His decadent mouth slid off the end of my weeping dick at the same time he slid his fingers free and added yet another, the pinch of three shoving deep, adding that sliver of pain that nearly made me come.
“Loc,” he managed to get out, his voice gravelly and low as he eased back and then pushed in again, all the while staring up into my face.
I bucked forward, and he swallowed the head of my cock, catching the precum on his lips before he pulled back and licked it off. When I immediately bore down on his fingers, he nodded slowly, one eyebrow lifting.
“You don’t want to fuck my mouth,” he whispered, watching my face as he eased his fingers from my clasping channel. “That’s not what you want, is it, baby?”
I tried to get anything out, any words at all, but I was locked in a spiral of need.
“Come here,” he ordered, tugging gently, easing me down so I sank slowly to my hands and knees, not caring where I was or what I looked like, safe in the long shadows of the darkening garden with him.
My jeans were shoved down my thighs, and his mouth was between my shoulder blades pressing hot, wet kisses on my skin, the head of his cock notched against my crease as he took tight hold of my hips.
“Wait,” I managed to get out, fighting so hard not to give in, not to give myself over to the joining of flesh I hungered for.
“Why? Why would we do that?” His voice was all serpent in the garden. “I want inside you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life, and I know it’s the same for you.”
“It’s not all I want,” I rasped, breaking open, the shudder rolling through me.
“I didn’t mean it like that,” he soothed, his voice like a caress, filled with so much feeling. “I meant now, this second, it’s what you want, what you need. But beyond that, you have to know…every part of me is yours.”
I couldn’t think, and in that second where I was trying to wrap my brain around any part of Nick Madison wanting me, I instinctively pressed back against him and took the head of his cock inside me.
“You see?” he crooned, licking over the small of my back. “Waiting is not for us; we’re not going to do that, because I see you clearly. You’re so perfect, Loc, and so very mine.”
“Nick––”
“Say yes to me, say it now,” he demanded, pressing in a fraction more as I moaned softly, ready to take all of him. “Right now.”
“Yes,” I mewled, “yes. It doesn’t mean anything. I don’t care. It’s just this.”
“This is everything, and you do care,” he groaned, pushing inside of me, slowly but steadily, opening me, stretching me, filling me up as I dropped my head into the dirt, my hands clenching in the mixture of sand and soil. “Because you’re mine, Locryn Barnes, and your home is with me from now on.”
He stopped, and I had to breathe around the pain because it was like having a baseball bat lodged in my ass, even though I knew that feeling would change in seconds, even without his hand on my cock, slicked with only a trace of lube, because that was part of it for me, that intense, spasming pain for short moments before my muscles loosened enough to make the stroking smooth, the glide over my skin causing me to buck forward into his grip. I loved the grinding ache of being drilled hard, of having someone screw me, and Nick knew, without being told, how to deliver exactly what I craved.
“Please,” I begged him, the crack in my voice of no consideration as he slid deeper, my muscles giving that last bit, sucking him inside so he was buried to the hilt, skin on skin as he tangled his fingers in my hair. “Nick.”
“I could die happy right this second,” he told me, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling, and I lifted up, following his lead until I was braced on my hands again, head up, back bowed, as the long, hard length of him slipped out mere inches only to pound back inside, making me gasp with the fullness.
The withdraw and thrust was repeated, again and again, and my breath was choppy, stuttering as I savored every hammering stroke.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growled, “you feel incredible.”
I was fuzzy, muddled, and we were outside in the now deep blue dark of the garden. That should have mattered, but there were pinpricks of electricity all over my body, and I was too hot, but freezing at the same time.
“You conceal this part of you so well,” he said, his voice cracking, hissing loudly when he eased out again and then plunged deep, licking over my sweat-slicked skin as the rhythm became driving, his skin slapping mine, my muscles so relaxed, allowing for the endless, savage rutting.