Brawn - Laurann Dohner [40]
There was only Brawn, his mouth heating her up and his wonderful skin under her hands. He released her face to grip her hips, turned her more to face him and shifted under her. It was impossible to miss the hard ridge that pressed against the underside of her leg when his thighs parted slightly. She knew what it was, that he was turned-on and so was she.
She moaned and clawed at his abs, wanted to draw him even closer. It didn’t work with her sitting sideways across his lap so she reached up, gripped his shoulders and moved enough to press a foot on the cold concrete floor. She scooted a little off his lap and straddled him instead.
Firm hands cupped her ass, jerked her tight against his lap and his trapped cock rubbed against her underwear through the layers of their clothes. Becca ached painfully, her breasts were heavy and hurt and she just wanted to release him to yank her shirt over her head and rub her nipples against his skin.
He kneaded her ass, his fingers digging in to the soft flesh. He lifted her a little to adjust the angle of his cock to press against the seam of her pussy. Her fingernails dug into his skin as she tried to pull him even closer, the heat of him penetrated through her thin nightgown and she hated having anything between them.
She urged him on by rocking her hips, moaned louder and her fingers slid upward into his hair and held him closer to deepen the kiss even more. He bucked his hips, used his hold on her ass to shift her and they moved together. The slow rocking against each other made his cock incredibly hard, it notched up her pleasure and it felt so good she knew she’d come. Her clit seemed to swell painfully. She wanted him to move faster, take her over the edge of ecstasy.
Brawn suddenly twisted his head away, breathed hard and shoved his face against her throat. “We have to stop,” he growled.
It slowly sank in what she’d done. If he wasn’t wearing sweats and she didn’t have underwear on, he’d be inside her. She knew that as well as he did. They’d dry humped as though they were horny teenagers, in the worst possible place and the timing couldn’t have been more wrong.
She turned her head against his cheek, slid her hands out of his hair and hugged him around his neck. It was tough to try to slow her ragged breathing. Half of her wanted to ask him to keep going but the memory of the cameras along the ceiling had her silence that plea. Clinging to him helped but her body was on fire.
He inhaled loudly and a hot, wet tongue licked her throat. “You smell so good and taste it too. I wish I could strip you bare and explore every inch with my hands, nose and tongue. I’d lick every spot that would make you moan my name.”
“You’re not helping,” she said in a shaky tone. “I want you too.”
“You want me to help you calm or lick you?”
“Lick me.”
He growled viciously, a scary sound if she had the brains to be afraid, but her libido was in charge. He reached between them instead, his hand wiggled in the tight space between his lower belly and hers, until his fingers brushed over her underwear.
“Hold onto me,” he urged softly. “Scoot back a little.”
She had to concentrate to follow his orders, her arms tightened around his neck and she wiggled enough to give him more room with his hand. An image of him shoving her underwear to the side, jerking down his sweats and taking her filled her mind. Of course she remembered at that point what he’d said about being larger than human guys. It didn’t matter at that moment. She’d heard other woman had hooked up with Species. Obviously sex was possible and she was beyond fear, more into the take-me-now stage.
His deft fingers shoved the scrap of material way and he growled again at feeling how soaked with need she was for him, something that should have been embarrassing if she wasn’t beyond caring about anything but the fact that his broad fingertip located and pressed against her bare clit. Her face pressed against his chest, sucked in his masculine scent and it muffled