Page 43 of Claiming Ours (Anchor Bay #2)

I arched my pierced brow at Baylee, finding her eyes already on me. “What do you say, Kitten?” I teased as I toyed with the tip of her ponytail, tugging on it sharply. “Do we need a distraction?”

“Depends.” She licked her lips. “What do you have in mind?”

Swallowing down a groan at her breathless tone, I examined the clearing, zeroing in on a cluster of boulders and rocks several feet away.

Fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, I guided Baylee in that direction.

With every stomp of my boots, my need for her swelled as I pictured her pinned against a smooth rock while I showed her just how amazing my pierced dick would feel sliding along the walls of her pussy.

Pausing at a smooth boulder that came up mid-thigh, I sat in front of her, shifting my hand around from the back of her neck to lightly grasp her throat.

A guttural groan escaped her parted lips, and my lids slammed shut at the erotic sensation of her throat moving beneath my palm when she swallowed hard.

With her between my spread thighs, I moved my free hand beneath the hem of her long-sleeve T-shirt to skim up her stomach, then trace a single fingertip along the band of her sports bra.

Peering up through my lashes, I wordlessly begged for approval.

At her permission, I slid my hand higher to palm one full breast, squeezing and scraping a nail against the tight material where I could feel her peaked tip underneath.

Her lids fluttered closed at the small contact, breath whooshing from her lungs as her head fell back.

“Take it all off for me,” I demanded, releasing her throat to lean back onto my elbows, eager to watch the striptease.

Heated gaze locked on me, she pulled the shirt off, setting it on the rock beside me to keep it off the soggy ground, followed by her sports bra, leaving her naked from the waist up.

Bits of rock dug into my palms when I pushed off to sit up straight. Hands around her narrow waist, I tugged her even closer to seal my lips around her pebbled nipples. Her fingers slid through my hair, holding me there as I sucked and nipped.

Switching sides, I played with the saliva-covered nipple, twisting and tugging while I sucked on the other. My name fell from her lips like a prayer and curse woven together. Releasing her with a pop, I gripped the back of her neck and guided her face to mine so I could devour her lips.

The hand around her waist dipped beneath her jeans and panties, fingers sliding to her slick core. A pleasure-filled groan rattled from my chest and escaped to vibrate between our lips.

“You’re soaked for me, Kitten.” I flicked her swollen clit, making her entire body shudder. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she panted, eyes open wide and locked on me. “I want you, Memphis. Here, right now. Like you like it.”

My already stiff cock pressed even harder against my zipper at her words.

“You just had that virgin pussy fucked yesterday, Bay. You’re sore and?—”

She gripped my chin, shocking the hell out of me with both the move and firm hold.

“It’s my body. I do with it as I want. I know what I need, I know what I can handle, and I know how I feel. Now, if you don’t want to fuck me, fine, I’ll go find Liam and?—”

I batted her hand away and stood, towering over her petite frame.

Rotating our positions, I gently pushed her to sit in the space I just vacated.

Big blue eyes full of heat and trust gazed up at me.

A breath caught in my chest as I took her in.

This was real, a moment I dreamed of for years was playing out right before me.

Unlike the unreal moments in the days previous, it was just us, only me and Baylee.

“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I said, trailing a finger between her breasts to her belly button. When her fingers went to the top button, I pushed them aside. “Allow me the pleasure of unwrapping the gift you’re giving me.”

I took my time, treasuring each brush of my fingers along her soft skin as I slowly undid her jeans and worked the denim and panties over her hips. After removing both boots and socks, I pulled her pants free, tossing them to the side, careful to keep them off the soggy ground.

I ran the tip of my thumb along my lower lip, mouth literally watering at the beauty before me. Adjusting myself, I reached between her thighs, sliding a single finger into her hot pussy. Baylee groaned, back arching off the boulder when I added another.

“Does that feel good, Bay? You like my fingers stroking you from the inside.”

“Yes,” she breathed. Her hand wrapped around my wrist and added to the movement making it more forceful, thrusting my two fingers deeper. “Fuck, I’m so worked up, I’m close.”

“Well, that makes two of us,” I chuckled.

With my free hand, I worked the buckle loose on my belt and popped the button of the borrowed jeans.

With a bit of room, I shoved my hand into my briefs and fisted my throbbing cock.

A hiss whispered through my teeth when I flicked the piercing.

“I can’t wait for you to feel this bit of steel slide along your walls, feel it stroking you in a way you’ll never forget. ”

“Oh shit,” she panted. “Please, Memphis.”

“I’ve got you, Bay.” Twisting my angle, I flicked her swollen nub with my thumb while adding a third finger, stuffing her full. “Come for me, Kitten.”

Baylee’s lips parted as her head fell backwards and an elicit moan rattled through the trees. Birds chirped and fluttered into the sky at the erotic sound. Not me though, I didn’t even fucking blink, wanting to memorize every second of our moment.

Slowing my movements, she relaxed along the stone, murmuring my praises. When those light lashes fluttered open and her hooded gaze locked with mine, I tightened my grip on my cock to keep from exploding in my pants.

That look was a perfect mix of love and lust, intoxicating and a damn aphrodisiac, if my pulsing cock was any sign. And then she went and amped up the already electric moment.

Raising her hands, she pressed both wrists together in a type of offering and flicked her gaze to my belt.

“Want to put that thing to good use?” she asked, licking her lower lip.

“Fucking hell, woman, are you trying to get me to come before I’m inside you?” Her slow sultry smile contrasted the shake of her head. Huffing in fake annoyance, I freed my hand and slid the leather free of the loops, allowing it to dangle from my fingers.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, please.” I hesitated. “Fucking hell. I’m not delicate, remember. Now tie me up and fuck me like you want to.”

Well shit. Seemed Baylee turned bossy when she was denied cock. Good to know because I fucking loved it.

“Like I want, huh?” She nodded, her blonde hair swaying with the movement. “Then flip around, Kitten, and push that perfect ass into the air, hands behind your back.” My fingers twitched at my side, wanting to help her as she did as I instructed, but watching was part of my fun.

Cheek resting on the smooth rock, legs spread giving me a barely-there glimpse at her glistening cunt, ass lifted, and the cherry on the erotic moment was both hands resting on her lower back like I asked.

“Such a good Kitten, aren’t you? Now let’s tie up those hands so I don’t get clawed when things get rough.

” Wrapping a hand around both of her wrists, I leaned in close, lips brushing against her earlobe.

“Because that’s exactly how I plan to take your tight pussy.

I’ll make you scream my name so loud and long that there won’t be an animal left in these woods that won’t run at the sound. ”

The leather slid along my palm, making me shiver as I wrapped it around her delicate wrists, careful to keep it comfortable for her first time.

Later I’d add in the slight mix of pain that came with a tighter binding but not now.

Not when I was seconds away from losing it at just the sight of her tied up and waiting for me.

And only me.

Not Dean.

Not Liam.

Me.

Only me.

Stepping between her thighs, I gripped both hips and hiked her ass higher in the air to give me the angle I needed.

Shoving the jeans and boxer briefs down to my thighs, I guided my pierced head to her dripping entrance.

My teeth sank into my lower lip, quieting my groan as I pushed forward, her pussy stretching around me so perfectly.

A garbled curse met my ears as I continued to push deeper, fascinated at the way she took all of me.

“Damn, Kitten, you were made to stretch around my cock, weren’t you? Born to be here, just like this with nowhere to go but take what I’m giving you.”

“Yes,” she cried out. “That feels… that feels so….” Her head shook. “Unreal. It’s so different. And amazing,” she sighed as I slowly withdrew.

Her soft flesh molded around my fingers where they dug into her hips, which had me smirking at the possibility of leaving bruises. Good. I wanted to mark her, for me and her to see later and remind us of this moment.

I slowly worked my cock in and out of her cunt, thighs trembling with the restraint to not slam into her hard and find the orgasm that I held at bay. Which was working until that fucker Liam called out, knowing his words would trigger the other kink I admitted to the other night.

“Memphis, Baylee,” he called out, making me still. “You two better not let me catch you or there will be hell to pay. I’m coming to find you.”

His deep voice rolled through the clearing, making a sensual shiver slide down my spine.

Fuck, what was it about that bastard that did something for me, added that edge of danger and the forbidden? Either way, the suggestion of Baylee and I being caught like this, with our pants down and my dick balls-deep inside her had me slamming into her hard.

A pleasure-filled moan floated between us as I drew back and thrust forward again. Baylee cried out my name, begging me to move faster, to hit deeper. Dropping my hold on one hip, I wrapped my fingers into her silky strands and tugged, pulling her face off the boulder.

“You want it rough, Kitten, then hold the fuck on.”

The sound of crunching leaves, of squelched footsteps spurred me even faster. A familiar zing radiated from my balls, telling me I was close, and by the way Baylee squeezed around me, she was too.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Kitten. Come with me, scream my name for him to hear.”

And that she did, her voice cracking at the end as she trembled in my hold and my own orgasm raced through me, making my thighs tremble, and head swim from the force.

Drawing out every last drop of cum to ensure she’d be leaking me all night, I stayed inside her, leaning forward to press my chest against her back.

Our labored breaths were the only sound I could hear. For several seconds we savored the moment, until a large shadow crept over us. Looking over my shoulder, I smirked at Liam behind me, his gaze locked on where I was buried deep in our girl.

“Seems I caught you,” he muttered, rubbing at his scruff. “You ready for more, sweetheart? Or did our boy wear you out?”

“More,” she muttered, lids closed but a smile on her lips. “Always more with you two.”

Damn straight.

More, always more with these two.