Rocked (The Everyday Heroes World) - Julia Wolf Page 0,57
cry, and my nails curled into his shoulders. He gave me no time to get used to him, and I didn’t want it. I needed raw from him, to feel where he’d been long after he was gone. A reminder we weren’t anything but this—delicious, rough, and impersonal sex.
His warm breath bathed my face as he grunted each time he pushed inside as far as he could go. My thighs clamped around his hips, keeping him close. Beneath my calves, the muscles in his ass rippled as he thrust, and oh god, I loved the feel of it. Devon’s body was a finely tuned, powerful machine, and he was using that power to drive into me over and over.
We were silent, apart from panting and grunting. The sounds that filled the closet were pure sex, cushioned by my clothes hanging from racks. If he fucked me hard enough, we’d probably end up in Narnia.
My brain had gone haywire, crazy thoughts swirling and somehow making sense in my delirium. Dipping my head, I bit into Devon’s shoulder, grounding myself to the moment. This place, this man, this cock inside my body…
Shifting his stance, he pushed my legs wider apart, then slid his hands up the back of my legs to my ass. “Kat,” he murmured, eyes seeking mine.
I wanted to give him that. I felt it, the need to look back at him, to watch the strain in his face as he took pleasure from my body. But then he slowed down, sliding in and out of me like he planned to savor our connection. He dipped his head, and I did too, both of us watching him move in and out of me. It was sexy, and maybe more. Maybe it could’ve meant something in another life. In Narnia. But we were here, and it couldn’t mean anything except pleasure and satisfaction.
“Don’t be soft, Devon. I don’t want soft,” I whispered, letting my eyelids come down over my eyes.
His hand cupped my jaw, and it wasn’t soft at all. “I know I don’t have all night, but give me a fucking minute, Lady. This feels too damn good to rush to the finish line.”
Leaning forward, I brought my mouth to his, giving him a slow, deep kiss. Not soft, never soft, but I didn’t rush him. As we kissed, I tipped my hips, urging him to move again. He finally did, his rhythm less punishing than before, but he hit a place inside me that made my toes curl.
Heat built in my belly as we kissed and touched. Devon’s hair was like silk in my fingers. If I tugged it, he’d bite my lip or thrust harder, driving me mad.
“Devon, I’m so close,” I whispered against his neck.
“I’ve got you.” His hips slapped mine. “I’ve got you, Kat.” Mouth on my throat, licking and biting, hands tightening on my backside.
“Come with me.” My orgasm was so close, peeking over the horizon, but I didn’t want to go alone. My inner muscles clenched around Devon, urging him closer and closer to his own edge.
His groan vibrated every part of us that touched, sending me so far over, I’d probably never find my way back. My mouth fell open, and I pressed my lips to his cheek, attempting to muffle the sounds I could no longer hold back. He jerked inside me, pumping erratically as he spilled his pleasure.
We panted on each other. My throat was hot and clammy from his shallow breaths, his cheek taking my exhales.
“Can I let you down?” He pulled his face from my neck, his eyes grazing me all over.
“Yeah, I think I’m fine.”
He lowered my legs gently, and though I was steady on my feet, I slid down to the floor anyway. I patted the carpet beside me. “Come down here. It’s tradition.”
Smirking, he got rid of the condom, tied it off, and tossed it next to his jeans before laying down beside me.
“You have sex in your closet so much, you have a tradition?” There was no venom or hidden agenda in his question. Was that because he wasn’t jealous over men from my past, or because he believed—and rightly so—I’d never had sex in my closet?
“Yep. After the hordes of men who’ve been in here…”
He clamped his hand over my mouth. “Don’t want to hear about hordes of men after I was just inside you, joking or not.”
I tapped his upper lip. “Don’t get possessive over me. It won’t end well.” I wasn’t sure