Page 69 of Take The Risk

​I didn’t need to be told twice. Kissing her, I flipped us so she was under me. In seconds I had my jeans open, shoving them down my legs. I loved how she kicked at them, her hands working over my back, pulling my shirt from me. “I hope you don’t love this blouse” was the only warning I gave before I ripped it right from her body.

​“Ty!” Her mouth dropped open on a half-laugh, even as that becoming shade of pink I was obsessed with tinged her cheeks.

​“I’ll buy you another one.” Maybe three or four just so I could rip them from her body. I rather liked the way her eyes grew wide, and her nipples turned to such tight points they looked almost painful.

​Her skirt was a bit harder to deal with. Growling in frustration, I pulled it over her hips and down her legs, slamming my mouth over hers, needing to taste her on my tongue.

​Our hands were frenzied. It had been weeks of waiting, of wanting, of teasing.

​When I had her naked beneath me, her skin silky soft against the roughness of mine, I knew I’d seriously miscalculated my limits. Phoebe, either not knowing or knowing exactly what she was doing, wrapped her legs around my hips, bringing my naked cock in contact with the hottest pussy I’d ever felt.

​Phoebe bucked her hips against me in a move I wasn’t ready for, lodging the head of my cock at her entrance. We both sucked in a breath.

​“Ty…I need…” Her head thrashed side to side, her hips undulating. I cursed as I slid a little more inside before I was ready to.

​And I was supposed to be the one in charge.

​Fuck, she was tight. “What do you need?” My back muscles clenched, my jaw ticking. Control. I needed a moment of control or I’d hurt her. And I’d die before hurting her.

​“Your cock.” She had no problem testing my control. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “Please. Just fuck me.”

​Beneath me, her tight cunt gripped the head of my cock, her juices soaking me. My balls were so tight against me I thought they’d try and climb back up inside me with the need to cum. Her hair was disheveled, a look of stark need on her face. Her pretty breasts spilled on her chest, her rosy nipples still a little red from my mouth. It was how I’d always dreamed of her. Her body open, her cunt waiting to be filled.

​I snapped. Rearing back, I slammed inside with a roar.

​Phoebe screamed, half in pain and half in unbearable pleasure. Her pussy squeezed me tightly and I felt my balls tingle, my orgasm threatening to end this early. So tight. She was the tightest piece of heaven I’d ever touched.

​I was worried I’d seriously hurt her until she demanded, “More. I need more.” To accentuate her need, she dug her fingers into my shoulders, and I knew I’d have little half-moon scratches.

​Unable to deny her, I pulled back, my cock almost leaving her, and then slid back inside. I found a rhythm that we both needed, sliding out slowly only to slam back inside, each thrust burying me deeper and deeper until I wasn’t sure where she ended and I began.

​Every time I slid into her, her hips rose to meet my thrusts. I slid my finger between us, finding the tight bud of her clit and pressing on it in time with my movements.

​She panted and pleaded beneath me, her body bowing. Her pussy gripped my cock, squeezing down, and I felt her orgasm start to build. Only when she was incoherent did I twist her clit with my fingers, knowing the brutal treatment would send her over the edge. “Come, baby. Come on my cock.”

​With a wail, she shattered beneath me. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, her muscles clenching around me, and I lost it. With one more thrust, I came inside her with a guttural cry, the pleasure spreading from my spine through my body as Phoebe shook and moaned beneath me.

​Oh, I’d want this. I’d want this over and over again until I died.

Chapter 26

​Rolling over in bed, I was met with a hard wall of male muscle covered in a small smattering of dark hair that tickled my nose.

​Taking stock, I felt the weight of a heavy arm around my waist, pressing me into the ultrasoft mattress of my bed. There was a hairy leg thrown over my bare ones. Flexing my muscles, I felt the ache between my thighs from my late-night activities.

​After Ty had fucked me on the couch, he’d carried me upstairs, stopping to fuck me against the wall when the need became too much. Carrying me to my bedroom, he’d left me boneless on the bed, disappearing only to reappear with some water and a warm, wet cloth.

​I’d never had anyone clean me after sex, and it was both a turn-on and slightly mortifying. It didn’t help that Ty made sure he watched as he ran the cloth between my legs, licking his lips. The evidence of our need, glistening on the cloth, was enough to prompt a conversation about pregnancy and safety.

​I had my tubes tied after Lock, fearing I’d get pregnant again. My pregnancy had been hell, and I wasn’t sure I could go through it again. I’d also been tested since Jeremy. Ty shocked me when he confessed he knew, having overheard a conversation I’d had with Alex. He swore he was clean and offered to get tested again if I needed him to. I didn’t.

​Once I’d finished my water, something he pushed me to do hastily, I found myself on my knees, Ty covering me from behind.

​It had been a long night, and one I was never going to forget.

​By silent agreement, we didn’t discuss all the issues that were waiting like insidious beasts ready to strike this morning. Now that morning was here, I knew I’d have to face what I’d ignored. I’d wanted one night. One night for me. One night when I had what I wanted and damned the consequences.

​The light of day brought with it all the repercussions, and the old version of Phoebe began to wake.