Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

He takes my hands, places them as high as they'll go. Presses his hips against mine, his chest against my back, his chin against my ear.

He pins me to the wall until I'm nearly flat. Until there's barely any space between us.

He drives into me. It's hard. Deep.

Fuck. That feels good. Intense. A little painful. But so fucking good.

He does it again.

Again.

My cheek hits the door. Then my forehead. I cushion the impact with my right arm.

I rise to my tiptoes, arch my back as he's driving into me.

His fingers dig into my hip as he groans.

His lips go to my neck. He plants a sucking kiss on my skin. Then it's the scrape of his teeth.

He bites me as he drives into me.

He does it again. Again. Again.

My eyelids flutter together. My hips rock to meet him. My tongue slides over my lips.

"More." I can't believe I'm asking for more. I can't believe how much I need more.

He bites me harder. My flesh stings. Fuck. That hurts. But I need it. I need him marking me.

His nails dig into my skin.

He drives into me with a hard, steady thrust. "Say my name."

It rolls off my lips as a groan.

"Again." He drives harder.

I groan his name again.

Deeper.

Again.

Deeper.

My words are messy mumbles. The world is a messy mumble. Pleasure and pain and need and desire and satisfaction and secrets and honesty all rolled into one.

"Fuck, Iris." He pulls back. Untangles our bodies. Nips at my neck and shoulders.

"Please." I'm achy without him. Empty. "Come inside me. Please."

"You first." He brings his hand between my legs. His thumb brushes my clit.

Fuck, that feels good. But I need him inside me. I shake my head. "Please, Walker. Please." My voice breaks into a whine. "I need you inside me. Please."

His teeth sink into my shoulder.

I take his wrist and place his hand on my hip.