Chapter 100
Wake huffs, shaking his head, but before he can say anything else, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. It’s fierce, all heat and urgency, as if the tension between us has finally snapped, and we’re both too far gone to care about anything else.
He maneuvers himself onto the closed toilet seat and pulls me into his lap, his hands roaming, as if he can't decide what part of me he wants to touch the most. His kiss is rough, hungry, and his teeth catch my bottom lip, biting down hard enough that I squeak. He makes a satisfied noise and then his tongue is sliding against mine.
He tastes like sin and sea and I moan, trying to get even closer. He groans in return, and I can feel his cock growing, pressing insistently into my ass. He grabs my hips, holding me still, and then he rolls his hips up. Once, twice. Oh God.
I'm wet. No, I'm soaked. It feels like all the blood in my body is pooling in my pussy, so that when he thrusts against me again, my panties are slick and wet, and his cock presses exactly where I need him. The fabric is the only thing separating us, but somehow, that makes this hotter. I don't have to take off my panties, I just have to shimmy them aside, and then—
I break away from him, panting, and his eyes are heavy-lidded, his lips kiss-swollen and parted.
It takes effort to focus, but somehow I manage, reaching down to shove my underwear to the side. And then I'm fumbling between us, finding the hard length of him through his pants, and then...
Oh, oh God.
He's thick, ways so thick, and the thought of taking him makes my inner muscles clench in anticipation. I shift, and then he's there, the head of his cock pressed against my entrance. I want to go slow, but we're running out of time. I drop down, taking him inside of me in one long stroke, and we both cry out.
I pause, savoring the feel of him, and I'm pretty sure that my heart is going to beat right out of my chest.
"Phoebe," he says hoarsely, and he reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. It's such a simple, sweet gesture that I almost laugh. Instead, I rock forward, just a little, and he bites back a groan.
"Are you distracted yet?" I ask. and his eyes fly to mine, narrowing. I grin.
"I've recently learned one of your human sayings; payback's a bitch." He tightens his grip on my hips and then rolls his up at the same time, driving deep. Pleasure sparks, and I bite back a whimper. "Now ride me before we're found."
"Yes, sir," I start moving in earnest, riding him. His hands on my hips are firm, guiding, and we quickly find a rhythm. My body is coiling tighter and tighter, and I don't know if it's the knowledge that someone might come looking for us at any minute, or the fact that Wake is so hot and hard inside of me, or a combination of the two, but I know that I'm not going to last much longer.
He seems to sense the change in me, because his gaze sharpens. He slides a hand down, until his fingers brush against where we're joined, and then he finds my clit, his fingers rubbing the tiny nub in rough, firm circles.
I bite my bottom lip, hard, as I rock back against him.
"Let me hear you," he says, and it's not a request.
I give up. My orgasm crashes through me, and I let out a long, low moan. I shudder, falling forward against him, and it's only his hands on my hips, moving me up and down the length of his cock, that keep me moving.
He groans, and then he's lifting me off of him.
It's not what I expect. I start to protest, but before I can do more than open my mouth, he turns me around and then bends me over the toilet. He shoves my skirt up, yanks my panties down, and then he's plunging into me, the angle new and deeper than I'm used to.
He gives me a second to adjust and then he's thrusting into me, the pace frantic, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh echoes obscenely in the small room. Pleasure, almost too sharp to bear, arcs through me, and I brace myself against the wall, trying not to be thrown by his forcefulness.
He shifts, leaning over me, and his breath is hot on my neck.
"Come again," he says, and then he's moving faster, his teeth grazing the side of my throat, and his fingers digging into my hip.
I almost don't want to.
But I'm going to.
My breath catches in my throat, and a moan slips free, low and ragged.
Wake curses, his fingers digging even deeper, and then his teeth close over the back of my neck. Hard. Pain mingles with the pleasure, and I'm lost. My orgasm breaks over me, and he groans against my skin, thrusting harder and faster. I feel him tense, his cock jerking inside of me, and then the world goes still.
We stay like that for a long moment, and then he pulls free and tugs me upright. I'm too shaky to stand, and he sits me down on the toilet lid and then crouches next to me, his face close.
"Perhaps I don't mind flying after all.”
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