“I am,” he replies, “Between the sheets.”
I squeal as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder just like he said he would. I ignore the whistles and catcalls as he takes me straight to his room, ignoring anyone who tries to talk to him. He turns on the lights and slams the door shut with a kick of his foot, closing us in. He then throws me on the bed, staring down at me like a hunter looking at his prey. I swallow hard as he pulls off his T-shirt, revealing his powerful body. My heart is in my chest as he unbuckles his belt, undoes his button and zipper, and lets his jeans fall to the ground. He kicks them away, then pulls down his boxer briefs, exposing himself to me fully. Looking down at me, he puffs out a breath and rubs the back of his head.
“Fuck, maybe I should take a cold shower before I come to you,” he mutters. “I can’t remember the last time I went without sex for this long . . . and it’s you. I don’t wanna fuckin’ scare you.”
“I can handle anything you want to give,” I say in a voice that doesn’t sound like my own.
It sounds strong.
Sultry.
A woman who knows what she wants and is going to get it.
I allow my gaze to lower to his cock, which is jutting out, strong and proud. I linger on the piercing, wondering what it was going to feel like.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “With you looking at me like that . . .”
Sliding to the end of the bed, I slide off my pumps and jewelry and then stand up. “Undress me,” I tell him in a soft command.
Licking his lips, he reaches out and pulls my top off, staring at my white lace bra before undoing my jeans and sliding them off. When they don’t come off easily— they’re so damn tight—I giggle. He groans, “How did you get into these? Christ, Lana, they’re like a second skin.”
“Are you complaining?” I ask breathlessly as he makes me lie back down on the bed so he can pull them off.
“Right now I am,” he says, kissing my stomach after he finally gets them off, leaving me in my panties and bra.
“Beautiful.”
I shiver at the reverence in his tone.
Kissing my belly button, he trails his mouth lower, kissing over my lace panties until he reaches my center. Then, with his thumbs, he pulls the scrap of cloth down, his face right in front of my pussy. Without hesitation, his mouth is on me, his tongue working magic, licking and sucking with purpose. I look down at his blond hair, threading my fingers through it and pulling. Lifting my hips, I silently beg for more, and he gives it to me, his tongue flicking on my clit.
It hits me with no warning.
My back arching, I grit my teeth to stop myself screaming as I come.
He’s merciless with me, gripping my thighs to spread them farther, his whole face all over me.
“Tracker,” I whimper as I come back to myself, the feeling getting too sensitive. He sits back on his knees and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Perfect,” he rasps. “But next time I wanna hear you scream, Lana, don’t try to be quiet. I want to hear you.”
“I’ve never come that hard,” I rasp.
Tracker grins, a satisfied look on his face. “Baby, this is just the beginning.”
Getting on the bed, he straddles me, a knee on each side of my hips, his cock resting on my stomach.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly, sliding down the straps of my bra, then pulling down the cups. “Been greedy with you, haven’t I? I haven’t even tasted these yet, rushed straight to your sweet pussy.”
I really didn’t mind.
Lowering his head, he sucks a nipple into his mouth, then pulls back to taste the other. Plumping my breasts together, he licks the space between them. “Even better than I imagined.”
“Tracker.” I sigh.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, reaching a hand down between us to position himself.
“Yeah.”
“I wanna fuck you raw,” he says kissing my lips. “Been tested while I was waiting for you. Let me have you, Lana.”
Not thinking, just feeling, I nod. “Okay.”
“Thank fuck,” he growls, sliding into me, slowly. I can tell he’s using all his restraint not to slide home in one thrust.
“Tracker,” I whisper. “I can take it.”
He slides the rest of the way, cursing. “You feel so good Lana. So fuckin’ worth the wait.”
I lift my hips in time with his thrusts. I soon realize the extra sensations I can feel are because of his piercing, something which I plan to explore further. His mouth stays on mine, our lips never losing contact. I can tell that he’s a man who loves kissing, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. The way he kisses is perfect, so sensual and erotic, especially the way he slides his tongue over mine and nibbles on my bottom lip. When he starts kissing my neck, I feel my orgasm building.
“Come with me, baby,” he whispers against my mouth, before returning to kissing me. Raising my arms over my head with our fingers threaded together, he pushes me into the mattress, taking what he needs and giving me the same in return.
His thrusts become deeper, and faster, and I can’t help the moan that spills from my lips. Everything is so intense, including my physical and emotional response to him.
“Lana,” he whispers, his mouth returning to mine, kissing me like this is the last time he’ll ever taste my lips.
He waits for me to come a second time before he joins me, spurting his hot come inside me. Resting his forehead against mine, his eyes tightly closed, he vows, “I would do anything to protect you Lana, to protect this.”