Then his mouth is on mine, and the sounds from the movie fade away. He tastes of salt and butter, his lips soft and his arm dragging me closer until I’m almost in his lap. He licks at the seam of my mouth, his hand sliding up, tangling in my hair, and when I gasp, his tongue pushes inside.

Sparks run over my skin. I moan as our tongues rub together and run my hands over his naked chest, over his sides, over the dark lines of his ink.

In a blink, he’s got me on my back. He grabs my wrists and pins them over my head, holding them there one-handedly. I’ve never seen his eyes go so dark. Need twists inside me, sharp and hot. I try to buck my hips, to reach him, but I can’t move, trapped by his weight.

“Fuck,” he whispers, one side of that long mouth curving up. “Look at you.”

His gaze travels over me like a flame. My breasts tighten, my nipples harden. Oh crap. What’s the matter with me? I don’t want him to hurt me.

Okay, maybe hurt me a little. Why does the thought make me wet? Jesus. I struggle against him, fighting him—fighting myself, the want that burns under my skin.

He shifts until he’s pressed between my legs, and I moan at the feel of his long hard cock where I’m aching for him.

“Do you want this?” He runs his free hand down his stomach and into his shorts, his cock and his hand now both pressing against my mound. “Tell me.”

I swallow hard. “Yes.”

“How do you want it?”

“In my mouth.” God, is this me? I only know I want to taste him again, I want him to fill my mouth first, my sex later. “Like this.”

“Fuck, Ray.” He lifts up, pushes his shorts down and draws out his cock. My mouth waters again as he strokes that hard length, his big fist running up and down in slow, even motions. Then he straddles me, guiding his hard-on to my mouth. His musk floods my senses. “Beg me for it.”

I shudder. “Please.”

The head of his cock touches my lips. Salty. Bittersweet. I lick at it, and he groans. “Oh yeah. Suck it, baby.”

His words, his taste, the feel of his cock in my mouth trigger shocks of pleasure that travel down my spine. His hand clamps hard on my wrists, holding them fast over my head, and I whimper, liking this. Liking this way too much. Heat blooms inside me, flooding my core, and my hips tilt, looking for friction.

His heavy cock slips deeper into my mouth, and I choke a little. He pulls back and I suck on him, loving the way my lips slide over his hard shaft, the silky skin and the thick vein beating underneath, against my tongue.

“Damn…” His head tips forward, his eyes closing. He lets go of his cock, the roll of his hips pushing it in and drawing it out. His hand caresses my face, traces my lips that are stretched around his considerably girth, and another groan escapes him. “This is so fucking hot.”

Hot is how I feel. Pressure is building inside me, and I clamp my legs together, spikes of pleasure tearing through me. I play with my tongue on the underside of his cock, under the head, lapping at his precum, salt and Storm’s spice, and oh God, I’m going to come from giving head.

Is that a thing? Does it happen to other girls?

Can’t think straight. Not when every nerve on my body feels alive, when the first pulses of an orgasm that will rip me apart are starting deep inside me. When he moans my name and rocks faster, the drag of my lips on his cock harsher.

Suddenly, he pulls out all the way. “Inside you,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “I want you to ride me, Ray.”

Poised on the edge of orgasm, I stare at him, willing my brain to resume function. He was so close to coming, I felt it on my tongue. His cock is swollen huge and twitching, glistening, bobbing against his flat stomach. As I watch, more precum leaks from the small slit at the top and trickles down the sides.

Just the sight of that might be enough to push me over the edge. I need to come. I reach between my legs to ease the throbbing pressure, but Storm has other ideas. He pushes my hand away, then tears my blouse and shorts off me.

“Finally.” He grins wolfishly at me, licks his lips. “You should never wear clothes, baby.”

“Then we’d never get out of bed,” I whisper.

“I like the idea.” He fumbles with his shorts and pulls out a foil. He tears it open and rolls a condom on. He settles back on the couch, one leg hanging off, the other stretching until it nudges me. He’s holding the base of his cock with one hand, his gaze heavy-lidded. “Come here and ride me. You’re gonna make me come so hard, baby. I won’t last long.”

A thrill pierces me. The thought of feeling him, seeing him come undone never fails to excite me. It’s a strange reversal of roles, I think—me on top, taking control—but I realize my mistake the moment I straddle him. His hands are on my hips, lifting me, then lowering me. His mouth fastens on my nipple, sucking it in, making me cry out. The tip of his cock pushes into me, slowly, and I’m so wet it slips inside easily. He controls my descent on his pelvis, on his hardness.

He’s still the one in control.

I shake as I take him in, inch by impressive inch. Damn, he’s big. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out again as his rubs on my inner walls, a delicious, never-ending slither. He’s watching me, always watching, his hands clamped hard on my hips, keeping it slow and even. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, his breath whistling out of his parted lips. His eyes are focused between my legs, where we are joined, and the muscles in his stomach contract, his cock twitching inside me.

More and more of him pushes into me. Too much. He’s too big. I can’t… My eyes burn—not from pain but from the overwhelming fullness.

I feel like my heart will burst.

“Storm…” My voice hitches. “It’s…”

Not sure what I want to say. I don’t want him to stop. I want all of him.

He says nothing, and I realize my descent has stopped. I open my mouth to protest, to say I can take it.

Looking down, I see I’m straddling his hips. We’re pressed together, pelvis to pelvis. He’s inside me from root to tip.

A whole-body shiver grips me, and he grunts, his head tilting back, his throat arching. If possible, his engorged cock swells again, until I lean forward to ease the pressure. I place my hands on his hard chest, rock my hips, and we both cry out.

He looks up at me, his eyes wild. “Goddamn… Do that again.”

And I do. I roll my hips, my breasts swaying, and he licks at my nipples, one and then the other, his body trembling as he tries to remain still. It’s so good, and my inner walls ripple. The pressure is cracking. I’m about to plunge into something dark and indescribable. His hands on my hips lift me and slam me back down, faster now. He releases my breast and his mouth opens in a long moan.

Oh God, I’m coming. I sit up, bracing one hand on the back of the sofa, and he slips in deeper, triggering my orgasm. A wordless shout escapes me as I rock on his cock, clenching around his thickness again and again, until he writhes underneath me, his breath coming out in a gasp.

His cock jerks inside me, and I clench again, trembling with the pleasure of it. His pelvis tips up, lifting me a bit, as a stronger spasm shakes him.

“Fucking hell…” He’s still coming as I bend over him, draping myself over his chest. “Dammit.”

Sweat is drying on my skin, sending shivers skittering over my skin, his hardness inside me setting off aftershocks that rattle me. It takes a long time for his cock to soften and for the sharpness of that pleasure to fade into a softer hum.

Sated, exhausted, I close my eyes as his arms come around me and everything’s right in the world.

STORM

I lie on the sofa, gazing at the ceiling, my arms full of passed-out girl and my dick still thrumming with pleasure. That was… mind-blowing. All of it. Her eagerness, her excitement as I fucked her mouth and pinned her down, her weight on top of me, the tightness of her pussy around me. Her orgasm, nipples taut, body shaking, tightening around my dick so hard I thought I was going to pass out.