Page 34 of Riding Dirty

He moans, and the sensation sends vibrations from the inside out. With that, a moan that I don’t even realize comes from me, escapes my throat and fills the room, bouncing off the walls around us.

“Coast,” I exhale.

He hums again, then I feel his mouth focus on my clit, where he sucks gently, and then his tongue flicks the bundle of nerves. But that isn’t what causes me to cry out his name. When two fingers slip inside me, curling and making a come-hither motion, that mixed with the attention on my clit is almost too much.

Coast doesn’t stop; he doesn’t even hesitate. He goes all in and continues to work me, and it doesn’t take much, just another two flicks of his tongue, before I’m right there. Falling, tumbling, careening down the hill. And as every single muscle in my entire body tightens—I come.

But he doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t let me bask in my release. No, he slips his fingers from inside me and turns his head, touching the inside of my thigh with his scruff and his mouth, and I’m forced to release my grasp on his hair.

Something that I actually have to instruct my brain to do, because I don’t think I can physically do anything other than attempt to breathe in this moment. Then he slides up the center of my body, and I feel the head of his cock pressed against my center.

I don’t know when he got his pants down, but he’s still wearing his T-shirt and vest, which I don’t know why, but it’s just as hot as if he were naked. Though I think, since I’m completely naked, I might want him to be as well.

But this is frenzied, this wasn’t a sexy slow time, and he further proves that when he slams deep inside me with one thrust.

“Look at me,” Coast demands.

My eyes pop open and immediately connect to his as my body adjusts to his amazing intrusion. His lips twitch into a smirk, as if he can read my mind. Maybe he can. I don’t know, and I don’t really care either. He feels so good that I would shout it from the rooftop if I weren’t so completely enamored and speechless by the way he’s watching me right now.

“I want to look into your eyes when I make you come again, Haze. I want to see every single thing I make you feel.”

Wow. And then he moves, his hips roll, and I know instantly that this isn’t fucking. He might be fully dressed, we might not know a damn thing about one another, and he might have lived a whole life before I was born—but this isn’t just fucking.

This is so much bigger.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-SEVEN

WRATH

Gliding my fingertips up the center of her back, feeling her soft skin, I close my eyes as I allow myself to just enjoy the moment. I don’t know when she’s going to start asking me questions, because clearly, Alex has some major issues with me and the club, so I have no doubt she’s got some comments about that as well.

After we fucked, I ditched my clothes and climbed into bed with her. This studio is fucking ridiculous, the bed being in the wide open like this, but I have to admit her bed is cozy as fuck.

“You spend a mint on this mattress?” I ask.

She doesn’t say anything immediately, but then I feel her shift against me. Her palm is flat against my chest, and she applies pressure, no doubt sitting up slightly. Opening my eyes, I look up at her, my lips twitching into a smirk.

“It wasn’t cheap. It was my first purchase when I finally made enough to pay rent and groceries and was able to put a little away for savings. Why?”

My fingers dance up her spine again, curling around her neck. Because her dark hair is right there and it’s so fucking close I can feel it against the back of my hand, I decide to tangle my fingers in the soft strands.

Tugging her head back slightly, I watch as her neck arches; it’s sexy as fuck. I am so fucking lost to the column of her neck, to the hollow of her throat, that I almost forget to answer her.

“Because it’s comfortable as fuck, babe,” I grunt.

She laughs softly. “I’m glad you like something about my place.”

Her words are obviously a dig, even if she wants to play them off as a joke. I know they aren’t. Releasing her hair, I wrap my arms around her and pull her closer to me. Holding back the moan at the way her tits press against my chest, I try really fucking hard not to roll her over and start fucking her again.

Not only am I unsure if I could physically go again, but I also don’t want her to think I’m trying to distract her from a conversation. So I decide, conversation first, fucking second. This time, she’s going to ride me, though. I want a fucking show.

“I like your place, Haze. It’s small, and it’s in the hood. But it’s comfortable. I am concerned about your safety.”

She stares at me, blinking, as if she cannot believe I’m saying this to her, which is almost comical and sad at the same time. It has me wondering whether anyone has been concerned about her safety before. Maybe Alex has been, but doesn’t mention it, and that’s why he stays close by. He seems protective of his cousin.

“It’s the hood because it’s all I’ve been able to afford. I moved out the day I graduated high school and never looked back, but that meant I didn’t have money or credit. This was the only place that allowed me to move in.”