On The Ropes (Tapped Out 3)

ausing the ends of my hair to tickle my neck and arms beyond the straps of my tank. I squeezed my thighs on either side of his hips, hoping he’d get the hint and move things along.

Wait, what? Move what along? He’s the enemy, remember?

The enemy whose mouth was on my neck, sucking so strongly that I was quaking inside, already begging him to fill me up. The way it should be. Always.

He toyed with the bottom of my shirt, almost asking permission. I gave it to him by shoving it up above my swollen, aching breasts and nearly climaxed when he moved his oral attentions to my nipples. Damn, preggo sex was something. I now had nerve endings on top of nerve endings, and it seemed like seventy-percent of them were clustered in my tits.

Then he rubbed a knuckle along the seam of my shorts, and I had to re-evaluate. There were definitely extra nerves down there too. I felt like I was vibrating, so sensitive that even the slight breeze from his mouth over the paths he’d made on my skin nearly sent me into convulsions.

I tried not to gasp, tried not to even breathe. That made the stars pinwheeling behind my closed eyes whirl even harder. I gripped the sides of the sink, on the verge of breaking the porcelain from my desperate effort not to come from damn near no provocation at all.

“On me,” he growled against my neck. He yanked up my hands, slapping them against his chest.

I guess he liked it when I roughed him up during sex. I hoped so, because I had a feeling tonight would be a banner night.

In no time, he’d stripped off my shorts and dropped to his knees. I tried to grunt out a warning that was halfhearted at best. He had no idea what—

His mouth touched me and I shot upright, incapable of dialing back the orgasm that hovered just outside my reach. His lips sealed around my clit and his finger parted my soaked flesh, slipping into me with an ease that might’ve embarrassed me if I hadn’t been so grateful for the friction just where I needed it. It had only been weeks since we’d been together, but God, God, it had been too long. His hands and mouth and cock were all I craved.

Especially now, with a baby inside me.

Not just a baby. A baby we’d made.

One finger turned into two and two became three. And I took them all, flexing wildly against his thrusting hand, scraping my nails through his drenched hair to his scalp. Just when the heat inside me peaked, about to boil over, he stood. Waiting.

I knew what he wanted.

Panting, I undid his jeans and took him out, running my thumb over the fluid beaded at the tip of his erection. All for me. Tasting me was enough to get him this hard, this needy that the touch of my hand had him rocking forward, eager for me to give him the same friction he’d just offered me. I wanted to fall to my knees and get him off that way, but I had to feel him let go inside me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, nearly incoherent as I grasped him in greedy hands. “Gotta have it in me. Please.”

He fisted a handful of my hair and pressed his lips to mine. Not a kiss, but sharing air. Letting me smell and taste what he’d done between my thighs. “Never apologize for giving me this,” he breathed, rubbing the heel of his hand over my pulsing slit. “I’d live in this goddamn beautiful pussy.”

“Please,” I whimpered, not sure how much I could take. I gripped more of his shaft, pulling him toward me, about to put it inside where I was quaking and empty. So empty for so long.

At the last second, I remembered a condom. How we needed one, because he wasn’t supposed to know we didn’t. But when I opened my mouth, his came down hard on mine, clinking teeth in his urgency to get inside. Above the waist and below.

A nudge between my wet lips and he was pushing inside, stretching me open and causing that burn that always came with his invasion. No matter how many times I took him, the first few seconds hurt until the prickle of pain turned into overwhelming warmth.

His mouth gentled on mine and his cock slid deeper, taking the moment from frantic to…necessary.

He was my air, and I couldn’t get enough.

Scooping me against him, he hoisted me up and pressed my back to the door, using the force of his hips to hold me up. He was literally driving me upward, his rough thrusts making my breasts bounce. His damp clothes provided additional friction against my sensitized skin, setting off blasts of heat everywhere they touched. He kissed me with every stroke, his big hands holding me open so he could drag his length over every centimeter of my inner walls. I was already contracting around him, not climaxing but so damn close, when he shifted just enough to rub the base of his dick against my stiff clit.

And I went soaring.

I sank my teeth into the side of his neck like a wild animal, pulling until the bitter tang on my tongue told me I gone too far. But it wasn’t far enough. His cock was still hammering into me, and I couldn’t stop coming. He’d flipped a lever inside me, and my body was primed to respond to his. The roll of his hips prolonged the pleasure-pain and had me writhing as I gushed over him. Helpless to temper my reaction, I gave him everything, exposing myself in every way.

I couldn’t hide from this man. Not anymore.

He reached up to gather my hair in his hand and he tugged my head back, feasting on my neck and the tops of my breasts while his other hand pinned me against the door. It rattled in the hinges as he drove me up again. One orgasm was never enough. I arched into his strokes, squeezing him inside and out, racing my fingers over his muscled biceps. Even beneath his shirt, I knew his body. Knew what ink was where, what muscles would tighten when he was on the edge. How he looked as he was ranging over me, slamming into me again and again.

I broke around him again as he found his own climax, burying his face between my neck and shoulder as his body heaved into mine. Flesh on flesh, the sensation was exquisite. His hot release filled me up like his cock had, adding one more layer to the aftershocks still sparking through me.

Before I’d even recovered, he carted me back to the sink and set me down so carefully, shifting his still-pulsing cock over my sensitive flesh. I moaned and he quieted me with a kiss. A dozen kisses. He ran his hands up my back, comforting me without words.

When he pulled back, my eyes were wet, as wet as his shirt and skin. He’d gotten drenched outside, just so he could bring me a stuffed dog and stuff me with his cock.