Page 35 of Spike (Iron Thunder MC 5)
“Spike!” I screamed his name, looking into his eyes as he pushed himself onto me, heavily. There was no way I could even move an inch. Despite being in shock from the realization of how easily he could overpower me, my heart was racing too.
His eyes were groggy. He was obviously tired. He didn’t know what he was doing.
Did he think I was someone else? An intruder?
He blinked his eyes now and I could see his vision clearing. He was finally waking up.
“Sabrina…” He said my name but it sounded as if he was relieved.
We stared at each other for one whole minute. Our bodies were thrust together. We were pressed to the couch. Neither of us was moving. I was pretty much naked other than my lace panties and the crop top that went halfway up my torso, revealing my stomach.
I had never felt more exposed before. His hands were on my hips. Warm and big. I wanted them between my thighs. Just within a few seconds, I could feel the wetness between my legs. I was ready to come.
But did he even want me? Was he going to push me away again?
Spike reached for me, raising his hand from my hip to my jaw. His big hand stretched over the side of my face while he tipped my head back. It was as if he wanted to look into my eyes more closely now. My mouth parted. I had never wanted to be kissed this badly before. He had no idea what he was doing to me.
It was fucking unfair!
His thumb brushed the side of my face. Was he going to kiss me? I wanted to scream.
I could feel his cock moving, growing, throbbing while he sat straddling me. Even if he didn’t want to fuck me, his body had different ideas.
“What are you doing to me!” he growled in protest. He knew what was happening to his body. “What are you doing here?”
“I just woke up…” I began to murmur but he put his other hand on my stomach, then slowly it traveled up under my top till he was cupping my left breast. His hand fit me perfectly. I’d taken off my bra, and his thumb was on my nipple. It was so erect and sensitive, ready to be tasted and teased. When he flicked it gently, I cried out for him, thrusting my hips toward him, arching my back with desire. He pressed my breast, squeezed and teased and pushed my top up till my bare body was revealed to him.
I didn’t blush once. This was exactly what I wanted. I loved seeing the effect I had on him. I loved how he couldn’t help himself even though he knew this was wrong. As much as he fought against it.
He sucked on my nipples. One at a time. Slowly and tenderly, sucked and licked and tugged between his teeth. I could feel the slick cream between my legs. My clit was swollen. I was so ready for him. I moaned and rolled my hips erratically. I could feel my body gyrating to the rhythm of the way he sucked on my breasts. When I purred louder, weaving my fingers into his thick brown hair, Spike pulled his mouth away and looked up at me.
“You shouldn’t have come in here looking like this,” he said.When Spike kissed me this time, I wrapped my arms around him, lifting myself toward him to meet his body. He sucked on my tongue and it was the most deliciously sexy feeling in the world. We were stuck together.
We started sliding down the couch, my mouth still on his. His fingers found my hair, and he was slowly tugging my head further back and back. Our lips smacked apart and his tongue went down my chin, my neck, my breasts. His hot tongue on my sizzling hot skin.
I wrapped my legs around his waist. Clinging to him as if I was hanging off a tree. I could feel the hard roughness of his cock between his legs. So big. Bulging. Throbbing. For me.
“Spike, please,” I murmured, begging him.
“What would your daddy say if he knew how dirty his little girl is?” he growled. I purred, delighting in the idea that my daddy had no idea. He didn’t know me at all.
I thrust my hips up toward him. I wanted him to see how excited I was. How much I wanted him.
Spike was glaring down at me, watching my every move, assessing me. Slowly, he grabbed my hands that were around his neck and started drawing them away.
My heart skidded to a stop. So this was it. This was how far he was willing to go? Once again, he was going to reject me and make me feel as if I had thrown myself at him and got nothing in return.
