No Commitment (Capital Kingsmen #1) - Lisa Suzanne Page 0,52

stage in Milwaukee, and the smell of grapes will forever make me think of her. They’ll also forever make me horny.

I can’t take it slow with her, not when she’s finally giving me this green light. I turn her in my arms with my lips pressed to hers, and I kick the door shut. Then I slam her up against it, my body flush against hers so she can feel what she’s doing to me, and I open my mouth.

My tongue battles with hers, and it’s aggressive and intimate and fucking hot.

I drive my hips toward her, and she grunts into my mouth as she wraps her arms around my waist. Her fingers dig into me as she tries to pull me closer, but there’s nowhere else to go...except inside her.

The thought has me breaking apart from our kiss as I pull that white shirt over her head. I unhook her bra and toss it to the side, and she looks at me with wide eyes.

“Right here?” she asks softly.

“Nobody’s home,” I say, and then I dive face-first toward her chest because I can’t take another second of her standing in front of me with her tits hanging out without tasting them.

She leans her head back against the door as I suck a nipple into my mouth. I touch her other nipple, and she moans. I trail my hand down her stomach and toward her pussy, and then I cup her outside her jeans as I continue sucking on her sweet nipple. The taste of her body is familiar even though it was so long ago. She grunts when I touch her, and she grapples with my belt. My stomach clenches with anticipation.

I don’t know how long she’ll be here, and I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m praying we have time. Just in case we don’t, though, I’m going to fuck her right here, hard and fast. And then, later, if time allows, we can take it slow.

She gets my belt unbuckled and she goes for the button, and then she reaches in. I mirror her movements, reaching into her jeans and sliding a finger right into her. She’s warm and velvety holy fuck, she’s wet. Dripping wet.

For me.

I want to lick my way through her. I want to taste her.

But right now, I need to fuck her.

And as I let her nipple out of my mouth and return my eyes to hers, I can see it there. That’s what she needs right now, too.

I pull my hand out and shift my hips away from her, and then I yank her jeans down her legs along with her panties. She kicks off her shoes, and I pull her clothes off her. She’s completely naked in my entryway. That took all of thirty seconds.

I can’t think straight. I can’t think beyond the carnal, basic need to fuck this gorgeous, naked woman in my hallway, and her eyes hazy with lust tell me what she wants.

Before I can stop myself, before I can think it through, I lift her up and impale her with my cock.

I lean her against the doorway to help brace our movements, and then I go to town on her, bouncing her up and down over me with my hands under her ass. She moans her approval, and she links her arms around my neck. Her tits are eye level, and she pulls my head a little closer to her chest. I suck one into my mouth again, and I hold it between my teeth for a beat as she yelps. I let go, afraid I hurt her, but she just pulls me back again. “Don’t stop,” she pants, and I give her what she wants.

I drive into her right there in the entry, and now every time I walk through this part of my house, I’ll have this memory of the woman I love and the sex we shared right here that’s somehow even better than I remembered.

My balls draw up as a fire rips down my spine.

I’m going to come, and I can’t do it inside of her, not without a condom.

“Fuck,” I say. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she says. “I’m so close. Fuck me, Tyler. Fuck me so hard I can’t see straight.”

Jesus. Her words push me right to the edge, but I can’t pull out now—not with a battle cry like that.

I give the woman what she wants.

I fuck her into oblivion, doing what I can to hold my own orgasm