Page 33 of Satan's Naughty List
A lone tear trails down his cheek, a smile slightly tugging at his lips. Using my thumb, I drag the wetness away gently.
“I love you,” he mutters back. His hands reach around my waist, tugging my shirt out of my pants.
“We shouldn’t,” I shutter, not meaning a damn word. I need him more than anything, but I don’t want to be the reason he has tormented thoughts. I don’t even know what they did to him while they had him.
“There’s a lot that I need to say, a lot that needs to happen, but I need this. Just a few minutes. You and me.” How the fuck can I say no to that? Leaning down, I plant my lips over his, molding gently. He melts against my body as a light hum escapes his chest. It’s like a purr, except his hips press harder against mine.
“Shower,” I gasp.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Hishipscrashagainstmine as we stumble toward the bathroom. Lips smacking, hands roving, neither one of us seem to get enough of each other. If anything, the fact that I was gone for a couple days makes me extremely grateful to have him in my life.
Yes, I know there’s looming danger with Aspen, and it’s carved into the back of my brain. If I go into that without a clear head, I may as well be useless to the team. My lack of giving up my phone said it all.
“Stay with me,” Nomad chides, his large hand landing on my ass and squeezing. Nearly slamming into the door frame, he pins me against the wall and devours me whole. Maneater, my husband is. Not that I’m complaining.
“I’m here.” I inhale harshly when his hand goes from kneading my ass to stroking my straining erection through my jeans.
“No, you’re not,” he growls, leaning down and biting harshly into my neck. “You’re still thinking about what happened. The team is working on everything. Take time for yourself.” Nodding, I melt into the burly man who is literally my heart and soul. Fingers moving swiftly, and my pants are suddenly around my ankles. My brain doesn’t even get a second to catch up before he’s on his knees before me, his shirt discarded somewhere else. The muscles on his shoulders ripple as he situates himself in front of me.
“You don’t-”
“Shut up already,” he growls, latching his mouth around my pulsing length. I swear my thoughts even stutter as he flicks his tongue over the head. His rough, calloused hand wraps around it easily, stroking the length that doesn’t fit all the way in. Knuckles white, my fists ball tightly next to my body.
That apparently isn’t the right move.
Popping off, he manages to top me from on his knees. “Fuck my mouth, Pax.” Without warning, he grabs my tightly wound hands and shoves them onto his head. Like second nature my fingers open and clasp tightly on the soft strands. The only warning I get is the deep groan that echoes off the walls.
Ever-so-cautiously, I hold his hair and pull my hips back. I let myself rock forward carefully so as to not hurt him.
Another wrong move.
Crack.I yelp as his palm lands firmly on my ass. My grip turns brutal as I accidentally force my cock down his throat. He doesn’t look at all surprised from under his lidded eyes, almost as if he was anticipating it.
“If you don’t let go, I’ll make you,” he threatens. I know damn sure he’s not kidding.
Rearing back, I ram forward. He chokes loudly, back hunching slightly from the force. Eyes as wide as saucers, I attempt, and fail, at getting myself away from him.
“I almost hurt you,” I protest, taking a step back. His hand clutches my dick tightly, tugging me toward him with it. It’s a brutal squeeze, one that causes me to hiss between my teeth.
“Fuck. My. Mouth.” The demand is there, clear as day. He drags a few fingers through the dripping saliva between my cock and his mouth. He circles a finger around my tight hole and pushes inside.
“Fine,” I breathe, reclaiming my lost grip and driving into his mouth. Another similar sound is released from him, but he encourages me by pushing further into my ass. His eyes roll back into his head as he seems to savor me. Sucking me like a damn lollipop.
My sac is heavy with the need to release, but I won’t. I want him so deep in my ass that I won’t know today from tomorrow.
“Please,” I whimper. I take in his watering eyes, drool dripping down his bare chest and onto his jeans. Direct eye-contact has always made me squirm, but seeing this Greek God on his knees for me…I may be dead.
Is this my personalized version of Heaven? I don’t even know if it exists, but if this is what it’s like, count me in.
“What do you want?” Drew growls, the vibrations traveling down my shaft, into my sac, and up my spine. The involuntary shiver racks through me. His slick finger travels slowly out of me before driving back inside. I can’t help but clench on him, imagining that his giant cock is shoved so deep inside of me.
“I want you to fuck me,” I demand, surprise evident through both of us as I slap my hand over my mouth. Removing his finger, he stands. A slow smirk creeps over his face as he unbuttons his jeans. Kicking them off, he strokes himself. There’s no need, he’s long, thick and heavy.
Reaching around me, the shower suddenly turns on, startling me slightly. I’d completely forgotten we were in the bathroom.
“Your knees,” I gasp. Tile floors aren’t the greatest to kneel on, simply ask the bottom.
