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The relief that washes over me is immediate and overwhelming, like a weight I didn’t realize was crushing me finally lifting. Lennox gives me a small, reassuring nod, squeezing my shoulder once before glancing at Corbin. “Take her out of here. She doesn’t need to be in the middle of any more of this tonight and clearly doesn’t need to be alone. Just remember to cool your head, brother. Quit toeing lines that could get you burned.”
Even I understand his veiled threat completely. However, Switch doesn’t need to be told twice. His hand settles possessively on the small of my back, warm and firm, fingers pressing just enough to remind me who I belong to in his mind. The moment we step into the hallway, the heavy tension between us shifts into something hotter, darker, electric. The air feels charged, every brush of his fingers against my spine sending sparks straight through me.
He doesn’t speak until we reach his room at the end of the corridor. Instead of walking past, he guides me inside. The door clicks shut behind us, locking out the rest of the world with a finality that makes my stomach flip.
It’s just the two of us now. No club business. No Lennox. No Thomas. Only this.
Corbin turns me slowly, backing me up against the door with deliberate control. His eyes rake over me like he’s claiming every inch—my flushed cheeks, my heaving chest, the way my nipples are already visible through my thin tank top. “Only me,” he murmurs, voice rough with raw need. “You only want me. Say it.”
“O–Only you,” I whisper, my fingers already curling into the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. “Just you, you stupid fucking man.”
That’s all it takes. His mouth crashes down on mine, hungry and demanding, devouring me like he’s been starving for days. The kiss is all teeth and tongue. His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he pulls me flush against him. I can feel how hard he already is, thick and insistent, pressing against my stomach through his jeans.
He breaks the kiss long enough to peel my jacket off, then my tank top, exposing my breasts to the cool air. My silver nipple piercings catch the low light as he stares, eyes darkening further. He tosses his own shirt aside, revealing the expanse of tattooed muscle and scarred skin that makes my mouth water.
His hands roam my bare skin—cupping my breasts, thumbs brushing and tugging at the barbells and my nipples until I moan, arching into his touch. Sharp pleasure shoots straight to my core. Corbin’s lips trail down my neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to leave faint marks that I’ll feel tomorrow.
“Mine,” he growls against my collarbone, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. “All fucking mine.” He lifts me effortlessly, like I weigh nothing, his strong arms flexing under my thighs as he carries me the few steps to the bed. He lays me down with surprising gentleness, but there’s nothing gentle in the way his eyes devour me—like he wants to ruin me and worship me at the same time.
Clothes disappear in a frantic rush. He yanks my pants and soaked panties down my legs in one rough motion, kicking his own jeans and boxers off. I catch a glimpse of his cock as it springs free—thick, heavy, and adorned with a Jacob’s Ladder. The row of silver barbells glints under the low light along the underside, and my core clenches at the sight.
When he settles between my spread thighs, I’m already soaked and aching, my thighs trembling with anticipation. The heat of his body over mine makes my skin prickle. He takes his time at first, teasing me mercilessly. His calloused fingers stroke my clit in slow, deliberate circles, spreading my wetness around. I bite my lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly, but it’s impossible.
“So fucking perfect, Spitfire,” he mutters, voice husky and low. “Look at you, dripping all over my fingers already. This pussy knows exactly who it belongs to, doesn’t it?”
God, his voice.
I whimper, hips rolling against his hand, chasing more friction. Every slow pass of his fingers winds me tighter, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need him.
“Corbin…” I breathe, my voice shaky with need.
“Yeah? You want more?” He smirks, dark eyes locked on my face, drinking in every gasp and flutter of my lashes. “Beg for it, baby. Tell me how bad you need my mouth on this greedy little cunt.”
Heat floods my cheeks, but the words slip out before I can stop them. “Please…I need your mouth. Please, Corbin.”
He groans in approval and slides down my body. His broad shoulders push my thighs wider as he settles in. The first slow, broad stripe of his tongue up my center makes my back arch clean off the bed.
“Fuck—yes,” I moan, my hands flying to his hair, fisting the blonde strands.
He licks and sucks with devastating precision, focusing on my clit. Gentle at first, then harder, alternating pressure until my legs start shaking. Two thick fingers push inside me, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth and fingers fill the room, mixing with my broken moans.
He’s so fucking good at this. Too good.
“Corbin—please—” I cry out, grinding against his face, chasing the edge that’s building.
He growls into my pussy, the vibration shooting straight through me. “That’s it, Tatum. Ride my face. Come all over my tongue like a good little whore.” The filthy words push me over. Pleasure crashes through me hard and fast. My thighs clamp around his head, back bowing as I come with a sharp cry of his name, pulsing around his fingers while he licks me through every wave.
I’m still panting, thighs twitching, when he rises up over me. His cock is rock-hard, barbells glinting as he fists himself once, twice.
Fuck, it’s pretty.
“Tell me you’re on birth control,” he rasps, voice strained with need. “I want to feel every inch of this tight pussy wrapped around me. No fucking barriers tonight.”
I nod quickly, barely able to form words. “Yes—yes, I am. I need you inside me.”
His eyes flare with dark satisfaction. Without hesitation, he lines up and pushes in all at once. The stretch is intense, making my eyes roll back. Each barbell drags along my inner walls as he sinks deeper, sending sharp, delicious sparks of pleasure-pain through me.
“Fuuuuck,” he groans, burying himself to the hilt. “So goddamn tight. You feel that? Feel every fucking piercing rubbing inside you?”
