Badly Behaved

I bring myself closer, the proof of my excitement coating his fingers, my breaths just as shallow as his own.

His eyes peel open, the hand on Beretta’s chest prying itself free, and coming down on my ass. He squeezes, and suddenly Beretta’s hand between our bodies is too much for him, for me.

Beretta senses it’s time.

He yanks his away, and in the same second, I’m lifted off my feet, spun and set on the edge of the pool table.

My feet lock around his hips and he grips my face.

His eyes are hard, almost angry, and his nostrils flare wildly.

He growls, his lips curling, and then his mouth smashes into mine.

It’s hard and demanding and I’m gasping, but he doesn’t let me breathe, he takes all I have and gives me all he can.

His tongue is raring, fighting to memorize my every taste, every swipe more purposeful, more controlled.

Just... more by every sense of the word.

My body is the one vibrating now and from nothing but his kiss.

But it’s not just his kiss.

It’s the way the sun beams off the side of his face, the cuts in his forehead, and harsh lines along his brows. It’s the way he takes what he wants and with pride, with desire.

Desperation.

Our eyes seem to open at the same time and still he doesn’t tear away.

He grips me harder, staring into my eyes as his darken before me, a majestic, mayhem blue.

He stares like I’m not real, as if I’m not naked and latched to him, as if he doesn’t believe he’s the one holding on to me. Kissing me, though his mouth hasn’t stopped moving, but his lips stay pressed on mine.

We pant, drawing in short spurts of air through the tiny space our lips leave room for.

He kicks his shoes off, rips his belt open and allows his pants to fall open slightly. He tears his shirt over his head and my hands waste not a second, exploring his naked skin once again, and while his muscles flex, he doesn’t pull away.

He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs my head to the side, kissing and flicking his tongue along and over me, and then he’s lifting me again, curving us around the table vertically, and the moment he sets me down, his fingers are inside my pussy.

A long, husky moan pushes past my lips and he groans, pressing his cock into my inner thigh.

I reach down, freeing him from his boxers and he locks up on me. Everything in him tenses, and he grips my wrist as I wrap my fingers around his thickness, but then his forehead falls to my shoulder, and my free hand sinks into his hair.

It’s okay, Ransom...

I pull and he growls, shifting and biting at my lip.

Slowly, I pump him a little faster when his muscles loosen in response, readying him for more.

His pants are kicked to the side, boxers with them, and I’m scooted to the edge of the table, his cock aligned with my entrance, one of his strong hands on my hips, the other making its way up my spine until he’s casing my neck in his palm.

He’s ready, the head of his cock applying pressure at my entrance, flexing with eagerness and with one more small tug of his hair, he pushes the tip inside.

I beg for more, lifting my hips, but he holds me still, and my entire body breaks out in chills when the corner of his mouth curves up.

He gives me his wicked smirk and an airy chuckle leaves me.

My god, look at him.

He’s rugged perfection.

He licks his lips, glides his along mine and pulls back again.

“I’m gonna show you something,” he rasps, his hold on me tightening. “You’re going to like it, but you’ll never see it again,” he promises, lowering his chin.

My core twists in eagerness, and I hastily nod. Upon my answer to his implied question, I’m torturously rewarded with another inch of him.

My body clenches around him, pleading, and that grin of his deepens.

He dips in, keeping his body close to mine as he begins to lay me all the way back. “Close your eyes, baby, and when you feel my teeth... open.”

I swallow, proof of my pleasure coating his cock as I do what he asks, and he moans as if he can feel it, what he does to me.

My skin meets the soft felt of the table, my shoulders level with its edge, my head completely off and hanging upside down. He dips his hands in my hair, tugs with a slight groan, and then releases it, allowing it to fall, the ends likely teasing at the floor beneath.

The heat of his body hovers above me, and my nipples ache to be touched. My hands lift, gliding across them, and I grin at his sharp intake of breath.