Page 77 of Wrecked By a Devil

“Not yet.” My hands slide up her back, my fingers digging in through the thin fabric, forcing her to stay absolutely still while I’m buried completely in her. “I want you to feel everything first.”

I let her adjust to the sheer size of me stretching her open. She whimpers against my mouth, a desperate, broken sound that I drink in greedily. Only when I feel her walls slick and melting around me do I finally give her what she’s begging for.

I start a brutal, upward rhythm, lifting her up and slamming her back down onto my lap. The movie theater seats creaks beneath our combined weight, the movie soundtrack masking the wet, rhythmic slaps of our skin clashing together. Riley clings to myshoulders, her nails digging straight through the fabric of my shirt.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” I dig my fingers into her ass as she continues to ride me.

She’s incredibly loud in the empty theater, tossing her head back reaching the edge of an explosive orgasm. I push her over it, picking up the pace until she shudders, her entire body clamping down around my dick in a fierce, crushing wave of release. The feeling destroys whatever restraint I have left and I drive into her two more times, hard and deep, before filling her up, my groan swallowed by the curve of her neck.

Riley collapses on me, our bodies sweaty and worn out, while the credits of the movie continue to roll in the background on the massive screen, casting blue and white light over us. She’s heavy against my chest, her breathing starting to slow down.

“You’re sleeping at my place tonight,” I whisper into her hair and she doesn’t protest.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Riley

I feel the warmth of Zeke’s body before I open my eyes. His heavy arm is wrapped tight around my waist, my back pressed to his front. From the steady rhythm of his breathing I can tell that he’s still sleeping. I blink twice, my eyes adjusting to the light coming from the tall windows in Zeke’s bedroom, and the sudden wave of emotions washes over me as I remember last night.

I never thought I would have sex in a public place, but something about Zeke and whatever this thing happening between us might be, makes me want to try new and exciting things. Maybe I never got to know myself well enough because I never felt safe to just feel.

With Zeke that’s as easy as breathing. Like just being in his presence awakens a part of me that’s been dormant my entire life. And I would be lying if I said that I’m not liking every minute of it.

“Mhhm…” Still asleep, Zeke moves against my back, and suddenly I become a little too aware of his dick.

The memory of him fucking me in that movie theater last night flashes in front of my eyes and I have to remind myself that it’s a bad idea to ask him if we could stay here in this room for the rest of the day and have him make love to me.

“You’re awake,” his sleepy voice sends tingles between my legs.

“Yup,” I whisper, turning around to face him. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” his lips curve into a lazy smile. “Did you sleep well?”

I nod, reaching my hand to touch his cheek as if he might not being real and he’ll evaporate any minute now. “Your bed is a lot more comfortable than mine.”

“I know,” he laughs, still sleepy. “I had to get a full body massage after sleeping in your bed.”

“Now you’re exaggerating,” I roll my eyes playfully. “It’s not that bad. But yours is better.”

“Agree to disagree on the first part of that sentence,” He leans in for a kiss, my hands tangling in his messy hair as my body instantly arches against his when his grip tightness on my waist.

Big mistake.

When my bare skin brushes against his abs, I’m reminded in the most painful way that I’m not wearing panties and I pull away immediately. “I have an early shift…”

But now I can’t shake off the image of my ripped thong being thrown to the floor and the hungry look in Zeke’s eyes as he was controlling my rhythm when I was riding him.

“There’s nothing wrong with being a little late.” His grip gets stronger and it takes all of my willpower to resist him. In fact, I don’t. I let him pull me in for another kiss, this time his tongue sliding between my lips as I taste heaven. Or the closest thing to heaven that I can possibly imagine.

My leg wraps around his waist, the instant touch of his bulge against my needy center feeling like a relief. Zeke uses his free hand to slide under the oversized shirt that he let me borrow last night, tracing an electrifying line with his finger before he reaches my nipple. He squeezes it ever so slightly but the brief contact sends me into an extasy, and I wish I could just ditch work and every other thing that doesn’t include staying in bed with Zeke for the rest of the day. Or maybe week. Month even.

A loud buzz coming from the nightstand snaps me out of my thoughts, distracting me from what Zeke’s mouth is doing on my neck.

“Damn it,” I sigh, pulling away just enough to take a look at the screen. “It’s Maria from the hospital.”

Maria is a nurse that’s been assigned to work with the interns this year. She’s in her late thirties and one of the friendliest and warmest people I’ve encountered. I’ve learned a lot from her about treating patients and making them feel safe and relaxed.

“Answer it,” he nods towards the phone. “It might be something important.”