Hooked by Love (Bellevue Bullies 3)

“Lift your arms,” he demands and I do as his says, my shirt and bra joining my jeans somewhere on his floor. When his chest presses to mine, the feel of heat on top of heat, I gasp, my fingers weaving into his hair as our hearts pound into each other. His fingers bite into the middle of my back, his kisses becoming more urgent as he slides his cock up and down my needy center. Breathing hard, I take ahold of his cock, teasing my clit with it as he gasps against my mouth. I want him inside me—now—and I reach for the package he holds. I guess he has other ideas, because before I can get the condom, he is moving.

Pushing my leg back, he holds it with his left hand as his right hand opens me up to him. He then drops his mouth to my center, dipping his tongue inside me and along me, causing me to cry out deep from my soul. My voice is hoarse, and my body is trembling and shaking with each pass of his tongue along my tight clit. I try to drop my legs but it’s useless; he’

s too strong and smiles at my attempts.

“Stop,” he demands, his fingers digging harder into my thighs.

“I can’t,” I breathe and his chuckles run up my spine.

“Yes, you can,” he strains, his voice hot against my center, leaving me breathless. But then he lets go of my leg to open me more, and I can only grip the springs of the trampoline for support as he takes me whole into his mouth. My entire pussy is under the control of his mouth. He’s tonguing my clit as his hands hold on to my thighs, causing me to thrash underneath him as my eyes squeeze shut. I’m feeling things I’ve never felt a day in my life.

Gasping out, I clutch the springs, my biceps straining as my back arches before he pulls away, kissing my lips before opening me once more. I can’t hold it in and I start to scream as he gives attention to nothing but my clit. It doesn’t take long. I mean, how could I even try to last with the assault he is causing? And soon, I’m screaming louder, his name echoing through the room as I come apart. But he isn’t done. Still licking along my lips, his finger dances across my pulsating clit, causing me to jerk and thrash from the intense pleasure he has given me.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs against my pussy, but all I can do is pull in deep breaths, my body trembling beneath his talented mouth. “I want more.”

“Take it,” I gasp, the challenge in my voice.

“Oh, I am.” There is nothing but conviction and promise in his voice, and I’m unable to move or to process what he has done to me. I gasp for breath as sweat drips down the side of my face and along my jaw. Inhaling a big breath, I hear the tearing of a package and the hiss of his breath as he rolls the condom down his length. I’m scared for maybe two seconds as he moves between my legs. His gaze is predatory as he holds his cock in his big hand. I worry about his size, but then…I need it. I need him.

As he moves, his other hand is jerky as he pushes my legs back, his mouth hungry against my jaw, and he brings his tip to my entrance. He runs his tongue along my jaw before taking my mouth with his. I’m completely spent, hanging in the abyss, unsure how much more I can take. I move my hand up his back to his jaw, holding him as he kisses me in a way that curls my toes. My mind is still reeling from the way his mouth devoured me, and I legitimately cannot remember the last time I was eaten out. I sure as hell know that anyone after this will never be able to hold a candle to the mouth belonging to Jace Sinclair.

But if I thought his mouth was magic, nothing can compare to how it feels when his cock enters me. Holding my breath, I clutch on to his shoulders as he disappears, ever so slowly, inch by inch, inside me. It isn’t an easy fit; he is big, huge even, and I’m not. It sort of hurts, but I like the pain. Welcome it, need it. Even with the tight fit, he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans against my jaw as he continues to push inside me. “So hot.”

“Yeah,” I gasp, my fingers biting into his back as he fills me to the hilt. When he pushes my other leg up, his fingers dig into my skin as he moves out of me and then back in. Each thrust a little harder, a little more uncontrolled, but all completely Jace. I don’t know him that well, but I’m sure no man has sex like this but him. He’s a no-holds-barred kind of guy, jump in now, think later, and I can’t get enough of it. I may be on the crazy side for allowing this to happen, but I know I had to. I had to let myself enjoy this man, and I don’t regret it at all.

I can tell that no man will ever hold me or look into my eyes the way he is. In the dark, the light from the strobe lights outside flash onto his face. Each time, his green eyes are on me, drinking me in, and I swear it’s as if he is worshiping me. His body moves into me with ease, his chest hard against mine, and I know I’ve never experienced this kind of bliss. I’ve never connected with another guy like this in bed and it scares me.

Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply, pushing aside those crazy thoughts, because that’s not what I want. I want this—uncontrolled, fun sex—but then he is pressing his nose to mine, and I have no choice but to look deep into his eyes. What I see leaves me breathless. I swear this dude is no player. I had him pegged all wrong and I’m thankful for that, but that only freaks me out more.

Why do I care that he isn’t a player?

That means nothing to me.

He means nothing to me.

But somewhere deep inside of me, I know I’m wrong.

Squeezing my legs, he stills inside of me, his breath rough against my lips before he utters my name. “Avery.”

Just my name, but it’s said with such power, such beauty. His weight then falls on me, squishing the living hell out of me, but I don’t dare move him. I wrap my legs around his waist so he slides deeper inside of me, and my arms hang firmly around his neck as his cock pulsates inside of me. Closing my eyes tightly, I lean my forehead to his before his mouth finds mine, kissing me long and hard, our bodies becoming one. The air around us, I swear, is crackling. I don’t hear anything but the crackle and my own heart, in cadence with his. It’s like a song. A song I’ve sung millions of times. That’s what this is like.

It’s familiar.

Perfect.

And scary as fuck.

I’ve never cuddled.

Are we even cuddling?

Maybe we aren’t.

I’m not sure.

But my leg is across his legs, one arm across his chest, while my other is tucked in between us. My head is in the crook of his armpit, and his hand is lazily running along my hip.