Cruel Intoxication (Underground Kings 4)

“To have sex with someone I love.” Jolie presses a kiss to the side of my neck, against my pulsating jugular vein, and the feathered touch sends me over the edge.

“Jolie,” I moan, flexing my hips in rhythm with every spurt of come that leaves me. I paint her belly, and she continues to stroke me slowly as I come down from my orgasm.

“Owen.” My name on her lips has me grabbing the sides of her face and slamming my mouth against her in a heated, uncoordinated kiss. It’s messy. Teeth clank together, and her hand lets go of my still very hard cock. Her arms wrap around my waist, and my hands slide down her shoulders, and I steal a quick squeeze of her tits, breaking the kiss with how good they feel.

She whimpers in return, and I reach around her to turn off the water. If we are doing this, I’m not going to have sex with her for the first time in the damn shower. Shower sex is not what people make it out to be. It’s awkward, feet slip, accidents happen,

“What are you doing?” she asks, wondering why I’m shutting off the water. “I thought—”

“You thought right. I’m taking you to bed, babe.” I lift her into my arms, and this time I do look my fill of her body. Her breasts are perfection, and the nipples are tightened to peaks, red like maraschino cherries. Her stomach is flat, and there is a brown tuft of hair above her pussy. She looks so different than the first time I saw her. Her skin glows, her hair is shiny, and her body has filled out to where her hips aren’t showing and pointing out of her sides.

The air is cold as it wraps around our bodies, but it doesn’t ease the wildfire burning through my veins for her. Laying her on the bed, her arms stretch above her head, and I straighten to full height. I skim the pads of my fingers down her neck, to her chest, and trace the quarter-size nipples. Her stomach rises and falls with every inhale her lungs take. Her ribs show, and I take the time to trace them too.

I dip down and swirl my finger around her navel, then hold my breath as I decide to travel lower. My throat is dry as I brush through her soft hair leading to her pussy. She lifts her hips and whimpers. I jerk my hand away, thinking I took it too far when she grabs my hand again and shoves it between her legs.

“Don’t stop. You’re touch feels so good,” she says.

“You sure?” I hate how uncertain I sound, but I don’t want her having a flashback. Maybe I’m being a little annoying about it, but I was serious when I said no pressure.

She nods, and my knees hit the edge of the bed, and my eyes linger on the art laid out on the bed. She’s a feast.

I rub her clit and watch her face for any sign of distress, and her back bows. A noise of pleasure hums in the back of her throat, and I take that as a go ahead for me to do whatever the hell I want.

I bend down and suck her nipple into my mouth while circling her swollen bundle of nerves between her legs.

“Owen! Yes, more, Owen,” she says breathlessly, spreading her legs wider.

I slip between the space she’s provided for me. I lay down, continuing to pay attention to her pink clit and with my free hand, I part her folds and growl when I see how wet she is. “Look at you, baby. You’re soaked for me.”

“I want you, Owen. Show me. Show me, please,” she says desperately.

I press a kiss against her sheath and moan when her flavor invades my mouth. It unleashes the rest of the restraint I have on myself, and I plunge my tongue in her depths. Her nectar gathers over my taste buds, and I dig my fingers into her skin, trying to pull her harder against my face. I rut my hips onto the mattress for much needed friction. My eyes lift to hers, and I see her tossing her head back, thrashing, body shaking. There are no signs of her regretting this.

“Oh god, Owen. I’m going to … I’m… I’m…” Her voice gets higher as she tries to speak, but she can’t get the words out before she’s coming, gushing sweet honey into my mouth. “Yes! Owen!” She buries her hands in my hair and tugs, riding my face so my nose slides over her clit.

When she’s done, I lift my face from her pussy and lick my lips. Her chest has a sheen of sweat across it, and she’s struggling to breathe.

“Wow,” she says.

“More?” I ask, kissing the inside of her thigh.

“Much more. Please more.” She giggles, sounding high. Her arms stretch above her head, and a happy smile stretches across her face. “Never stop.”

I kiss my way up her body, licking the bead peaking her breasts before sucking on her neck until I leave a mark. “I’ll only ever stop when you tell me to,” I say, licking the flesh of her neck. Her fingers tightens along my shoulders, and her nails scratch down my back.

“I never want you to stop loving me,” she admits on a trembling breath.

“Oh, Jolie,” I mumble, kissing across her fragile jawline. “That’s impossible.” My cock settles between her legs, and her wet heat drips along me, and I hold back from sliding inside what’s mine.

“Fuck me,” she says, strained.

“No.”

“No? Owen—”

“I’m going to make love to you, Jolie. Just love.”

“Just love.” She smiles with watery eyes, pulling my head closer so she can kiss me.