“Danger. Danger,” my brain was screaming as I let him manhandle me.
When he traced a path down my neck with his lips, any delusions I had about stopping this flew right out the window. His touch lit me up inside, making me wild and hungry and reckless. His lips were firm, and his beard scratched at my face in the most delicious way. Those giant hands were all over my body, consuming me. He was so warm and strong and solid. I arched my back as he moved to my secret spot. The one spot below my ear that had a direct line to my clit.
How long had it been since I’d let go? Since I’d done something stupid?
This was undoubtedly very, very stupid, and yet it felt so right.
I’d spent the evening alternating between feeling simmering resentment and genuine affection for this man. How could he infuriate me so much one second and then hypnotize me with his tongue the next?
This was so bad. But fuck, it felt so good. And I couldn’t say no to the good right now.
I pushed on his chest and he pulled back, breaths sawing in and out of his lungs. This make-out session was hot and all, but I’d jumped him, so I should stop this, apologize, and get out of here.
He didn’t want me. He couldn’t. But the way he was looking at me, the heat in those eyes, and the way those big, strong hands currently gripped my ass said otherwise.
“Stop overthinking,” he commanded.
Fuck. How did he know me so well? I was having a full-blown argument with myself in my head.
He dipped closer and caged me against the wall. “Tell me what you want.”
What did I want? There was no way to explain it when I truly had no clue. My body and brain were screaming at me, and I couldn’t make sense of all the feelings swirling inside me.
I arched my back and dove in for another kiss, but he pulled back.
He trailed his knuckles over my jawline, sending a shiver through me. “Consent is sexy, Dragonfly. I need you to say the words.”
I tilted my chin up to meet his gaze. “August Hebert, I want you to ravage me.”
Immediately, he pushed my dress up. In the next instant, his lips joined in, kissing me hungrily.
“It would be my fucking pleasure, Dragonfly.”
The scratch of his beard as he kissed his way down my body sent sparks arcing through me, making me wild for his touch.
His knees hit the floor, and he looked up at me with pure mischief in his eyes. “Spread,” he demanded.
Without hesitation, I obeyed, curious and wildly turned on. With one hand, he pushed me back against the wall, and with the other, he yanked my panties down to the floor.
He threw one of my legs over his shoulder and gently bit my inner thigh. I cried out as he got closer.
“Stop wiggling. I have a job to do.”
When the heat of his mouth hit my clit, I threw my head back. Every single moment was agony. I wanted to writhe against his face. How could he tease me like this?
“Fuck, you taste delicious,” he said, giving me a gentle swipe of his tongue. “And I’m a hungry boy, so don’t expect me to take it easy on you.”
Then he dove in, licking and sucking and using his fingers to spread me.
With my head against the wall and my eyes closed, I soaked in every ounce of pleasure he was giving me. How the hell was he holding me up? This position defied physics. Even so, he did not relent. Instead, he amped up the moment by easing a finger inside me. I groaned at the sensation, and the heat in my belly ignited. It had been so long since I’d felt anything remotely close to this exquisite.
Delicious tension rolled through me, building and building until I thought I might combust. Before I could tumble over the edge, though, he slowed his movements.
“Please,” I begged without an ounce of shame. The teasing was too much. He’d brought me to the brink and back with his fingers and tongue. I pushed against his face, needing more friction, more everything from him.
“That’s it. Ride my face,” he said against my pussy. “Take whatever you want. Come on my mouth. Let me lick up every bit.”
I gripped his hair and did what he said, letting his hand keep me grounded as I chased the wild, frantic pleasure that built inside me.
And then the tension broke. I arched back, overtaken by waves of pleasure, as I gasped and shuddered. He kept going, anchoring me to the ground as I rode it out, yelling and moaning at the top of my lungs.
As I came down, I leaned back against the wall, hitting my head gently and trying not to pass out as I gasped for breath. He was kissing and nipping at my inner thighs as I struggled to regain consciousness.
But it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t satisfied. I needed more.
“Please,” I said, my voice quivering. “I need you inside me.”
“Me?” he asked, a massive grin splitting his face where he still kneeled at my feet.
I pouted. “Your cock, actually, but sadly, it’s attached to the rest of you.”
He jumped to his feet and whipped his T-shirt off in the sexiest way, giving me an eyeful of his broad chest covered with ink and dark hair.
“God, you are so fucking sexy,” he said, his lips on mine again. He tasted like my arousal, and his beard was still coated. The taste of myself on him drove me wild and desperate.
I grabbed at the waistband of his jeans, giddy when I came into contact with the hard bulge ready for me. “Less talking,” I said, undoing the button.
With a grunt, he pushed them down, causing his cock to spring free.
