Fast & Hard (The Fast 1)

“Lennox,” I warn and take a step backward, calculating how far I need to make it back into the bathroom, if I can beat him. I take half a step and then make a break for it. I don’t even get two steps before his arms loop around me, I’m flipped around, and tossed over his shoulder.

“Oh my god, you absolute caveman,” I scream and wiggle.

“Scream all ya’ want, love, just gets me harder.” He slaps my ass so hard I let out another shriek.

I’m carried through the suite’s living room and he throws me on the bed, sending me flying with a bounce on the firm mattress. I’ve never seen his eyes so vivid green, so intense. I am the prey and he is the predator, except I want to be eaten, I want him to tear at my flesh and open my soul open. He stands, gaze never leaving mine as I prop myself up on my elbows and he makes his way to a small overnight bag nearby, fishes out a new box of condoms and tosses them on the bed.

“A whole box, oh my,” I watch him and start seductively unbuttoning his shirt that I’m wearing. Lennox is at the foot of the bed watching, chest heaving, nostrils flaring. He approaches and takes my foot, pulling me to the end of the bed in a swift tug. His lips press to the arch of my foot, my ankle, up my calf, and he licks a sweet trail behind my knee before dropping my leg back to the bed. He does the same to my second leg and my breathing is already picking up, my pulse racing.

My second leg falls to the sheets and he kneels onto the bed between me, fists my half-open shirt, and rips it the rest of the way, buttons ruined and popping off. He’s so toned and muscular I can see every tiny movement he makes reflected in each sinew and tendon flexing. His sculpted abs are tight and the outline of his hardness is pushing up to the low waistband of his briefs.

He inches forward and shoves the tattered shirt off my shoulders leaving me completely bare before him. I’ve always been the one in control, the aggressor between the sheets, but right now I find myself completely at his mercy. I want to give myself over to him, for him to take what he wants from me. And it’s making me so wet for him.

Holy fuck this is hot. How is he so sexy?

Lennox growls at the sight of me so exposed and vulnerable and spreads my legs in his strong arms, holding my knees open and silently taking in the sight before him. He bends and begins licking his way up from my knee, along my inner thigh and traces his lips along the outside of my freshly waxe

d folds. He barely makes contact with a feather-soft kiss on my mound and I gasp and push myself toward him. But he retreats and works his way down again, trailing his tongue up my other thigh before landing back at my center when he licks me with a touch so light it’s barely a breath.

“Lennox” I hiss and push at him again, so desperate for pressure or friction.

My fingers running through his thick hair, I clutch a handful and try to pull him to me. I need his mouth on me, I need his tongue dancing with mine. I need the taste that is so uniquely Lennox. I fall back onto the pillows when he allows himself to be pulled up and he covers me with his body weight, hands and mouth on my breasts. He’s sucking to leave marks and god, I want him to. I want his claim branded on me. He circles my nipple with his tongue, then caresses the peak and bites before he takes it between his lips again and smothers it in the heat of his mouth.

Kneading my other breast, he brings his legs up to kneel over me, grips my jaw and finally his tongue meets mine. A faint whisper of last night’s scotch melds into my palate. I gasp for air between the assault of our mouths and feel so powerless beneath him, merciless to this dominance and it’s the most liberating feeling I’ve ever known. I want to let go, forget, give in to him completely. His thick cock is pushing into me and I reach for his waist to push his briefs down but he captures my hands and pins them beside my neck.

“Hands above your head,” he commands and for the first time, I don’t argue. I obey, watching him in a trance and gripping the pillow beneath my head.

Take me, I won’t fight.

Sliding down my body, his tongue leaves a trail of heat across my collarbone, the valley of my breasts, the sensitive skin of my midsection. My lungs are on fire and I’m trembling with need, the games we’ve been playing for weeks are long gone. I’m ready to beg if need be. He can win, he can have me.

“Fucking beautiful” Lennox groans, taking in the full naked length of me before him. “Spread your legs.” His voice is so low and gruff, his accent even thicker than normal.

I separate my legs, but he clasps my knees and spreads them further himself before easing himself down with his shoulders between my thighs. He runs his tongue along the outside of my pussy and then makes a long swipe of his tongue from my clit to my opening and I cry out for him. I push up to make more contact but he spreads a hand across my belly and holds me down. His mouth covers my pussy and he’s lapping and winding his tongue across every millimeter, through every ridge and valley.

“Oh my god, Lennox…”

“Wider,” he tells me, sucking my clit, and I try to open my legs more but they’re shaking and trembling and I am not in control of myself. “Fucking wider” he grunts and pins my knees to my side and darts his tongue all the way inside me like a dagger.

Writhing and bucking, I clutch his head, running my fingers into his hair and taking hold for dear life.

“Hands above your head or I’ll stop” he lifts an inch and I can feel his warm breath on my core, sending shivers across my abdomen.

I put my hands back up because I will die if he stops. The world will stop spinning and the trapped energy inside me will implode. “Lennox, please.”

“Please what?”

“Please don’t stop!”

“Payback, Mallory.” There’s no humor or teasing in his inflection and I’m praying he isn’t really going to deny me. When I manage to lift my hips high enough to reach his lips he takes mercy and he pulls my clit into his mouth.

A rough finger slides into me and the sensation of his warm skin gliding in and out, curving upward and massaging me, ignites a fever across my skin starting in the soles of my feet and racing upward. He adds a second finger and I’m so close. My thighs are tense and shaking, I can feel them trembling against his shoulders.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes,” I pant.

His fingers stall, dragging so slow I can feel every bit of friction. His tongue flattens against me, deliberately languid and torturous when I was so close. “Goddamnit, Lennox,” I whine and try to buck against him but it’s no use against his shoulders. I can feel his lips smile against my center.

“More?” He asks sarcastically, licking up the moisture seeping out of me with leisure.