Screwed In Sin City

I’m already moving within her, unable to stop myself. I need to feel her walls clench around me, need her to feel how fucking hard she makes me. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

It’s a question she’s not meant to answer, and I crash my mouth down onto hers again, invading it with my tongue.

Each thrust into her elicits a muffled whimper from her, and each sound only urges me on, diving deeper into her each time. Josie’s hands clutch my hips as she lifts her own to meet mine, guiding me and pushing me closer, deeper...faster. She wants me, all of me, taking up all of her.

“Fuck,” I whisper hoarsely, not even realizing the word has crossed my lips until it’s out. I can feel my body tensing, the tightness of my muscles clenching violently as my release builds. I’m lost within her, against her, and can roll my hips faster in hopes that she can feel how fucking completely she owns me.

Josie nips at the base of my ear, just before her hot, damp breath instructs, “Come for me, baby.”

It’s like a switch is flipped, and the sensual seduction of her words has me careening over the edge into oblivion, thrusting into her wildly, giving her everything that’s been built up inside of me for the past three weeks.

I can feel her body clenching in response, her walls constricting tightly around my cock. Her fingernails are dug into my lower back so deep that I hiss at the slice of pain it causes, but I don’t relent. “Josie—”

I don’t even get the demand out before she cries out my name, exploding beneath me with wave upon wave of her release, each taut muscle within her clenching and tightening until neither of us can move.

I can barely hold myself up, using my last ounce of energy to push myself over to Josie’s side, planting a trail of tender kisses along her jaw and temple before I tuck my face into the side of her neck, nuzzling against her. “I told you I missed you,” I chuckle breathlessly against her skin.

I feel her laughter before I hear it. “Hmm, I’m not sure I could tell,” she teases.

“Give me half an hour, baby, and you’re going to be wishing you didn’t say that.”

“Threatening me?” She turns onto her side, facing me. The glint in her eye is evident, even in the darkness of the room.

“Oh, believe me, that’s a promise.” I lean forward and kiss her gently.

“What’d you want to talk about?”

“Christ, I’m really going to have to work on fucking you senseless,” I grin.

She laughs again. “You can’t offer yourself up every time you want to avoid talking to me about something,” she says, smiling.

“Maybe not, but I’ll damn well try.” I reach up between us, letting my thumb trace along her bottom lip. “I’m not trying to avoid talking to you, either. I just…”

“Prefer sex over talking?” she offers.

“God, I knew I loved you for a reason.” I’m still grinning like a fool as I pull her closer to me.

“Tell me,” she chuckles. “Enough stalling.”

I lock eyes with her. “I didn’t renew my contract with Thunder And Lightning.”

She doesn’t move, but her eyes widen. “You’re quitting the show? But you love it.”

“I did,” I agree. “But I found a better escape from the world that I love more.” I replace my thumb on her lips with my mouth, kissing her with as much passion as my exhausted body can muster. “You.”

She’s quiet for a long moment, but then a faint mischievous grin tugs at the corner of her lips. “What, no more public lewdness? What about your adoring fans? Don’t tell me, you don’t want to walk on the wild side anymore?” She’s teasing me, but her words are softly spoken.

I kiss her again, my lips conveying the same gentleness. “You’re my wild side now,” I tell her, and it’s just as much a confession as it is a promise.

Her eyes sparkle, searching mine as her teeth bite down on her bottom lip. “I like the sound of that,” she breathes out against the tender skin of my lips. “I could really get used to this, you know.”

“Good,” I say, beaming. “Because I have every intention of proving it for a long time to come.”

“Why, Derek Christian, that sounds like a threat, too.” She’s biting back laughter.

I adore hearing my full name on her pouty lips. For the longest time, she didn’t even know my last name, now one day I hope she’ll take it as her own. “No threats,” I whisper, grinning faintly. “Just promises, Josie. And you know me—I’ll keep every damn one of them.”

Thank you