CHAPTER ELEVEN
Cat
I DIDN’T MUCH like being shunted off with Leanne. It felt too much like being dismissed, leaving the men to talk about the important stuff while the women weren’t to worry their pretty little heads, et cetera.
But Leanne was very up-front about that kind of behaviour.
‘It’s all bullshit,’ she said as she handed me a beer from the cooler that sat under a nearby table. ‘The brothers wave their dicks around like that all the time.’ She smirked. ‘Sometimes literally. Just ignore it. I do.’
‘I’ll keep that in mind.’
I sipped my beer, my attention on the two men by the bonfire.
Keep, the Knights’ president, was about as tall as Smoke, but built on an even more massive frame. He had shoulders like a pro wrestler’s and biceps that would have put Superman to shame. There was an air of contained violence about him, a menace that had me shivering inside. He was a good-looking guy, though. Black hair and blue eyes and a charisma that was almost palpable. I knew he was Smoke’s uncle and I could kind of see the resemblance.
I didn’t like that air of violence, though. It reminded me too much of people like Smoke’s asshole of a father. Of Justin. Men who couldn’t handle themselves and took to beating people up instead.
Smoke was standing right in front of him, looking him right in the eye, and I felt a sharp spike of trepidation. God, was he putting himself and his membership of the Knights on the line for me and Annie? It made me feel uncomfortable, made me want to protest. I knew what the Knights meant to him, and even though I didn’t like them I respected the fact that they were important to him. I wouldn’t want him leaving because of me.
Leanne had opened her mouth to say something when the VP, Big Red—black bearded and green eyed—came up behind her, putting his arms around her and bending to whisper something in her ear. She laughed and then shrieked as he started dragging her off towards the entrance of the clubhouse.
They disappeared inside and I was conscious of standing beside the table on my own, in a crowd full of leather-clad, tattooed bikers. There seemed to be a lot more than there was before, and the women around were of the short-skirt, tight-top kind.
By the fire, Smoke turned on his heel and strode off towards the clubhouse. Keep’s gaze followed him.
God, I hoped nothing bad had gone down.
There was a high-pitched giggle not far from me as one of the girls was pulled into the arms of a biker, his hand pushing down under her top.
Great. So the sex games were already starting.
‘Hey, pretty.’
There were hands on my hips, pulling me back against a wall of leather before I had a chance to protest.
‘Looks like things are heating up. You need cooling down?’
The voice was unfamiliar. A hand slid up and cupped my breast.
‘No. Fuck off.’ I jerked myself away and turned around.
A massive guy with a greasy black beard stood behind me, glowering at me. He wasn’t a Knight from the look of his cut. He was from The Demon’s Share.
‘That’s no way to treat a brother, bitch,’ he said belligerently. ‘You ain’t got no patch on your back, so how about you fucking show me some respect?’
This was bad. I took a shaky breath, trying not to panic. ‘I’m Smoke’s,’ I said, with as much calm as I could. ‘And he’ll be fucking pissed you laid a hand on me.’
‘Uh-huh. But, like I said, I don’t see a patch on your back, which means—’
‘Which means she’s fucking Smoke’s.’
Tiger’s tall, muscled figure was suddenly between me and the bearded shithead.
‘So how about you go find someone else to play with?
The other man grunted and with one last evil look at me turned and pushed his way into the crowd.
Relief left me feeling unsteady, so I leaned surreptitiously against the table, trying not to show it. ‘Thanks, Tiger,’ I muttered.
He turned, his weird golden eyes glinting in the firelight. ‘What the fuck’s Smoke doing leaving you here alone?’
‘I had Leanne with me, but Big Red took her away. Smoke just went into the clubhouse.’
‘Huh. Fucking idiot.’ Tiger raised the beer he was holding and took a long swallow, his gaze never leaving mine. It was guarded, suspicious. ‘I’d better stay with you, then. Make sure no other fucker tries to take a shot at you.’
I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to, that I could take care of myself, but clearly that would be playing the ‘stupid’ card one too many times. So I said nothing, turning away and gazing at the gathered crowd of bikers as they whooped and hollered around the fire.
There were a couple of live-sex shows happening already and I could feel my face flaming.
I looked away, my heart hammering, wishing I was anywhere but here.
Tiger said nothing, guarding me silently, warning anyone who came near with a hard stare.
It was uncomfortable and awkward, and I was on the point of saying I’d go inside and find Smoke myself when an arm snaked around my waist, drawing me up against hard muscle and heat. But this time it was familiar and I leaned into it with relief before I could stop myself.
‘You okay, kitten?’
Smoke’s deep voice was in my ear.
‘Yes.’
I wanted to turn and lay my head on his chest, relax for a second. But I didn’t.
‘I’m fine.’
‘You shouldn’t have left her alone, man.’ Tiger was scowling. ‘Already had Bear trying to stake a claim.’
Smoke’s arm tightened around me and I was acutely conscious of the feel of him against my back. Heat and strength and the dark, earthy scent of a forest.
‘Leanne was supposed to be looking after her.’
‘Red decided he had other plans for Leanne,’ Tiger muttered.
‘I’m fine,’ I repeated, annoyed at being talked about like I wasn’t there and irritated by the relief I felt at Smoke’s return. ‘Tiger looked out for me.’
Surprise flashed in Tiger’s eyes, as if he wasn’t expecting that. Okay, so I didn’t much like the guy, but I appreciated him being there.
‘Thanks, bro,’ Smoke said. ‘I owe you.’
‘Yeah, well, you’d better hurry this show along.’ Tiger jerked his head towards the fire. ‘I got better things to do than guard women.’
Smoke released me, then took my hand. ‘Come on. Time we introduced you to the club.’
My gut twisted. I didn’t know what I expected, but clearly whatever it was that Smoke was going to do he was going to do it in front of everyone.
I tried to calm myself down as he led me over to the bonfire. People were turning to look at us and I felt self-conscious in my pencil skirt and stiletto heels. No other woman was wearing clothes like that and I felt overdressed. As we got closer to the fire, I began to feel hot and panicky.
‘Hey, assholes!’
Keep’s deep voice cut through the noise like a sharp knife through leather. He was standing on the other side of the fire and had obviously seen us coming.
‘Shut the fuck up for a second! Smoke’s got something to say.’
Surprisingly, everyone quieted, turning to look at where Smoke and I stood. His fingers, laced through mine, were warm, his grip firm, and I had a strange urge to pull away and start running. Get away.
‘To all those fuckers who’ve taken bets on whether Cat and I are together!’ Smoke shouted, his voice husky, gritty, with a thread of what sounded like triumph winding through it. ‘It’s time to either collect what you’re owed or pay up.’
He lifted his other hand and I saw he was holding something in it. A black leather vest, like the cut he wore. On the back was a patch that read Property of Smoke, Knights of Ruin MC.
People cheered. Some of them shouted encouragement and punched their fists into the sky. Others called out cheerful yet filthy curses.
The firelight leapt across Smoke’s face as he looked at me, the flickering shadows making him a stranger. His eyes were as dark as the night sky above our heads and he was smiling. But it wasn’t the amused, friendly smiles I was used to. This was different. It was hungry...feral. A predator’s smile.
He held up the vest between his hands and it was obvious what he wanted me to do.
People were shouting and cheering as I walked over to him, the ground feeling unsteady under my feet. My heartbeat was loud in my head, and despite the beer I’d had, my mouth was dry.
This was insane. It was pretend. Why the hell was I feeling so weird about it?
I turned when I got to Smoke, giving him my back while I held my arms out. He put the vest on me, the leather hot and heavy against my spine.
The brothers were shouting and cheering, raising their beer bottles or whatever else they were drinking into the sky.
I couldn’t get a breath. The whole situation was freaking me out. This was what Mom had wanted—what she’d been desperate for Dad to give her—and now I had it. Now I was part of a club, even though it was the last thing in the world I wanted.
Smoke’s hands settled on my shoulders and he turned me around. The stranger’s smile had gone. Now he simply looked intense, the way he’d looked right before he’d kissed me outside Lucky’s.
My pulse began to go crazy as he lifted a hand, sliding his fingers around the back of my head, drawing me close. I wanted to push at him, keep the distance between us, because I wasn’t ready for this. But his mouth was on mine before I had a chance to do anything about it.
It was another hot, possessive kiss that had my toes curling in my stilettos. And he wasn’t slow this time, or coaxing. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth, demanding and hungry, and all I could do was let him take whatever he wanted.
People were shouting all around us and then the kiss was over. Smoke was lifting his head. His grin was pure triumph, pure satisfaction—almost the same as the grin that had lit his face the day he’d first brought his Harley home.
The possessive hand at the back of my head dropped to my waist, curling around me as he brought me close to his side.
I swallowed and muttered, ‘Now what?’
People were starting to approach us, guys slapping Smoke on the back and congratulating him, calling him a sneaky motherfucker and then grinning at me.
‘Now we enjoy the party,’ he said, his arm like an iron bar around me.
‘Can’t I just go home?’
‘No.’ There was no arguing with that tone. ‘You want to make this look real? We have to make it look real.’ He glanced down at me, his black eyes glittering in the firelight. ‘Unless you want to go to my bedroom here?’
My stomach lurched at the same time as an electric thrill shot through me. He was joking, of course. He had to be, didn’t he?
I looked away, back at the crowds. ‘Uh...no, I’m fine.’
The music thumped and the party started to get more raucous, as if Smoke’s announcement had been some kind of signal to finally go wild.
Tiger had joined a group by the fire, all gathered around a short, curvy brunette in a tiny skirt and tank top who was grinding away to the music. As I watched, the brunette turned to Tiger and put her arms around his neck, her hips still grinding, giving him what was basically a vertical lap dance.
She looked familiar to me for some reason.
Tiger bent his head, whispering something in her ear, and she tipped her head back, laughing. Then she dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for his zipper.
Okay, now I recognised her. It was the woman I’d seen giving Smoke a blow job in the hallway.
Beside me Smoke was easy, relaxed, and when I flicked a glance at him I saw he was watching the show the woman and Tiger were putting on. I found myself studying him for signs that he minded what was happening in front of us, but there was no jealousy in his face whatsoever.
‘It was just a blow job, Cat,’ he said, without looking at me, like he knew exactly what I was thinking. ‘It didn’t mean anything.’
‘I wasn’t... I mean, I didn’t...’ I couldn’t finish.
He glanced down at me. ‘Are you jealous?’
I could feel my cheeks heat. ‘No, don’t be stupid.’
I turned back to the show by the fire. I didn’t want to watch what was going on in front of us—I really didn’t. Yet something in me wouldn’t let me look away as the woman began to give Tiger a blow job right in front of everyone.
Smoke’s hand moved, sliding up to cup my breast.
I went still, the breath catching in my throat.
My blouse was very thin, and his hand felt like one of the coals from the fire, burning right through the material. Then his thumb brushed over my nipple. Electricity shot through me and I nearly gasped aloud. He began to circle my painfully hard nipple through my blouse slowly, lightly, and I shuddered before I could stop myself.
‘What are you doing?’ I asked thickly.
He didn’t turn his head, his attention still on the show that was being performed in front of us. ‘Making it look real.’
My mouth was dry and I couldn’t hear anything else through the sound of my heartbeat. There was a deep, aching pulse between my thighs, an intense pressure.
Tiger drained his beer and tossed the bottle away, so he could put both hands in the woman’s hair, moving his hips faster.
Don’t, I wanted to say to Smoke. Please don’t.
I didn’t know why I didn’t. Because this was wrong—this shouldn’t be happening. He shouldn’t be touching me and I shouldn’t be getting worked up about it.
But he was. His thumb was moving in slow, aching circles around my nipple, making me tremble, making it hard to breathe.
This wasn’t making it look real. No one could see his hand, so what the hell was he doing?
A blind, unreasoning panic squeezed my chest tight, and before I knew what I was doing, I’d jerked away from him, turning and shouldering my way through the crowd, heading towards the clubhouse. Someone called my name but I ignored them.
I had no idea where I was going or why. I only knew I had to get away from what was happening in front of me, away from the woman and Tiger, and most of all away from Smoke. From the intense, hungry feeling that had wrapped its hands around my throat and refused to let go.
There were crowds inside the corridors of the clubhouse, but I didn’t meet anyone’s eyes, walking blindly, not looking where I was going. I didn’t even have a direction. I only wanted to get away, find somewhere I could be alone and figure out what was happening to me.
I didn’t realise I’d gone through the main set of clubrooms and into the back of the clubhouse, where all the bedrooms and other offices were, until the dim lighting and the lack of people brought me to a stop. There were lots of doors in the hallway and the sound of people talking behind them—other sounds, too, of pleasure.
The place was familiar. And I knew why.
‘There’s a reason you came here,’ a voice said from behind me, deep and dark and full of rough heat. ‘Isn’t there, Cat?’
Smoke. He’d followed me.
I sucked in a ragged breath, my legs trembling. No, I had no idea why I’d come here—to the place where I’d found him getting a blow job from that woman. I should have gone out to the front, called a taxi and gone home.
But I hadn’t.
His footsteps sounded behind me and I tensed, but he walked past me, going down the hall a little way. Then he stopped and turned, leaning back against the wall, looking straight at me. His hands were in his pockets. There was nothing threatening in his stance. Yet I felt like he’d pinned me where I stood all the same.
He’d brought the heat of the bonfire inside with him and the flames were flickering in his eyes.
‘Come here,’ he ordered softly.
I couldn’t tell myself I didn’t know what was happening between us any more. I couldn’t tell myself this was only pretend. I couldn’t tell myself I didn’t want it more than I wanted my next breath either.
I’d run from him, but I hadn’t run in the direction I should have. I’d run here.
He was right—there was a reason for that.
My feet were moving before I even knew what I was doing. I was walking towards him as if he had control of me, as if he was reeling me in like a fish on the end of a line. I stopped in front of him, my breath coming hard and fast in time with my hammering pulse.
He looked calm and relaxed, leaning back against the wall. Except for his eyes. They burned so bright.
‘On your knees.’
Again the order was soft, yet there was no denying the authority of it. I found myself doing exactly what he said, dropping to my knees in front of him.
It seemed like years since the night I’d come here and found him getting blown by that woman. When my mind, the traitor, had wondered what it would be like to be that woman.
Now I was going to find out.
The thought made me dizzy.
He lowered one hand and slid his fingers along my jaw. I shivered.
‘You know what to do, kitten.’
I swallowed and reached to undo the top button of his jeans. My hands were shaking, but somehow I managed it. He put his own hand over mine, directing my fingers, helping me draw the zipper down.
Oh, Jesus. I was going to do this right here, in the hallway, where anyone could find us. Just like I’d found him a week ago. Maybe I was drunk... Maybe I was stoned. Maybe I was insane.
Maybe this is just what you’ve always wanted...
His fly was undone now, and I could see his cock pressing against the black cotton of his boxers. He was hard.
I felt weirdly disconnected from myself as he guided my hand inside his jeans, using his free hand to pull down the cotton. Then my fingers were sliding over his cock, lifting him out, and he was long and thick and hard. God, so hard.
Someone was panting. It was me.
I took him in my fist. His skin was hot and smooth and it felt like velvet. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d wanted to taste something so badly in all my life. He guided my fingers up the length of him, and half of me was already a little insane with desire. The other half was horrified at what I was doing. His hand tightened around mine, making me squeeze him, but it was my thumb that rubbed over the slick head. The feel of him was so good.
Dimly something screamed at me that this was Smoke, my best friend, and that sucking your best friend’s dick was pretty much guaranteed to ruin a perfectly good friendship. But I couldn’t seem to think about why that was.
‘Look at me.’ His voice had deepened, become thick and hoarse.
I obeyed, letting the darkness and the flames in his eyes wash over me, consume me.
‘Suck me, Cat,’ he ordered.
So I leaned in, inhaling the musky, woody scent that was all Smoke, and I opened my mouth, touched my tongue to the head of his cock, licking at him delicately. The salty flavour of him burst on my tongue and I heard the sudden harsh intake of his breath.
‘No. Put my cock in your mouth.’ There was a desperate edge to his words now. ‘Fucking do it, kitten.
I didn’t hesitate, responding to him on the most basic level, taking him in as deep as I could, the size of him stretching my mouth wide, letting him nudge the back of my throat.
He groaned. The sound was a caress, like he’d run his hand right the way down my naked body. It was the most unbelievably erotic thing I’d ever heard and I wanted more of it.
I gripped his cock harder, squeezing as I sucked him, using the pressure, using my tongue, taking him even deeper.
‘Cat...’
The sound of my name was threaded through with hunger. He took his hands out of his pockets and pushed his fingers into my hair, holding on so tight that prickles of pain erupted all over my scalp. Hairpins fell onto the floor as the weight of my hair fell out of its loose bun and slowly down my back. I didn’t care.
He was holding me the way he’d been holding that woman, directing me the way he’d directed her. And the look in his eyes was the same—intense and so hungry I nearly caught fire.
‘You know...who I was...thinking about...when you saw me with her?’
He knew what I was thinking about. Of course he did.
‘You, kitten. I was thinking about...you...’
Shock coursed through me.
Me. He’d been thinking about me.
That meant something—something I wasn’t prepared to face just yet. So I ignored it. I concentrated instead on what I was doing: sucking him deep, pumping him with my fist, turning him inside out the way he’d been doing to me for the past week. Watching him as he groaned again, his head tipping back, exposing the strong muscles of his throat.
‘Oh, fuck... Cat...’
The harsh edge in his voice was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard in my life. I could feel his hands in my hair trembling.
I was doing this to him. This strong, immovable man. I was making him shake. I was making him desperate.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Lines of agonised pleasure were carved into his familiar, beautiful face, and the sounds that were coming from him—harsh and deep, ragged gasps of breath—made the ache between my thighs even worse.
I didn’t want this to end. Because in that moment I felt more powerful than I ever had in my entire life.
I thought being on your knees meant you were weak, that you were beaten, with your eyes swelling shut and the sick, bitter taste of defeat in your mouth.
Not here. Not now. Not with Smoke.
No, Smoke made me feel like there was more to my power than I’d ever dreamed possible. But that was what he always did. He made me feel powerful even when I’d thought I wasn’t.
His hands were tightening on my head and he began to direct my movements, flexing his hips, thrusting faster, harder, and I let him do it—let him take control of me.
‘Fucking look at me, Cat,’ he whispered roughly as I let my lashes fall shut. ‘I want your eyes up here.’
So I looked at him, meeting the ferocious blackness in his gaze, holding it.
This is going to change everything. Nothing will be the same again.
I ignored that unwelcome thought and lost myself in my best friend’s dark eyes, watching as the climax hit him, as his head was thrown back as he called my name, raw and harsh, his fingers in my hair a sweet agony. As he came down the back of my throat and I swallowed everything he gave me.
There was silence afterwards, broken only by the ragged sounds of his breathing and the thunder of my own heartbeat. I didn’t want to think about anything—not what was going to happen later, or what it meant for our friendship. What it would change and what it would break.
Because something always got broken when lines were crossed. Always.
His hold in my hair eased as he withdrew from my mouth, and I rested my cheek against the hot skin of his taut stomach and closed my eyes, feeling the flex and release of hard muscle in time with his breathing.
I was aching, the pulse between my thighs heavy and insistent, but I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay here, in this peaceful moment, where it was just him and me and silence. Where we didn’t have to talk or angst about the choices we’d made... Where the only thing that mattered was the feel of his fingers in my hair, gently massaging my scalp.
But of course it didn’t last.
He was still semihard and getting harder with every second. Then the gentle hands in my hair weren’t so gentle any more as he pulled me to my feet.
I looked up at him, abruptly panicking about what this would mean for our friendship, opening my mouth to tell him that we had to put this behind us, that we had to pretend it hadn’t happened. Yet before I could say anything he bent his head and his lips were on mine, the kiss forcing my head back, forcing my mouth to open for him.
The demand in his kiss made me tremble—because there was no resisting him, no holding out or holding back. He took everything. His tongue was pushing inside, sliding along mine, exploring me, and he must have tasted himself because he growled all of a sudden, his fingers tightening around my upper arms.
Then we were moving as he walked me backwards down a short, dark, dead-end corridor. There was one door to the left, a blank wall to the right, and he pushed me into the corner where the blank wall met the end of the corridor. His hands were pressed to the wall on either side of my head, his big, lean body caging me there while he kissed me, deep and wet, with total and absolute demand.
The scent of him—so familiar and yet now so heavy with the musk of male arousal—was the most erotic thing in the entire goddamn universe. And the heat of him, so agonisingly close to me, was making me crazy.
Yet I was shaking. Because some part of me knew what was going to happen next and I was terrified. It would be a step we couldn’t come back from. I knew that deep in my soul.
Like that blow job hasn’t changed things already?
Of course it had. But this...this was different. It was one thing to turn him inside out, make him come. It was quite another to give him the same power over me.
His hands dropped from the wall to grip the fabric of my skirt, pulling it up higher and higher. My breathing was fast and I felt dizzy, as if I didn’t have enough air. I reached for his hands to push them away, but he was too strong, too insistent. My skirt was around my waist before I could stop him, and then he lifted me up against the wall, pinning me there with his body.
His strength was effortless, and the hard flex of his muscles as he held me tapped into a very feminine part of me, making me shiver with delight. It was insane that I should like this—his control, his dominance—but I couldn’t help it. I did like it.
He shifted, pushing his lean hips insistently between my thighs, and because his jeans were open I could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against the soaking-wet fabric of my panties. The sensation was a lightning burst in my head...a shock of sensation overloading every nerve ending I had.
My mouth opened beneath his as I gasped, my hips rocking, pushing against him, and he muttered a vicious-sounding curse against my lips.
His fingers curled into the waistband of my panties, jerking hard, tearing through the lace. Then they were gone and his fingers were between my thighs, sliding through the slick folds of my pussy, finding my clit and circling in hard, tight circles.
I stiffened, unable to stop a desperate, choked sound escaping my throat. His touch was electric, the pleasure white-hot—unlike anything I’d ever felt before.
The sheer intensity of it hooked into the panic that was simmering below the surface, frightening me. My hands were on his chest, wanting to push him away, to stop this, but he eased one finger into me, then another, spread them apart, stretching me.
‘Smoke... Oh, God...’ I couldn’t stop the words pouring out of my mouth. ‘Jesus... Please... Smoke, I can’t... I don’t...’
His mouth was on mine again, kissing me hungrily, and his fingers were sliding deeper into my pussy. I shuddered, the hot wall of muscle beneath my palms searing me like the element on a stove. I was going to catch fire. I was going to burn alive right here in his arms.
His mouth moved to my jaw, down my throat, his teeth closed around the cords of my neck. ‘You’re so fucking wet.’
His voice was dark as midnight, husky and rough.
‘So fucking tight. I knew you would be. I just knew it.’
He drew his hand back, sliding his fingers out, then back in, again and again, fucking me slowly, making me pant and gasp and writhe in his arms.
‘You want my cock, kitten? Tell me you want it.’ His voice got impossibly deeper. ‘Beg me for it.’
I couldn’t breathe. It was like everything in me was drawn so tight the slightest breath would shatter me into a thousand pieces. Yet I wanted to move. I wanted to end this desperate ache, this need that was eating me alive.
I knew he was going to do it—fuck me right here in this hallway, where anyone could see us. And I didn’t care. I just wanted this hunger to be gone.
‘I w-want your cock,’ I stuttered hoarsely. ‘I want it right now.’
‘Where do you want it?’
His fingers curled inside me, his thumb moving in a slow, slick circle over my clit.
I groaned. ‘I want it in my pussy. Please, Smoke. Please...’
He shifted again, his fingers sliding out of me, making me tremble at the loss. While he held me against the wall he reached behind him to his wallet, deftly extracting a condom packet one-handed, before letting the wallet fall carelessly to the floor. He ripped the packet open with his teeth, discarding the wrapper and rolling the latex down. Then he gripped my thighs hard and positioned himself.
I could feel the head of his cock press against the entrance of my pussy, and I shook so hard it felt like I was going to come apart right there and then.
‘Cat.’
My name was a harsh order.
‘Fucking look at me.’
I did, but the expression on his face was so intense I could hardly stand it. Hunger and desperation and also anger. An anger I didn’t understand.
His hips flexed and he was pushing into me, my slick flesh was parting before him, stretching around him, and the feel of him tipped me off the ledge I was only barely clinging to. The orgasm crashed over me, a massive shudder shaking my body as I cried out, lights bursting behind my eyes.
He didn’t even pause, sliding deep inside me, holding me fast with my legs wrapped around his lean waist, the unbelievable heat of his body between my thighs.
I groaned at the sensation of him inside me, because he was big and it had been a long time since I’d had sex. Not to mention the fact that the aftershocks of my orgasm were like tiny bolts of electricity arcing from nerve ending to nerve ending, sensitising every part of me.
Then he was drawing his hips back, driving into me deep and fast and wild. Each thrust slammed me hard into the corner. I arched in his arms, shocked as that tight, impossible ache began to build again, the sharp need coiling tighter with each slide of his cock inside me. I gripped his T-shirt, my fingers fisting in the cotton, panting and then groaning again as he tilted my hips and changed the angle of his thrusts, so the base of his cock was grinding against my clit.
My head fell back against the wall, pleasure rising higher and higher, and the sounds of his ragged breathing and his sharp, hard grunts as he fucked me filled the space between us.
I’d never imagined it would be like this. Not with him. I’d never imaged this with him at all. And the worst part was knowing that it wasn’t something we could pretend hadn’t happened. We couldn’t ignore it.
It was fierce, incendiary. It was going to change everything.
I said his name a thousand times, over and over, my voice so hoarse it didn’t sound like mine. Then, when I didn’t think I could bear it any more, he jerked my hand away from its death grip on his T-shirt and forced it down between my legs.
I tried to resist, for what reason I didn’t know, but he was too strong, forcing my fingers to where we were joined, to feel my own wet pussy stretched around the thick, hard length of his cock. To feel the slick glide of him as he pulled out, the give of my flesh as he pushed back in.
‘Feel me, kitten. This is me, inside you.’ He held my fingers there, flexing his hips with each word to prove his point. ‘This is me fucking you.’
I groaned, trembling so hard I thought I would break, the dirty words as much of a turn-on as the feel of his cock sliding into me.
My best friend. Fucking me in the hallway, where anyone could see us.
He moved his hand, urging my fingers higher, to my clit.
‘Touch yourself,’ he ordered harshly. ‘I want you coming all over my cock in five seconds.’
I obeyed without thought, my fingers stroking my clit over and over as he fucked me hard against the wall until I was desperate and shaking and raw. And it didn’t even take five seconds. In three I screamed his name into the silence of the hallway, my eyes shut tight as the sensation swept over me, annihilating me completely.
Dimly I felt him move harder and faster, his rhythm wild and out of control, and then he bent his head, turning his face into my neck. And he bit me hard as orgasm took him, too.