did that when his hand wrapped around the back of my neck and he roughly yanked me his way. Shoving my face in his neck, his other hand quickly captured my wrist and pulled it to him, then smoothed my hand over his hard crotch.
It was so hot, so forbidden, so dangerous; it felt like fireworks exploded in the car, their sparks landing everywhere, all over me, dazzling me at the same time making me burn.
I pressed my hand deeper, moaning into his neck, my tongue gliding out, tasting his skin.
His hand left mine. The car sped wherever he was taking us as I felt and heard his gruff, rumbled, “Fuck me.”
My body molten, my mind dazed, everything that was me was about everything that was him. I touched the tip of my tongue to his earlobe and whispered a desperate, “Hurry.”
My girl revved, Raiden shifted and my hand curled tighter around his crotch.
I trailed my lips along his neck, his jaw and reversed my path, using my tongue. I shoved my face deep into his skin, loving his taste, his smell, the feel of his stubble, the whisper of his hair against my forehead so much, I uncurled my hand and rubbed my palm hard down the length of him.
Raiden grunted and we came to an abrupt stop. He hit the button and the car turned off, but he already had his door open, knifing out. He dragged me over the driver’s seat, taking me with him.
I didn’t know where we were. I didn’t even look.
I didn’t care.
I got my feet under me and ran to keep up with his long strides as, hand in mine, he towed me to a building I noticed vaguely looked like stables. We went up a flight of open backed steps at the side. Raiden wasted no time unlocking the door and pulling me in. He slammed the door, flipped the latch then he stalked across a room, dragging me with him.
I took nothing in and kept taking nothing in when he stopped, picked me up and suddenly I was flying through the air.
I landed on mattress.
Raiden landed on a knee beside me, his hands at the belt on my jeans.
“Condoms, baby, floor by the bed. Get one. Now,” he muttered, then my zipper was down and my jeans were being yanked off.
As best as I could I twisted, noticing we were on a mattress on the floor, but not noticing much about this because my fingers closed around one of a half dozen packets of condoms by the bed. I didn’t notice much about this because my flip-flops flew off with my jeans and my panties were now being dragged down my legs.
I twisted back just as Raiden’s hand slid between my legs.
That felt so good, all my concentration centered on that feeling. I dropped the condom and my back left the bed as my lips parted on a silent moan.
“Thank fuck, soaked,” Raiden growled. I forced myself to right my head and look at him. “Spread, baby.”
I didn’t hesitate.
I spread.
His hand kept toying between my legs, creating beauty even as he tugged at his pants. He pulled himself free, used his teeth to open the condom packet he somehow got hold of and dropped his hand to roll it on.
I pushed up and shoved my hands up his tee, my movements fevered, even frenzied, taking in his hard muscles; the angles, the plains, the ridges.
Amazing.
I shoved my face in his midriff, breathing deep, taking him in, all this time his fingers creating bliss between my legs.
Then they were gone.
For less than a second, because Raiden, using one arm to lift me, pulled me out of the bed and plastered me to him. My legs circled his hips. His other hand was between us, guiding him in. Then he jerked me down on his cock, filling me.
I drove my hands in his lush hair, my head falling back on a whimpered, “Ohmigod.”
Then I was back to bed and Raiden was pounding inside me, his arm still around me, driving me down with each upward thrust.
“Ohmigod,” I repeated, one of my hands fisting in his hair, the other one trailing down his back.
I’d never had this.
This was…
It was…
It didn’t exist. It couldn’t.
This was only for Raiden and me.
I felt it building. My hand dipped under his tee, my head jerked up. It was going to be so huge it was going destroy me.
“Raiden,” I gasped, my voice harsh with passion and edged with