She had a bed, but they didn’t make it to the bedroom. His hands spanned her waist, and he lifted her until her ass hit the Formica. Her knees spread to accommodate his body. With her new spot on the counter, he had to bend a bit to keep kissing her. Not that he had a choice given the way she had her hands clamped around his neck.
As their harsh breaths mingled, her pulse raced, and her pussy throbbed. She wanted this more than expected.
He dragged his mouth from her lips to her jaw then drew them over to the lobe of her ear. Tugging it. Sucking it. She uttered a mewling cry, and he growled against her, the sound making her shudder with need.
His mouth returned to crush hers, nipping and sucking, driving her crazy with passion.
She clung to him, her legs around his waist drawing him against her. She could feel him. Hard and ready.
Wanting her.
Just like she wanted him.
She tugged at his shirt and shoved it up, baring his flesh to her touch. Not just her fingers, though. She kissed his chest. Dug her nails into his skin once he removed the shirt. She licked around his nipples and felt a thrill at his low groan.
He wasn’t content to just let her play.
His hands, big and callused, removed her shirt and then traced over her ribcage, drawing shivers of pleasure. He grumbled when her bra gave him trouble, but he managed to undo the clasp. The moment he freed her breasts, he cupped them, his thumbs stroking over the taut peaks. She leaned back, and he took the invitation. He dipped his head and claimed one of her buds.
His hot and wet mouth sucked and tugged at her nipples, pulling at them with his lips. He bit them lightly enough to draw gasps. He swirled his tongue around the buds before sucking them.
She held him by the belt loops and used her leverage to grind against him as he played with her nipples.
Arousal rode her hard, more than she imagined. Almost enough to be frightening, and yet, at the same time, she couldn’t stop.
Wouldn’t.
She wanted what he offered.
Needed to feel desired. Wanted pleasure.
His mouth left her breasts to blaze a trail down her stomach to the waistband of her pants. She throbbed, and yet he paused.
A glance through heavy-lidded eyes showed him peering at her.
She managed a husky, “What are you waiting for?”
He groaned, the sound reaching her through the fabric of her pants as he put his mouth on her.
Jesus, the heat. She moaned. Trembled. Then cried out as he blew even more hotly.
“Dom.” She whispered his name, and it had him in a frenzy, his hands tugging at her pants. She heard fabric tearing as he managed to get them down.
“Fuck me, you smell so good.” He growled just before his mouth pressed against her sex.
She cried out and arched, would have slid off the counter if not for his hands.
He held her safe so that he might pleasure her, his tongue swiping across her pussy. Lapping at her cleft. Parting her lips to jab at her core.
Her fingers scrabbled for purchase on the counter as her hips rocked in time to his licking. He held her spread wide and where he wanted so he could feast.
But he didn’t just play with her clit. He suddenly fingered her. His rough finger penetrating and drawing a raw cry as she arched into his thrust.
He kept lapping at her clit as he slid a second finger in to stretch her, the digit long enough to reach that spot inside.
Stroke it.
Push at it.
Licking.
Thrusting.
Desire coiled. She panted as she reached the edge.
And then he growled against her, “Come for me, Annie.”
Her orgasm exploded, a tensing spasm that hit her whole body and emerged on a scream.
She pulsed around his fingers, and he hummed in satisfaction against her, drawing it out until she whimpered.
“Too much.”
He stood and dragged her close for a kiss where she could taste herself. But she didn’t care. She throbbed. Pulsed. And she knew he did, as well.
She tugged at his belt then his pants. Reaching in to grab him, she heard him hiss.
Just as she was about to ask for a condom, his phone went off, the ring of it an insistent distraction.
He ignored it as he kissed her. She rubbed her thumb over his tip and said, “You got prot—?”
Dring. Dring.
His phone went off again, and he cursed. “Fuck me, why now?”
“I guess you better answer.” She released him as the moment shattered.
He looked wild, passion still in his gaze, the slight hint of a pout on his lips. “I don’t want to fucking answer. I want to be inside you.”
She wanted it, too.
The phone stopped ringing but just as quickly started again.
He sighed. And then sighed again as he pulled it from his pocket and answered.
She didn’t hear anything but saw his expression as it went from smoldering to cold and hard. He hung up and growled, “I gotta go.”
“Oh.” The word sounded more dejected than she liked, and to her surprise, he drew her close for a deep kiss and a grumbled, “Not leaving ’cause I want to, Annie.”
Annie. She liked the way he softened her name.
“Need a ride?” she asked.
“No. My brother is coming to grab me.”
“How does he know you’re here?” She’d not heard him give an address.
The furrow in his brow matched his curled lip. “Fucker tracked my phone.”
“Is everything okay?”
“My little brother is missing. And I gotta help find him.” He dragged her to him and gave her another fierce kiss. “I will see you tomorrow.”
He would?
For once, she didn’t argue.
“Fuck me, this sucks,” he grumbled as he left.
Whereas she touched her lips.
What had just happened?
The best sex of her life with a guy who usually said the stupidest things with his mouth. But he sure knew how to talk to her pussy.
9
Stefan was the one to pick him up. With it being just the two of them, Dominick could ask better questions.
“Why does Mom think Tyson is missing?”
“Because he might be mouthy, but he’s always home by his nine o’clock curfew on school nights.”
“It’s only ten p.m.”
“You want to repeat that to Mom?” was Stefan’s wry reply.
Dominick grimaced. “Any ideas where he’s gone?”
“Raymond tracked his phone to a spot in the woods. It’s not moving.”
“Doesn’t mean shit. Could be he’s out there drinking, or he’s with a girl.”
Stefan slanted him a look. “Is this your way of trying to get out of searching? Because if you want, I’ll turn around and drop you off.”
“No.” But he didn’t say it in a happy tone. His gut said that Tyson was in trouble, and he knew better than to ignore it. It’d never steered him wrong, although it should be noted that it currently steered him in Anika’s direction. He wanted her something fierce. Would have gladly gone back to her arms but for one thing.
Mom.
“What time did little bro leave the house?” Dominick asked to get a better sense of what might have happened.
“Sometimes before nine. According to Mom, he came down for a snack. She went up to bed to read. Noticed that he wasn’t in his room when she went down to make sure everything was locked up.”