Prisoned - Marni Mann Page 0,31
the desire in me and would give me that kiss I wanted?
He carried his clothes over and dropped them on the floor on top of mine. I slid forward under the blanket, so he would have enough room to move in behind me. And he did, sending me a rush of air filled with his scent, and his skin pressed against mine, making me even hotter than I already was.
Kyle.
I tried not to moan as he breathed into the back of my neck. His breath trickled lower and lower, my bare flesh covered in goose bumps.
“You’re wiggling.”
I finally felt his lips. They were pressed between my shoulder blades.
“Every time you wiggle, you grind your ass against my dick.”
“I can’t…help it.”
“You’re making it difficult to take things slowly.”
His words vibrated across my skin, causing my hips to buck forward and back.
“Jesus, Kyle.”
Slow was my past. Slow wasn’t what I wanted anymore. He had to know that. He had to feel it. He had to be able to put all of this in the back of his mind—the painfully hard floor, the dirt and rust, the fact that we were prisoned—and just focus on what was happening between us in this moment.
“Touch me,” I begged.
His hand spread over my navel, gently running up my side and down my thigh.
Kyle.
“Garin…”
“That was the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.”
“I’m trying to be quiet, but”—I gasped as he moved around my arm and squeezed my nipple—“it feels too good.”
His teeth grazed the outside of my ear as he pinched harder, the tip of his cock rubbing between my ass cheeks. Something had changed in him. The hunger, the starvation, the need that pulsed through me, I now felt in him, too. But it was stronger, more powerful, than I’d ever felt from a man before.
“We’re surrounded by cement walls and steel bars, so no one can hear you,” he hissed. “Show me how long you’ve wanted this.”
He was still pinching my nipples, still pushing the head of his hard cock into my cheeks, still nibbling the outside of my ear, and I was overwhelmed with how good it all felt. Moans—that was all my mouth could produce. They came out with every breath. It only took a few breaths before his hand moved down to my pussy.
Kyle.
“Garin, this is—”
“What you need. What we both need.”
He slid between my lips and gently rubbed my clit. I didn’t expect it to feel this good. He was only using his finger, nothing else. But those expert hands knew just how to touch me, how to bring the most intense sensations to the surface.
And they were there…already so close.
His middle finger wandered down through my wetness and into my hole.
“Yes,” I moaned.
Kyle.
Long, deep shuddering breaths came through my mouth while he added a second finger inside me.
I reached for his hair and used it to pull his face even closer to my neck. “Give me more of you, Garin.”
When I felt his teeth, I tugged harder. They were biting the bottom of my earlobe. Just when it felt like he was going to tear through my flesh, he licked it, soothing it with his tongue.
Stop fighting it.
“Give me what I want first.”
“What”—I panted—“do you want?”
“I want your pussy squeezing my fucking fingers as you come on them, and I want your body shaking so hard from it that your ass pinches the tip of my dick.”
I was there before he had even requested it.
But the build had already passed. I was at the peak now, holding on to the pleasure, trying to control it from leaving my body. I wanted to stay at the top. I wanted to wrap myself in this feeling of bliss and warmth and euphoria because I didn’t know if I’d ever feel it again.
What if things inside this prison were about to become unbearable? What if Garin was about to be taken from me?
I didn’t want to lose him.
I didn’t want to lose this.
I didn’t want to lose us again.
“Come for me, Kyle.”
I released his hair and flattened my hand over the back of his head, using his power, his presence, the sound of his demands to push myself over the edge.
And, when I did, I screamed.
Kyle.
His fingers pumped out my orgasm, twisting and sliding inside my wetness. My back arched, my ass pushing further into him, opening just enough to take in his tip and squeeze it, like he’d asked. Then, the shuddering hit, waves and sparks passing all the way through me, the