Scars (Going All the Way 3)

She lifted up and looked down at his face.

“No,” she said softly and lowered her gaze to his mouth. He cupped her cheek, and she leaned into his touch, closing her eyes, breathing out as calmness surrounded her. He saw the glazed look in her eyes, the way her lips parted, her breathing changing.

She needed him and he needed her.

He rose up and slid his hand to her nape, pulling her in close so he could latch his lips onto hers. Her mouth was hot and sweeter than anything he’d ever tasted. He swept his tongue into the wet cavern and stroked it along hers, eliciting a moan from her. Sliding his hands over her back, he gripped her ass and brought her closer to him until she now straddled his waist. He had his back to the headboard, his hands on her body, his lips on hers.

Scars was in fucking heaven.

“I need this. I need you,” she whispered. “I need you to help replace that memory, the memories of him, with ones of you.”

He groaned and kissed her harder.

She shifted on his lap, grinding herself on him. His cock jerked at the feel of her softness. Her hands slid up his chest and wound their way around his neck. She was as close to him as two people could get, yet it wasn’t enough.

He grunted, and she gasped.

“Are you sure?” Breaking the kiss was hard as fuck, but he wanted to make sure.

“I need comfort. I need you.”

He kissed and nipped along her jaw and groaned when she tilted her neck to give him better access. A gasp left her when he ran his tongue along her throat.

Her nails dug into the back of his neck, and he relished the sting it caused. Scars ran his tongue the rest of the way up her neck and to her mouth. He let his hands slide over her waist to the front of her jeans. He gave her a moment to stop him, but she didn’t. In fact, she lifted her hips closer.

He ran his tongue around her pulse point. “I’m going to take good care of you. I'm always going to take care of you, Hannah.”

He tried to keep his touch soft, to make this all about her. She needed this, a distraction, a way out of her head.

She just wanted to feel.

And he’d give that to her and more. Whenever she needed it. Whatever she needed from him was hers.

She removed her shirt then her bra, and after shifting slightly, her pants and panties were off. Now she sat naked on top of him, the scent of her arousal coating the air and making him hungry.

He started running his fingers along her arms and softened his gaze, showed her he could be gentle, but only with her.

“I need it fast. I need rough. I need it raw and uninhibited, Scars.”

He swallowed audibly and nodded slowly.

She wanted to forget, to be somewhere else, and he’d damn well make sure she got there, to oblivion.

He wanted her to know he’d give her the world.19She could see the change in his eyes after she told him how she wanted it. And Hannah knew he wouldn’t let her down. He’d make her mindless, and right now, that's what she wanted… with him.

His mouth found her neck, and then he skimmed his lips down her shoulder. He cupped one of her breasts, his thumb moving back and forth over her peaked tip. She tilted her head back and sighed as his touch inflamed her instantly.

“How’s that feel, baby?”

“Yes” was all she could say.

The feel of his thumb and forefinger tweaking her nipple sent sparks of pleasure straight to her core. Hannah found herself slightly rocking on him, back and forth, her pussy so wet, the denim of his jeans in the way. He must have read her mind, or needed this too, because a second later, he was working the button and zipper free on his jeans and pulled his cock out through the open fly.

The fact that he didn't bother removing his pants for this turned Hannah on even more.

He kept one hand between them, and it found its way between her thighs. At the first touch of his thumb to her clit, Hannah cried out, long and hard, her head becoming dizzy from the sensations. It was just a small touch, but with her arousal for Scars so monumental, that’s all it took for her to nearly go over the edge.

He rubbed the digit over her clit, over and over again, slow and easy, teasing and tormenting her until she bit her lip hard enough that she tasted blood. She could have come from this alone, and would if he it kept up.

She looked into his face, and a low, needy sound left her at what she saw.