Hawk (Sex and Bullets 2)

And then he begins to move.

Chapter Fifteen

Hawk

She ripples around me, rocks on my throbbing dick, and I’m not fucking sure who’s distracting whom anymore. With the painkillers someone thoughtfully placed on the dinner tray, my muscles relaxed from the warm water, and my girl coming all over my cock—just from that, just from the penetration, the feel of my dick inside her—life is really fucking good.

Will get even better when I come. I’ve been hard from the moment she walked into the bathroom, naked and looking sexier than ever, her tits heavy, her nipples taut and dark, the sparse, pale curls between her legs calling me.

And then I got even harder when she started lathering me with the sponge, and then when I did the same to her, well… I grin when I remember how she came from the mere swipe of the sponge over her clit.

She’s hot.

Even hotter now that she’s panting, flushed and bright-eyed as she’s coming down from her high, those amber eyes widening when she discovers I’m still rock hard and buried balls-deep inside her.

I fucking love it. Yeah, babe. We aren’t done here yet.

Not by a mile.

I rock up a little, and she gasps. It’s such a sexy sound. I wanna hear it again. I thrust my hips upward, and holy shit, that feels awesome.

Heat rushes into my balls and tingles start at the base of my spine, telling me I’m closer than I thought. I’m about to burst inside her and hope her contraception method is really effective, since I’m going bareback again—

—and then I remember she can’t have kids, and dammit, that sucks more and more.

Not for me. I like kids, sure, but it’s for her. I’ve seen the sadness in her eyes.

I’ll look into it. I’ll ask specialists. Or maybe she’ll want to adopt a kid.

With me.

The possibilities send another surge of heat into my balls, and my dick twitches, swelling more.

I’ll protect her. I’ll make sure she’s safe. And then I can be with her.

She settles her hands on my shoulders and looks down at me, her tits in my face, too tempting to resist. I lick them, suck on her nipples, first the right one, then the left, and she moans my name. Her head falls back, her long hair dragging in the water, as she starts riding me again.

Holy fuck, this girl.

She likes this as much as I like it. She meets me step for step, thrust for thrust. She gets me.

She wants me.

But is that all she wants from me? My dick deep inside her pussy, my mouth on her tits? Quick, hard fucks in anonymous hotel rooms? She came for me, stayed with me, saved me. That has to count

for something, right? She has to be feeling something for me?

I fucking hate it, hate being so insecure for the first time in my life. I never wondered if a girl cared for me. Never wanted it, and now…

God, now she’s riding me faster, and I lean back, my mouth open on a groan as she grinds her hips and slows down again, the way I like it. She slides one hand behind my head, grabs a fistful of hair and tugs painfully.

I like that, too. The brief moments she takes control of me. She looks at me from hooded eyes, slowing almost to a stop, her lush tits gleaming wet, her rounded hips thrust forward. Pushing down on my shoulders, she lifts herself, pressing her knees into my sides, until only the head of my dick is inside her.

I draw a sharp breath, because it feels… there are no fucking words for this, for what I know is coming, for the moment when… ah fuck yeah, the moment when she starts sinking back down, sucking me back into her wet, tight heat inch by inch, until I lose it.

“Fuck, Layla.” I swear my jaw creaks. I’m gritting my teeth so hard as the orgasm hits me out of nowhere. It hits me so damn hard I swear I see stars, and then my hips rock up, and up, and my cock jerks and I burst into her.

Goddammit. It feels as if my whole body is turning inside out. My spine arches, and my mouth falls open without a sound, and I come and come, my breath stuttering. Pleasure shoots through me, licks at my balls, tightens my stomach muscles, makes me hunch over, each hot spasm in my gut better than the last.