Page 82 of Raze
Kellan yanks the door open and brings us both inside. He lifts and sets me on the counter, then turns on the guy still pissing in one of the urinals. “Out!”
“Dude, I’m in the middle of a stream—”
“Then put a cork in it for later and get out.” Kellan widens his stance and crosses his arms over his chest.
“You can’t—”
Kell grins savagely at him, reaching out to grab the man by the back of the neck.
“Shit! Shit! Fine, just give me a sec…” The guy fumbles at his pants to zip up while Kellan’s already moving him to the door. He barely finishes putting his dick away before Kellan throws him out of the room.
He stalks down the stalls, banging each door open to make surethey’re clear, then shoves the table of courtesy condoms and body spray in front of the bathroom door to block anyone else from entering.
His gaze is dark when it finds its way back to me, still sitting on the counter between sinks where I’ve been too busy watching in shock at what he was doing.
“Kell, was that necessary—”
He grabs the back of my neck, reminding me of the way he’d taken control of that other guy before he kisses me into submission. My legs part on instinct, letting him stand between them, while he uses his free hand to work his pants open.
I pull his hair tie free so I can grip and hold his dark brown hair while he pushes me further back into the counter and against the mirror.
Kellan unties my dress at the back and then frees my breasts. His tongue swirls around one nipple, sucking it deep and then surprising me with a bite that makes my pussy clench.
“Fuck!” I curse, my hands gripping his hair while he tastes the mix of soap and sweat on my skin.
“Put your elbows down,” he orders me. It takes me half a second to register what he’s asking for as I see him shoving his pants the rest of the way down and off before his dick is free and thrusting into me. My forearms on the counter keep my head from crashing back into the mirror as he drives into me.
I can’t do anything at this point but hold on as he fucks me on the bathroom counter like a wild animal.
Garbled sounds escape my mouth that I have no control over ashe brutally brings me to the edge again.
My lower back coils and tightens, wrapping around my spine in a death grip that has me gasping for air until it finally snaps. Pure pleasure explodes through me, rushing through my body and limbs like water from a broken dam. I scream out for anyone on this plane or the next to hear me.
Kellan drops over me, though his hands keep his body from falling on me, as he catches his breath and watches me.
One hand tugs at my fake hair. “Take this off.”
I forgot I even had it on.
I’m still panting beneath him, waiting for my soul to return to my body, but my hand moves on autopilot at his command and starts pulling the clips free so I can slide the wig off my head.
His hand moves to my hair, myrealhair, before his hold tightens. “Before you overthink things, you’re going to listen to what I have to say.”
“Really?” I gasp out, still breathless. “Now?” It hasn’t passed my notice that he’s still inside of me.
“Now. You scared the shit out of me when you tried to run away last night. I don’t know what happened or why you did it, but I need to know that you’re not still planning on leaving.”
“I-I’m not.”
Kellan shifts, and I can feel him hardening again already. I bite my lower lip to keep my whimper quiet.
He slowly drags himself out of me, and I breathe a sigh of relief. But it’s short-won because he’s sliding me off the counter on my own two feet and turning me around before his cock buries itself backin me. The moan that breaks through my lips is low and deep. His fingers are slick as they slide and rub around my clit, and my body clenches instinctively to his touch, no matter how tired it may be.
He yanks my hair back, making sure I can’t look anywhere else but in the mirror. My hair is a wild and tangled mess, my lips swollen and breasts bared above bunched up navy fabric. Kellan’s wide frame is a looming shadow behind me, his own dark hair loose to his shoulders, his expression fierce as he watches my reflection.
“Tell me that again, beautiful,” he growls in my ear.
His hips move back and forth in an agonizingly slow rhythm as his fingers circle and stroke and rub with the perfect pressure to bring my body to heel for him once again.
