G-spot.

He grunted, gasped, his cock jerking deep inside her, then the next thing she knew she was on her face with him lying on top of her, hammering into her from behind as though he couldn’t hold back anymore. He covered her with his body, biting the spot between neck and shoulder. She forced her hand between her legs, rubbed at her clit, then wailed in agonized ecstasy as another orgasm flooded through her, him grinding against her ass as she squirmed against her hand. She realized they’d rolled partially off the blanket, and there was grass in her eye, and a sharp twig under one cheek, but she couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Two. What a good girl,” he growled in her ear. “I wish I could make it three, but you’re so tight—so fucking perfect. I can’t stop myself anymore.” A guttural series of swears, whispered harshly in her ear set off a huge aftershock just as his orgasm hit. He fucked her into the ground, mashing her into the dirt, a cruel hand buried as deeply in her hair as his cock was in her throbbing pussy. Overwhelmed by his storm, she lay quietly beneath him, reveling in his every rough thrust, loving that his need for her had become so animalistic and uncontrolled.

When he was finished, he settled on her back, his breaths stirred her hair. Unable to keep it in, she made a sound of contentment. Every inch of her body was sore. She felt abjectly and deliciously used.

Who knew sex could be so hot and dirty? For her, before now it had always been an awkward pawing that led to, at worst, boredom, discomfort, and a faked orgasm, and at best “making love” with a big show of tenderness that felt ridiculous and fake. Acting wasn’t her thing, and having to fake interest in something that all of her friends seemed to find fun didn’t seem fair.

Now she knew what it was supposed to be like. And she desperately wanted more of it.

“Damn,” Luke mumbled. Gradually, he pulled out of her, as though he resented having to do so. As their bodies parted they both gasped. He picked her up and deposited her back onto the blanket, then pulled the other blanket on top of them before tugging her close and burying his face in her hair. “Sorry about that.” He brushed something off the side of her face, then untangled a couple of twigs from her hair. “I got a little carried away. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was busy.” She laughed. He was watch

ing her avidly, as though he was full of energy and she was fabulous and interesting.

“You’re okay?” His lips brushed the side of her face, and she let him lure her into a kiss.

He still tasted like her, but for some reason that didn’t disgust her anymore. What this man could do with his mouth! When he broke the kiss, she stretched languidly.

“I didn’t mean to get so rough with you,” he admitted. “Not the first time, at least.”

“I’m a hell of a lot better than okay.” Unable to resist, she inhaled the masculine scent of him, now mixed with the lingering aftermath of animalistic sex. “As a matter of fact, I’m awesome.”

“Yes,” he said, grinning. “You are.” He kissed her neck, sending new sparks of desire through her belly, but then he stopped and got up from their cocoon. “Back in a sec. I need to clean up.”

Curious and strangely exhilarated, she pulled back the blanket and inspected herself in the firelight, expecting to find bruises. There were too many shadows to see details. She struggled to her feet to move closer to the fire, but her legs shook too hard, so she gave up and curled up on the blanket again.

Mind-blowing. That’s what it had been. She’d never done anything this crazy before, and she loved every fucking second of it. She could only imagine the whispers behind her back if some of her acquaintances caught wind of what she’d let Luke do to her—let alone that she’d had sex with someone with a Mohawk and tattoos and those sexy nipple rings of his.

Well, shit. She hadn’t even gotten a chance to play with those. Too bad cuddling time was over already. He didn’t seem like the type who wanted to snuggle in bed all day, so she’d been lucky to get any at all.

He was beside her again before she heard him approach. Surprisingly, he crawled right back under the blanket with her, then pulled her into the crook of one of those muscular arms, urging her to pillow her head on his chest. She did, and found one of his sexy nipple rings right in front of her nose. She flicked it with her tongue, and he shuddered.

“Watch yourself, woman.”

“Whaaat?” she asked innocently. “You have shiny things dangling from your nipples. You can’t blame me for wanting to play with them.”

“If you’re not careful I’m going to fuck you again.”

“Would you shove me facedown in the dirt again?” she asked sweetly.