Page 29 of The Pucking Date (Defenders Diaries #3)
I blink, still reeling. One hand is extended, the other waiting to touch me again. My pulse stumbles as the shift settles in; this isn’t Finn asking. Because he already knows I’ll obey. And when I slide my fingers into his, the last of my resistance crumbles.
I’m done fighting this. Done fighting him .
We cut through the lounge like a live wire. I feel the stares—sponsors, teammates, Chad—but none of it matters to me right now.
The elevator ride stretches in charged silence. He doesn’t touch me, but I feel him everywhere. When the doors open on his floor, my pulse is already racing.
His keycard clicks. The door shuts behind us. And then his hands are on my hips, walking me backward through the darkened room until the back of my legs hit the wall.
“You’ve been looking at me all night,” he murmurs against my ear, “like you wanted to do things to me.” He pulls back just enough for our eyes to meet in the dim light.
“You’re going to take everything I give you tonight,” he declares, lips grazing mine.
“Because we’re done pretending you don’t belong to me. ”
A shiver barrels down my spine.
“Say it.” His fingers flex against my thigh, rough and sure. “Say you’re mine.”
My voice is in shreds, but I give him what he wants. “I’m yours.”
Suddenly his body is so close, a hand around my waist, the other holding the back of my head. His face is inches from mine when he whispers, “You have no idea what you are doing to me.”
“I do,” I whisper. “I know exactly what I do to you. And tonight, I want all of it.”
I barely get the words out before his mouth comes crashing down to mine. He’s ravenous, growling with my bottom lip between his teeth. I need him like my next breath, gasping for air with every swipe of his tongue against mine.
Then my dress is gone. My underwear next. And he’s still fully clothed, standing over me with that look, like he owns me.
The firm muscles of his body feel otherworldly against my palms. I cascade my hands up and down his back, reveling in how strong he is. His hands grip my ass as he hoists me up, pressing me against his erection, and I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct, grinding against him.
“My girl wants this, doesn’t she?” he growls against my lips, pressing me into the bulge in his pants.
“Yes!” I cry, my core burning up.
“Then get on your knees, sugar, and take what’s yours.”
I scramble to my knees as fast as I can, lust coiling in my belly. I’m so eager to pull his cock out that my fingers clumsily fumble with the zipper of his pants while he gently brushes strands of my hair out of my face, looking down at me.
“You look so pretty on your knees,” he rasps as I finally manage to slide his pants down his hips. My juices are flowing down my legs.
With his hand still firmly in my hair, he guides my face toward his crotch.
Pulling his boxers down, I run my tongue along the length of his shaft, reaching the head and circling my tongue around it.
His breath stutters as he gasps and shifts his hips forward.
I lick his cock again, teasing him, feeling him tense, and hearing him pant.
I want more , I think while I bob my head on his shaft, coating his dick with my saliva.
He holds his breath, and I’m sure he’s going to come in my mouth.
But instead, he lets out a roar and yanks me off the floor, depositing me on the bed.
“Lie down,” he growls, and pushes me on my back.
His mouth finds my breasts, and I let out a gasp, a mix of pain and pleasure.
My hips are writhing against him as his teeth gently tease my nipple.
His hand massages the other breast, making my body light up.
As he inches downward, one tortuous lick at a time, I stare up at the ceiling, drunk on the sensation of him on me, my vision blurred. I feel his stubble on my thighs, his finger grazing my seam.
“Fuck, Jessica, you’re soaked. Look at the mess you’re making, you dirty girl,” he grinds out, pushing a finger inside of me, then another. He draws his broad tongue along the crevice, letting out a delicious moan.
“More,” I cry in a desperate gasp, trying to writhe my hips away, the sensation too much and not enough at the same time. But he holds me firmly in place.
“You’ve been drivin’ me outta my mind for a year, Red,” he snarls. “Walkin’ around like sin in heels.”
He doesn’t rush. Doesn’t tease. He consumes —every moan, every twitch, every beg.
“I’m so close,” I pant with my legs clenching around his ears. He hums, sending vibrations through my core. When he feels me convulsing around his tongue and my legs tremble, he twirls his tongue around my clit, tossing me over the edge.
The world fractures. My fists are in his hair, pulling him closer as my legs shake, wave after wave washing over me.
Once I finally quiet down, he groans and slides up my body, kissing my stomach.
I close my eyes for a minute, and when I open them again, he has stripped off his clothes and sheathed his cock in a condom.
“I need to fuck you now, sugar,” he murmurs against my mouth, while I latch my legs around his waist, pulling him in.
“Give me all you got, Carolina,” I moan, while he lines himself up with my opening.
The tip of his cock presses against my soaked entrance.
With one rapid jerk, he drags me onto his cock, impaling me and sinking all the way in.
His gaze is locked on mine as he plunges hard inside me.
Once he’s in all the way, he pulls out and slams back in.
The pleasure of having him inside me is otherworldly. Picking up speed, he grunts with each thrust. My legs are draped over his arms, allowing him to hit me deeper, harder. Again and again, he pushes into me.
“I’m coming!” I scream, not caring who will hear. My eyes are shut, lost in the sensation.
“Eyes on me, Jessica,” he orders, and I obey. As our gazes meet, he growls, “I love fucking you.”
I pull him down by his neck, watching him as he pounds into me.
The groans he makes with each thrust wind me higher and higher.
We are locked on each other, my nails scraping his back as I splinter in his hands, feeling the telling sign of his cock pulsing inside me.
When he comes, he roars so loud that I think they must have heard us at the top of the mountain.