Savage Vandal (82 Street Vandals #1) - Heather Long Page 0,86

the yoga pants, and despite the way his fingers twitched, he didn’t reach for me. The sense of control was heady as fuck, but I’d take it.

Right now, we were trapped in this bubble of expectation and desire. Nothing else mattered in this steamy bathroom. Just me. Just him.

When my panties hit the floor, I followed them down to my knees and ran my hands up the bunching and flexing muscles of his thighs. At eye level, his cock was even more impressive and kind of pretty in a heavy, blunt way. There was just the hint of a curve to it that had my core clenching.

He was going to hurt me in all the best ways. I traced my tongue against the slit where pre-cum gathered, and his dick fucking twitched. I wrapped my hand around the girth of it, and he slammed his palms against the door again.

Stealing a look upward, I found his hot eyes on me, and I smiled as I traced my tongue over his tip, exploring each of the bits of metal jutting out in the form of a cross. I had no idea why he’d pierced himself like this or how much it had to have hurt when he’d done it, but I wanted to know what it felt like. Everywhere.

I gave his cock a slow pump, not once losing the focus of his gaze. “Are we really doing this, Vaughn?” It was as close to asking permission as I could get at that moment. We were playing with fire, and I wanted to burn.

“Dove, you can have every fucking thing from me you want,” he promised. “But be sure, sweet girl. ’Cause I have a feeling once I’m in that pussy of yours, I’m not going to want to be anywhere else.”

“Then let’s start here,” I suggested before I closed my mouth over the hot tip of his dick, and he released a litany of curse words that just made me clench everywhere. The weight of his cock on my tongue was a drug, and I worked the base with my hand as I sucked him as deep as I could. There was no way I was getting him to my throat, but I could damn well try.

A flash of darkness filled my eyes, but I flung it away. I traced the piercings on his cock, grounding myself against their presence. A heavy hand came down on my hair, but it was so light and tentative.

Another slow suck and pump, then I pulled off, aware of the string of spit still connecting us as I gazed up at him. The rawness in his expression turned me inside out. I wanted more of that. I was here with him.

“You can pull my hair,” I told him. “You can fuck my mouth.” A shudder went through me as he bared his teeth in an expression that fell somewhere between a grin and a grimace. “You can do anything you want to me.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his breath coming in shallower breaths, and I swore his cock pulsed in my grip. I licked the head again, sucking away the salty drops of pre-cum. They were his, and I wanted them.

Nothing mattered right now.

Except him.

Except this.

“Yeah.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, a hint of rapture in his face. “Dove…hold on for me, because I am going to eat you fucking alive.”

The silkiness of his voice punctuated by the raw promise had my thighs turning damp. I was this fucking turned on, and we’d barely done more than kiss. In a move so quick and smooth, he had me up from the ground before I even realized what he was doing.

He yanked open the bedroom door, and the light from the bathroom spilt across the room, highlighting his bed like a guidepost. But he shut off the light, and with only the flickering light from the television playing over him, he carried me to the bed. The band of his arm around me was steel, but the brush of his skin against my nipples had me squirming. His cock nudged at my cunt, and he let out a growl of breath as he dropped me onto the soft fucking cover.

The contrast of sensation against my overheated skin had me squirming. I started to move, but he caught my calves and pulled me toward him. Then my knees were over his shoulders as he knelt onto the bed. The angle pushed me up onto my shoulders, but I