He lifted her, then dragged her back down, hammering into her with long, fast strokes that had her back arching with the sheer pleasure of it. Thinking? Impossible. Up, then down, he worked her on his dick as he thrust inside her. She dragged her hands up his arms, flattening her palms against his cheeks until she felt the rasp of stubble against her skin. The fierce look on his face was an even bigger turn-on. He made her feel as if she was the only woman in the world.
She wanted to remember this moment, to freeze it and tuck it away so she could pull it out later and relive it. This was their first time, a fantasy time she’d stolen, just for her. Whatever happened later, she had these memories of Gray going crazy for her. This was a dream, a wish she hadn’t quite been able to put into words, and now it was a reality.
How did it feel to him? she wondered.
But then he thrust again and she lost her mind in the sensations, lost herself to the delicious push-pull of him moving inside her and opening her up. She groaned. He thrust, two, three, four times, his breathing harsh and controlled, and she could feel the immense power in his body as he held her up, angling her for his next stroke.
“I may not—” She was slow to orgasm. It took her a long time. Plus, she wasn’t a featherweight. How long could he realistically hold her up? “I take a long time to come.”
She waited for Gray to promise she’d come fast because he was that good, but he surprised her again. He nipped her lower lip hard, then laved the small sting.
“We don’t have any time limits. We’re doing this your way, so you come whenever you want or I’m not doing it right.”
Then he slammed his mouth down on hers and kissed her. Hard. This time, she concentrated on him and his tongue, mirroring the push-pull of his cock in her. He devoured her mouth. Licking, sucking, biting. He was everywhere, and for a moment she panicked, not sure she could breathe. Then she found the rhythm, their rhythm, and kissed him back.
* * *
HE NEEDED TO get this right. Had to make it good for her. He knew, without Laney telling him, that she didn’t let go often and so he wasn’t going to screw this up. She’d asked for her fantasy and he’d deliver.
Laney liked things a little rough, so he fisted her hair with his hand, wrapping the silky brown strands around his fingers. She had pretty hair, all tidy and organized like her. He hadn’t ever seen her with her hair down, not unless he got her that way. He didn’t want to hurt her, just make her hot, so he angled her head back with a light yank, and she opened up to him. Her mouth ate his as if she couldn’t get enough, her sexy whimpers getting him off. Her nails pricked his skin and damned if he didn’t enjoy that, too. She’d marked him.
He pushed in hard.
She rewarded him with another husky moan.
He pushed her legs wider apart, forcing her thighs open with his. She was gonna ache in the morning, but she’d told him she liked that. She wanted to know where he’d been, wanted to feel him on every inch of her skin. He could do that, too. Drawing her arms up over her head, he pinned her wrists with one hand. She moaned again and he pulled back, shoving into her until he was buried balls-deep.
“I’m not going slow.”
“Good.” She gasped the word. Another sign he was getting this right.
Give her fair warning. “I’m not done until the only thing you’re screaming is my name.”
“Cocky bastard.” She didn’t sound as if she minded.
He leaned in, pressing her into the wall. “You still want to pretend? Maybe that I’ve got you up against the wall behind the biker bar and we’re doing it hard and quick, because anyone could come walking out. Some guy going for a smoke and he gets an eyeful. You think he’d enjoy watching you?”
Her nails dug deeper, her pussy clenching and squeezing every inch of his dick. He’d give almost anything to be buried in her without the latex, skin to skin.
He wanted to draw this out, to make them both wait to come, because this was their first time and possibly their only. She hadn’t put a time limit on her fantasy, but she was only here on the island for a few days, and he was only here until he’d tagged and bagged Marcos. It didn’t seem like anywhere near enough time, not now that she’d allowed him in.
He pulled out, pushed back in. Four, five, six deep thrusts that buried him all the way and sent her arching up toward him. Cupping her ass, he held her in place as he drove into her. He pounded into her, finding a fast, fierce rhythm that banged her into the wall, sealing them together.
“Keep your hands there,” he growled, releasing her wrists.
Reaching between them, he thrummed her clit. Her sweet spot was hard and bursting beneath his thumb. She chanted his name in his ear, almost loud enough to be heard if anyone walked by. He liked that. He could take her outside, onto the beach maybe, and pound into her. Let her feel the excitement of doing it where someone might catch her in the act.