Strong: A Stage Dive Novella by Kylie Scott

Author:Kylie Scott [Scott, Kylie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Tags: Kylie Scott, 1001 Dark Nights, Stage Dive, contemporary romance
Publisher: Evil Eye Concepts, Incorporated
Published: 2018-09-24T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIVE

Never one to be outdone, I shoved my hand down the front of his board shorts and grabbed his cock. Hot skin and hard flesh more than filled my hand. All the while, his hooded gaze stayed glued to my face, doing his best to read me no doubt. But I was in charge. Not him. And pushing aside my bikini bottoms and sinking down on him more than demonstrated that fact.

“M-Martha,” he stammered, fingers digging into my hips almost hard enough to bruise. His eyelids slammed shut. “Fuck.”

The man was large. Thicker than I’d expected. Some wriggling was definitely required. I panted, gripping his neck tightly, my cheek pressed against his. Bit by bit, I took all of him inside me. An adjustment period would also be needed. Holy hell. “Just give me a moment.”

“Give you a moment?” He shifted his hold, strong arms surrounding me. “I think you just killed me.”

“What? Why?”

“It didn’t occur to you to give me any warning?”

“Me grabbing your penis didn’t signal something was about to happen?”

His laughter came from deep inside his chest, brutally low and rough. Hands stroked firmly down my spine, soothing me. There may or may not have been an air of possession about the way he touched me. I don’t know. Other things were on my mind right then. Like figuring out how to breathe and keep my heart beating with his big dick inside of me. “Guess I should have asked about protection etcetera.”

“That might have been wise.” More laughter. “I’m clean. Tested regularly.”

“Yes, same, regularly. I always have, promise.”

“I know. Wouldn’t have let you grab my dick without a lengthy discussion otherwise.”

“Then what the hell were you complaining about just now?” I rested my chin on his shoulder, getting comfortable. For such a hard man, he was awfully comfy. “Honestly, Sam. Talk about mixed signals.”

“Most women like a little foreplay first is all.”

“Oh, that.”

“We haven’t even kissed.” His mouth moved up my neck, hot and seductive. Teeth nipped and his tongue dragged over my skin, lighting up every single freaking nerve in me. “Not that I’m complaining.”

“Do that again.”

He obliged as I rocked my hips, rising and falling just a little. There was no rush. And testing his stamina appealed to me. Fingers tugged at the ties on my bikini top, loosening the straps. Soon I was as bare chested as him, my stiff nipples brushing against his hard pecs and smattering of chest hair. Interesting to note that sensation wise, chest hair had been much underrated. Most of the guys I’d screwed previously had shaved or waxed. But this was much nicer.

One hand palmed a breast, the other holding the back of my neck. All the better to guide my mouth to his. It wasn’t a polite first kiss. But then, I guess we were probably well past that stage. His firm lips pressed hard against mine, slick tongue sliding into my mouth. The man kissed me with a decade’s worth of hunger and longing. I might not have known for quite that long, but I answered him just the same.

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