Authors: Staci Hart
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Erotica, #Romantic, #Romance, #Romantic Suspense, #Romantic Erotica, #Mystery & Suspense, #Suspense
He grabbed my arm, and I tried to twist out of his grip, but we were moving so fast that the motion sent both of us off balance. We hit the ground with a thud, and he landed on top of me, pinning my hands to the ground over my head. My backpack laid a few feet away, and my buff had slipped down. His eyes scanned my face as we both breathed heavy, his big hands like a vice around my wrists and his wide shoulders looming over me.
“What … the fuck?” he panted. His lips were full, his eyes dark, and his jaw muscles bounced under his stubble as his teeth clenched.
“Let me go,” I said through mine.
“I just wanted to talk to you,” he said, his brow low, his voice deep, full of disbelief. “What are you running from?”
The words were simple, and I knew he couldn’t possibly know what they meant to me. That question had hung over me like a rainy cloud, one I ignored as an absolute rule. I knew what he was asking. But something about the way he said it, with his voice full of wonder and exhaustion, or maybe the honesty in his question … something about it hit me. Adrenaline pumped through my body, and I couldn’t think. I could only react.
I brought my mouth to his before he could pull away. His lips were still for a split second, telegraphing his confusion, but as soon as he realized what was happening, they parted and met mine. He pushed me into the roof with his hips.
My hands were still in his, pinned over my head as he kissed me. Our lips found frantic rhythm, and the sound of our heavy breath, the weight of his body against mine, all of it combined overwhelmed me. He pulled back and asked, stunned, “Who are you?”
I didn’t answer, just lifted my face to kiss him again, not wanting him to know. Not wanting to know.
I shifted under him, and he let my hands go. They found their way around his neck, and I pulled him as close as I could. His fingertips grazed my jaw, trailed down my neck and to the zipper of my leather jacket. He tugged it open and slipped his hand inside, across my stomach, to my waist, and I hooked my legs around him.
He pulled away again, swollen lips parted as he looked down at me.
“Don’t stop.” I tightened my hold to meet his lips again, and he didn’t fight it. His hands roamed up my ribs to my breasts where he thumbed my peaked nipple through the thin fabric of my bra. I moaned into his mouth.
I wanted more. It had been too long, so long that the heat between my thighs was unbearable. I moved against him, feeling how much he wanted me through the fabric of his sweats. He pushed back, rolling his hips in time to mine, fast and hard. The adrenaline from the chase was still raging as I dragged my hands down his solid chest, lingering for a moment over his nipples through his shirt, then down his abs, feeling each ridge of his muscles, memorizing each one. He raised up, and I slipped my hand into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his cock, hard and hot in my palm.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I sucked on his neck and pumped him slow, and he rocked his hips, pushing and pulling in long motions before he dipped his head and took my mouth again.
I needed release, needed him inside of me. Walking away was the absolute last thing I wanted to do. It was my turn to pull away.
“Fuck me,” I whispered with my eyes on his lips.
Shock registered on his face. “Tell me your name.”
I kissed him again, our tongues rolling and twisting around each other, and I pulled his bottom lip between my teeth, sucking hard before letting go.
“Stop asking questions and fuck me.” I pulled his pants under his ass and raked my nails over the skin.
“Christ,” he moaned, and kissed me again before pulling away. He jerked his chin. “Roll over,” he growled.
I did as I was told, panting as I laid my palms on the rooftop. I wanted him so bad, so fucking bad my clit ached at the thought of him touching me again.
I glanced back to find him pulling a condom out of his wallet with his tank hitched up, exposing his abs. My eyes were locked on his fingers as he ripped it open and rolled it on his cock, thick and long, then gripped himself, flashing a crooked smile when he caught me looking.
He leaned over and pressed his chest to my back, and I rolled my hips, leaning into him. He propped himself up with one hand, using the other to deftly unbutton my pants, unzip them, and slip his hand into my panties.
His fingers found my tender clit, and I moaned at the contact, the muscles in my thighs clenching in answer to his touch. He slipped his finger up my slit then back again to rub my bud in slow circles as I swayed my hips against his hand.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he whispered into my hair.
“Get in me, now,” I panted.
He let me go, and I was almost sorry I’d asked, instantly missing his touch. He sat back on his heels, and I looked over my shoulder again, watching him. His eyes were on my ass as he hooked his fingers into the band of my jeans and tugged, slipping them over my hips, down my thighs. I arched my back, tilting my hips so he could see my pussy, and I smiled when he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His gaze was locked between my legs as he lifted up again and ran the pad of his finger up and down my slick entrance.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck yes.”
He laid a hand between my shoulder blades and ran it down the back of my leather jacket, stopping in the dip just above my ass. My hips flexed, waiting for him in near agony.
“Please,” I begged, and his fingers clenched, grabbing a handful of leather, and his cock pressed against my pussy. I rolled my hips and leaned back, trying to force him in, but he backed away, teasing me for just a moment. A frustrated groan passed my lips just before he pulled me onto his rigid cock by the back of my jacket. He filled me completely, pushed until he hit the end, and I couldn’t even breathe, just waited, frozen, feeling him inside of me.
“Jesus Christ.” His words were barely intelligible.
“Go,” I whispered, and he arched over me, propping himself with one hand on the roof, the other finding the bend in my waist. He pulled out slow and slid in hard, guiding me with his hand again and again, then leaned forward to touch my clit, rubbing circles in time with our hips as he slammed into me.
My arms and legs shook, and I sucked in a breath, my chest heaving as I inched closer. My eyes squeezed shut as a shock shot through me and I screamed, feeling my walls contract, pulling him deeper as I came.
His hands moved to my hips as he raised up again and pulled me onto his cock hard and fast. I panted, trying to catch my breath and thoughts until he pulled out far and rammed into me, burying himself, grinding his hips once, twice before he came with a rumbling cry.
“God … fucking … dammit,” he moaned, each word punctuated by a slow thrust of his hips, and he bent over me, pressing his lips into my hair as he wrapped an arm around my waist. I leaned into him for a moment, feeling him still throbbing inside of me as he nuzzled into my hair and squeezed his rough, callused hand where it rested in the curve of my hip.
I didn’t know how long we stayed that way, moving slowly against each other, feeling the final tremors roll us as our heartbeats slowed. He finally let me go and backed away, and I snapped back into reality. The heat and urgency had passed, and I was left cuddling with a stranger on a rooftop. He couldn’t know who I was. I had to get the fuck out of there, because if I didn’t, neither of us would walk away before finding out.
I rolled over onto my back and pulled up my jeans while he took off the condom and stood, looking around for somewhere to get rid of it. I paused with my hand on my pack as I watched him. I saw every detail on the roof — his back as he walked away, felt the cool breeze on my cheeks, everything — before I pulled on my buff and ran.
MY LEGS ACHED AS I climbed the stairs to the warehouse loft, wanting nothing more than a shower and my bed. I could still smell him on me, feel his touch, and I tried to push him out of my head to the beat of my boots on the steps.
I slid open the metal door to the sound of music and laughter. Everyone sat around the long table still in their gear, where Jade’s brother, Jace, sat sorting through the loot. Cher was twisting a chocolate curl around her finger looking tired, and Morgan yawned from next to her, her lips pulled into a tall ’o’. Erin looked me over with questions in her bright eyes, but I only shook my head. I didn’t know how much to even tell her.
Jade stood by Jace’s side looking smug, her blond hair in a tight bun and her hands on her skinny hips. Her face had one mode: full bitch.
“Where the fuck have you been, Cory?” Jace shot, his blue eyes cold and narrow.
face was permanently set to douchebagger.
“Picking flowers, asshole.” I took off my backpack and tossed it on the table. “None of your goddamn business.” I turned for the fridge and grabbed a beer. The cap dug into my hand when I twisted, and I couldn’t get the neck to my lips fast enough.
“It’s my business when you have
merchandise,” Jace answered.
I hopped on the counter. “It’s not
merchandise, asshole. I’m pretty sure you were sitting here on your smart ass playing World of Warcraft while
ran all over Midtown.”
“Fuck you, Cory,” the male spawn of Satan said, and I absently wondered if his mother had horns and scales.
“You wish, Jace.”
He turned to everyone else, blatantly ignoring me. “Good haul, girls. I’ll have it sold tomorrow, so you can go buy new shoes or whatever the fuck you bitches spend money on.”
Everyone else shifted with a huff or an eye roll.
“And you wonder why you have no girlfriend.” I brought the bottle to my lips again.
“I’m fucking charming, you bitch. I’m a goddamn catch.” His cheeks turned a shade of red that made his hair look almost white. I couldn’t help but smile.
“Jesus, Cory. I don’t know why you have to be such a cunt all the time.” Jade sneered.
“I guess you’re finally rubbing off on me.”
She crossed her arms. “In your dreams.”
I shrugged. I knew every button that Jade had, and they all blinked at me, begging to be pushed. “You’re not my type.”
“Yeah, we all know that, skank, even though equipment doesn’t seem to be a deciding factor.” She gestured to Erin, whose eyes narrowed.
“What the fuck does that matter?” I asked coolly as I slipped off the counter and set my beer down.
She shrugged and looked away with a shake of her head, playing like she didn’t care when I knew better. “I guess it doesn’t matter if you’re a dyke or bi, or whatever it is you are.”
I smiled and stepped to her. “You’re so fucking uptight. When was the last time you got laid?”
Jade met my eyes as her lips slipped into a leer. “At least when I did it was with an actual dick. Tell me, when you and Erin fuck, who gets to wear the strap-on?”
I didn’t think twice, just cranked back and hooked her in the eye with a pop. It was a reflex, I swear. And as many times as Jade and I fought, it barely fazed anyone. She rebounded with her teeth bared, screaming as she lunged for me. I leaned back, dodging her easily as Jace grabbed her around the waist.
“Calm the fuck down,” he yelled at me.
“I feel better. Thanks, Jace.” I patted him on the shoulder and left the drama behind me in the kitchen.
The warehouse was dark, lit only by moonlight that shone in through the windows, casting stretched out rectangles across the concrete floors. I walked through the living room, past our rooms, and into the bathroom.
It was pitch black, and I felt around on the tiled wall for the light switch, almost hissing when the fluorescent lights buzzed on. I squinted and flipped it back off, opting for the soft vanity lights instead. My reflection was golden in the mirror, my fair skin bronzed by the glow of the low light. I ran my fingers under my eyes, trying to clean up the mess of my kohl liner that brightened my green eyes by shades. I pulled off my buff and tossed it, flipped back my hood and unzipped my jacket, peeling off layer after layer of black until I was naked with my long, dark hair hanging over my shoulders.
The faucet squeaked as I turned it all the way to hot and shook out my hair with my fingers, stretching my shoulders. My body ached in the best way, and I stepped into the stream once it was hot, lifting my chin to let the water run down my face. I let out a heavy sigh.
I pressed my fingers into my muscles, wondering where Erin was. She almost always showered with me after a job, always hot after the adrenaline of a run. Tonight, I’d already gotten mine, but I was positive she was still wanting.
He ran through my thoughts again as I tried to process what had gone down, distantly wondering if it was real. I thought through every moment, replayed it again with my eyes closed and the steaming water beating down on my body.
“Hey,” Erin said from the other side of the shower curtain, her voice echoing. “You okay?”