Then his hands flew up, taking my top with it with such force I had no choice but to lift my arms. It was gone for nary a second when his fingers gripped me at the waist, I was up, twisted and he was walking, taking me with him. Then as quickly as I was up, I was down on my back in Tack’s bed and he was on top of me.
All this happened and I didn’t even have a chance to take a breath.
My hands went to his shoulders. “Tack –”
“Three hours.”
“Why are you saying –?”
I didn’t finish my question, his mouth crushed down on mine and there was no gentle coaxing to open for his tongue. It spiked out, forcing itself between my lips and then it was in my mouth. His kisses could be hungry, they could be demanding but he’d never kissed me like this. No one had ever kissed me like this. I didn’t even know you could kiss like this. It drained me dry at the same time it filled me up. Filled me full of what, I wasn’t sure except all of it was good.
Then his fingers were in my bra, pulling the cup down, they curved around the bottom of my breast and lifted it. His mouth released mine and he twisted his torso down and sucked my nipple into his mouth, hard.
“Oh God,” I moaned as the heady sensations tore through me, my hands lifted, fingers sifting into his hair to hold him to me.
His other hand went to my shorts, he unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the top button and pulled the zip down maybe half an inch before his hand was in, sliding through the instant wetness his mouth at my nipple created. His middle finger slid through, I gasped and then stopped breathing when it filled me.
Then it started moving as Tack released my nipple and demanded, “Get your other tit ready for me.”
I didn’t hesitate. He sucked my nipple back into his mouth, more wetness surged between my legs and my hand left his head, my fingers went to the other cup of my bra and pulled it down. Then my hand curved around the underside and his head shifted, his finger between my legs still moving, he sucked my other nipple sharply into his mouth as his finger and thumb rolled the one his mouth left behind.
God. God. Amazing.
My h*ps bucked and my back arched. Then my h*ps moved with his hand, fast, hard, demanding.
His mouth left my nipple and came to mine.
“Greedy,” he growled, fingers at my nipple and between my legs still working.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
“What do you want, Tyra?”
My arms moved around his shoulders, my h*ps still moving with his hand. “Your cock, Tack, I want your cock,” I breathed against his lips.
His hands left me instantly then the zipper on my shorts zipped down. Tack tore them off, taking my panties with them.
He got on his knees between my legs and I watched him tug off his tee and toss it aside as I lifted up, my hands moving directly to his jeans. I opened them and tugged them down his hips, my eyes glued through the shadows to the beauty of him.
“Lie back, spread wide for me, baby,” he ordered, my head tipped back and my mouth went dry with want.
Then I did as I was told, lying back and spreading my legs wide and at first, Tack didn’t move. He just kneeled between my legs and I felt his eyes on me. Then he leaned in, put a hand in the bed beside me, arm straight. He lifted the other hand and trailed his fingers from my throat, down my chest, between my br**sts, down my ribs, belly, down, sliding between my legs.
“Tack,” I whispered, my voice urgent, my h*ps lifting to deepen his touch.
His finger slid inside and a moan slid out of my throat.
“Greedy cunt,” he muttered and his thumb hit me right where I needed it, my body jolted and my neck arched. “My girl’s got a greedy cunt.”
I didn’t respond. His thumb was moving. It felt good, unbelievably good, fantastic. So good, I was close to cl**ax.
“Look at me, Red.”
I dipped my chin, tried to focus on him as his thumb went away but the tip of his c**k slid inside.
“Yes,” I breathed, grinding down and taking him inside.
The minute I did, his body covered mine and he started moving, fast, hard, rough and deep.
“Yes, baby,” I breathed in his ear, “fuck me.”
My h*ps moved with his thrusts, my knees lifting, thighs tucking tight to his sides, my hands slid down his back so my fingers could dig into his hard ass.
God, he felt good. So good. And he was good at it. Great. Unbelievable. No one better. No one.
I felt his teeth nip the skin of my neck and it arched as that and his driving c**k took me, already primed, crashing over the edge.
One of my hands released his ass and lifted, grasping his hair as I cried out. I lifted my hips, wrapping my legs around his back. I held on as he rode me through my orgasm, harder, harder, my body jolting, my limbs tightening, the beautiful pressure released only to build again instantly.
“You’re done and your pu**y wants more,” he growled in my ear, his hands spanning my hips, yanking me up to meet his deepening thrusts.
“Yes…,” I gasped through his grunts as I started coming again, the beauty of it rolling over me, “Yes.”
My neck arched and my heels dug in his back as I lifted my h*ps further and he drove harder.
I was coming down, holding him tight, Tack thrusting deep, grunting with the effort, my tongue at the skin of his neck when his rhythm changed, slowed, but all the power of him shifted to his h*ps as he pounded hard and his grunts turned to groans.
Then he stopped, buried deep inside me, and gave me his weight. I liked his weight, his warmth, his smell, his body connected to mine and I held on tighter.
In my life, I’d had five lovers and I had chosen them all carefully. I thought all were close enough to perfect before I took them to my bed. And none of them gave me what Tack gave me. Not even close.
He shifted some of his weight to a forearm in the bed as his other hand drifted up the skin of my side and with his lips at my ear he whispered, “Three hours.”
My limbs convulsed and I whispered back, “Why do you keep saying that?”
He lifted his head and I felt his eyes on my face through the darkness. “That’s how long they had you.”
I forgot how to breathe.
Tack did not. He spoke.
“They’re gonna bleed.”
It was a vow.
My body went as still as my lungs.
He went on. “Rivers of blood.”
That was a vow too.
Oh. My. God.
“Tack –” I forced out.