Up in Smoke - Tessa Bailey Page 0,92
before wrapping her hair in his fist and jerking her head back until it met his shoulder. “Feel my cock inside you?” He maneuvered his hips back and forth. “My heart beating at your back? It’s all yours, Erin. I fucking love you and it’s all yours.”
“I love you, too,” she breathed against his bearded cheek. “So much.”
“Show me.” His grip tightened in her hair. “Show me with your body.”
When he released her hair, Erin shot forward and anchored her hand on the seat in front of her. She found herself wild with the need to follow his instructions. Before, she’d been curious about the pleasure obeying him seemed to give her. Now, in this moment, she’d embraced it. Decided to live for it. She swiveled her hips and gloried in his groan. That’s right, baby. I own you as much as you own me.
His desire to go slow had her setting a deliberate pace, rocking her hips up and grinding back down. It was an X-rated lap dance that caused the inferno inside her to rage out of control. The fingers digging into her waist turned bruising. But she could feel him behind her, daring her to quicken her pace when he hadn’t given her permission. Clutching the seat for dear life, she tossed her hair over her shoulder and sent him a look that held nothing back. Maintaining the scorching eye contact, she danced on the tip of his arousal, lowering herself with painstaking slowness. A returned dare. At the very base, she jerked her hips forward and watching his jaw slacken.
One masculine hand dipped between her thighs, the heel of his hand placing exquisite pressure over her clit. He leaned forward to chafe her sensitive neck with his bearded jaw. “I will kill for this pussy. Kill for the right to continue ownership of it. Nod if you understand how serious I am.” He made a satisfied noise when Erin nodded. He slapped her sensitive flesh, sending devastating vibrations through her core. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”
She braced her hands on his knees and started to ride, rebounding off his hard thighs after each fulfilling descent. Oh God, it felt so damn perfect. The slide of hard flesh into delicate. Big into small. On the movie screen, she vaguely registered a shoot-out taking place, so loud that she gave in to the urge to moan. Her thighs slapping down on his rougher, more muscular legs joined the sound only to be drowned out by the movie’s volume. “Oh please, oh please, oh please,” she chanted under her breath as a quickening began in her middle, twisting with the promise of pleasure.
Connor scooped his hands beneath her knees and jerked them against her chest, leaving her body folded in half, ankles in the air. Still, she didn’t stop writhing. She couldn’t. Relief was too close. So close she could already feel tremors beginning at the tops of her thighs. When Connor began to piston his hips, slamming her down on his thick erection with each upward thrust, her eyes rolled back into her head and she lost all sense of the present. “If you say please, you say it to me. Use my name.”
“P-please.” Her voice shook. “Connor.”
He licked Erin from neck to ear, making her feel dizzy. When he drew away to blow cool air on the damp trail he’d left, she turned with a shiver to find him watching her work his lap with an expression of ecstasy. “Jesus, that body doesn’t quit. Hips bucking, thighs spread wide. Working so hard for your orgasm, aren’t you?” His hand smoothed over her ass, gave it a stinging slap. “One stroke between your legs and I could take care of that, sweetheart. You’d come all over my lap.”
Her head fell back and she stared blindly at the ceiling as she continued to ride, but couldn’t help casting the occasional heated look behind her. He’d sprawled out like a king, fists resting on his head as he watched her under hooded eyelids. He was so fucking hot it made her teeth clench with the need to bite him. Every time she wrung a groan from his throat, it felt like a victory. No one can please this man like I can.
With release hanging so closely in the balance and him acting so sure of himself, she felt the need to remind him of that. Her lips tilting at one end, she swung her feet up and wedged