Bitter Sweet Hell (Hell Night 2)

“I’ll be back.”

I watch as he walks out of the room with Piper. My heart begins to pound with anticipation. When he appears back in the doorway, he does that sexy move men do when they reach between their shoulder blades and yanks off their shirt. And holy hell, his chest is a work of art. Tanned skin, hard muscles, and several tattoos. My mouth waters.

“You look like you want to eat me.” He stalks slowly across the room toward me.

“Maybe I do.”

“Not until I’ve had you first,” he growls, coming to a stop in front of me and dropping to his knees. “Lose the bra.”

I reach back and unhook my bra then throw it to the side. He stares up at me, his eyes dark with lust. He grips my hips with firm hands and brings his mouth to my upper stomach. My breath hitches at the first touch of his lips against my skin.

“That feels sooo good,” I moan because I want him to know how good he makes me feel.

His mouth moves south down my stomach, leaving a wet trail behind. He stops at my belly ring long enough to flick it with his tongue.

“This is so sexy,” he remarks huskily.

He looks up at me when he slowly starts pulling down my skirt. As soon as it’s over my hips, he drops his head and kisses each hip bone, across my lower stomach, and over my bare pubic bone.

Feeling his hot breath fanning between my thighs has my legs going weak. I cry out and grip his shoulders to keep from falling when his tongue swipes between my folds. My legs are closed, so he can’t get a good reach, but that’s all taken care of a moment later when he pries them apart, putting one over his shoulder.

I pant and become dizzy when he licks me again, his tongue snaking between the lips of my pussy. One hand digs into my asscheek to hold me steady when I uncontrollably buck my hips forward. The other he uses to tease my opening. The rumble of his growl and the scrape of his gruff against my thighs has my eyes crossing in pleasure. Nothing in my whole life has ever felt so good.

I come undone and fireworks explode behind my closed eyes when his lips attach themselves around my clit and he sucks on the highly sensitive bundle of nerves. I come hard and fast, faster than I ever have before. My legs start to shake and my toes dig into the carpet. All I can do is hold onto his shoulders as I ride the blissful wave of rapture.

I jerk in his hold when he doesn’t release my clit. I’m so sensitive it’s almost painful.

“Oh, God,” I whimper. “Too much.”

“Not enough,” he growls in response, repeating the words he said to me that day in Remi and Trouble’s bathroom.

He continues to lick, suck, and fuck me with his fingers. I want to beg him to stop and beg him to never stop.

When he pulls his head away, I slump down on the bed. My legs feel like jelly and my heart thumps heavily against my ribs. Exhaustion has my eyes drooping, but when I see JW tugging down his pants, fatigue is the last thing on my mind.

I rub my lips together as I stare at his engorged cock. He’s long, thick, and looks painfully hard. The head is a deep red and there’re thick veins running up the sides. A bead of pre-cum hangs from the tip.

I have the sudden urge to suck that drop away and see if I can get him to produce more.

“Another time, baby,” he says, reading my thoughts. “I need your tight pussy wrapped around my cock more than I need your lips around it.”

Damn, I seriously love it when he talks dirty.

“Scoot up,” he says then walks to the nightstand, pulls the drawer out, and retrieves a condom. Again, he does the sexy man move with the condom; ripping it open with his teeth, before sliding it down his shaft. A hiss of air leaves his throat as he does so.

I scoot back, my legs shamelessly falling open and waiting for him. Anticipation has my heart rate speeding up again as he crawls on the bed and settles himself between my legs.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs against my lips. Gripping his cock, he notches the head at my entrance.

“What for?” I frown in confusion.

“Because this is going to be fast and rough. I’ve been on edge for days.”

Before I can respond, he’s sliding in me. His thrust isn’t forceful or fast, just a smooth non-stop glide until he’s all the way in and his balls are resting against my ass. I let out a soft moan at the welcome intrusion. It’s a snug fit, but it’s a good snug fit. One that borders on pain but still feels oh so good.

“Sweet Christ Almighty,” he rasps.

I weave my legs around his waist and lock my feet at the small of his back. He lifts to one elbow and uses his other hand to lift my ass. When he starts moving, his thrusts are steady and long. Like, he pulls all the way out to the tip and slides back in until he’s fully seated. Each time he presses against my pelvis, he hits just the right spot over my clit.