Edison (The Henchmen MC 10)

That was it.

That had to be it.

I would make sure of it.

Edison's arm went right around the back of my shoulders, crushing my body to his, making my breasts flatten to the solid wall of his chest, my desire-hardened nipples pressing tightly into him, making another growl escape him.

His other arm rose, the hand grabbing the back of my neck, keeping my face close to his as he deepened the kiss, bruising his lips into mine, his beard burning across my cheeks and chin, the rough scrape sending a surge of desire between my legs, making my thighs tighten to the side of his body.

An almost pained whimper escaped me, allowing my lips to part just enough for his tongue to move inside and claim mine.

I felt that way too, claimed.

It wasn't a sensation I could say I was overly familiar with, maybe one I had not ever felt at all before. But I did right then. I felt like Edison very much owned the sensations moving through me, was completely in control of my needs and desires.

His teeth snagged my lower lip, making my hips buck against the thick material of his jeans that was doing not a thing to mask the raging hardness of his cock.

My pussy slid against it as I jerked, allowing the thick head to press into my clit, making some gasping moan hybrid I hadn't ever heard before escape me.

At the sound, Edison's head pulled back, his heavy eyes watching my face that felt warm, overheated actually, and must have been flushed. I felt that all over, the slow heat spreading over my chest, stomach, thighs, until my whole body felt hot, way too hot, my clothes scratchy and oppressive against the overly sensitive skin.

Edison's arm slid higher, moving to rest just below my shoulder blades as he started bending forward, forcing me to simultaneously bend backward until my back was resting on the firm lines of his thighs, my hands gripped a bit too tightly into the sleeves of his tee before I could wrap my legs to anchor myself, even if my brain knew Edison wouldn't let me fall, that his reflexes were some of the fastest I had ever seen.

As soon as I was flat, his hands moved from around me, going to the hem of my shirt, slowly dragging it upward, the cool air in my apartment making the skin goosebump as it got exposed.

My nipples tweaked harder under the thin material of my tee. The scrape of it against the tightened peaks made my pussy clench hard just before I felt his fingertips stroke the undersides of my breasts before the material was pulled up and bunched near my collarbones.

"Fuck, Lenny," he growled, eyes devouring me like I was a feast amid a famine, like my barely-there breasts were somehow the best he had ever seen.

It shouldn't have, because male validation had never been something I had needed, but it totally did make a warm, liquid sensation move through my chest and belly, clearly enjoying the approval he offered.

But then all thoughts seemed to go flying out my ears when suddenly he was leaning over me, his beard tickling over my skin as his lips sucked in one of my nipples, pulling it into a tighter bud, making a surge of desire shoot from the contact and deep inside, a firm, unyielding pressure that needed release.

My back arched, pressing my breasts closer, begging for more.

His free hand moved up, stroking softly over my other breasts for a second before grabbing the nipple and rolling it, making another deep moan escape me as my hands stopped clutching and started exploring as much as the position would allow. Over the coiled muscles of his biceps, the vein that ran up the side of his forearm, then back up, lost for anywhere new to touch until I could move closer again. I was in no rush to do that, though, as his mouth shifted to take my other nipple in, sucking hard, making another surge of wet dampen my already soaked panties.

"Edison," my voice begged, needing more.

He lavished over my nipple with his tongue for another long moment before pulling up, reaching behind me to pull me to his chest again, snagging my shirt, then discarding it to some corner.

My greedy hands went for his as well, practically clawing at him in my desperation to feel his skin on mine.

A growling chuckle escaped him when I finally threw the material to the side, and let out some weird whimpering moan thing as my eyes moved over the strong lines of his chest, the indents to his abs, the trail leading somewhere that I really wanted to get better acquainted with.

But then he was yanking me forward, taking my lips again, crushing my much softer chest to his firm one, his chest hair tickling over the sensitive buds.