All the Pretty Lies (Pretty #1)(47)
Author: M. Leighton

Hemi’s words are a better aphrodisiac than anything in that club. They seep into my body and heat it up from the inside, making me writhe beneath his skilled mouth.

My body is awash with sensation—his cool tongue slipping in and out of me; his lips as they suck my flesh into his mouth; his teeth as he rakes them gently over me. And his fingers when they push deep into me.

Then he’s picking up my hips, holding me in his palms, up to his mouth. Feasting between my spread legs.

Sound fades, like it’s receding into a tunnel. Breath catches, like it’s been consumed by a vacuum. Eyes close, as if pleasure is pulling the shades on my vision. And then, under Hemi’s exquisitely agonizing touch, I fly up through the ceiling and out into the night, breaking apart and falling back down to Earth in a million tiny pieces.

I’m not even aware of burying my fingers in his hair. Or holding his head to me. Or moving my body against his mouth. Or screaming his name over and over again. I can only feel. Feel Hemi.

When he sets my hips back down, I look down. Hemi takes one of my legs and lifts it, rolling me slightly onto my side. He tucks my calf under his arm and moves in over my other leg, settling between them. I watch, fascinated, as he guides his thick head to my entrance. I feel it there, my body sucking at it as Hemi moves it in small circles, round and round, slightly in and back out again. I’m helpless to make him slide farther in. I’m forced to wait, anticipation curling every muscle in my body into a tight fist.

I feel the difference in the way he slips in and out of me in those shallow strokes, barely penetrating my entrance. I can feel how slippery he is now, coated in my desire. He eases it up, moving it between my folds, rubbing the slick head over my clitoris, making me breathless all over again. I feel a tightness in my chest. Maybe a whimper. Or a moan. Or a plea.

“Mmm, you like that, don’t you? Can you feel how wet you are? Can you feel how slippery my c**k is?” I make a strangled sound. It’s all I can muster at the moment. “That’s all you, baby. This time, when you come, I want that dripping off my balls. I want to feel it pouring out of you onto me.”

“Please, Hemi,” I manage. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. I just know I need something. And I need it now.

Air and sound and my heart jam up in my chest when Hemi moves back down to my entrance.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but I’m probably going to. But only for a second.”

“Do it. Now. Please.”

With one sharp flex of his hips, Hemi enters me and then he goes completely still. I feel a tearing pain that radiates into my thighs. It lasts for a few long heartbeats. Hemi doesn’t move. Neither do I. Finally, the pain eases into an incredibly, pleasurably full sensation.

I wasn’t aware of squeezing my eyes shut until I open them and look down at Hemi. He’s perfectly still, the veins in his neck standing out in his efforts not to move. I look down to where our bodies are joined. I see most of him is still not inside me, but the sight of such an intimate connection gets me excited all over again.

I feel my body twitch around him, then I feel an answering throb from where part of him is inside me. “Ffff—” Hemi hisses through his gritted teeth, throwing his head back and growling for a second. “Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?” I ask.

“Don’t move yet. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not hurting me. I want you to move,” I confess, feeling the urge to swivel my hips against him. I don’t fight it. I just go with it.

“Grrr,” Hemi snarls, the fingers of one hand biting into my raised leg. “Sloane.”

I feel him inside me, hot and thick. And I want more.

“Please, Hemi. I want more. I want all of you. Inside me. All the way.”

Hemi glares at me. For a second, I think he must hate me. But then, he nudges his hips forward a little more and his expression eases into one of pained pleasure.

“How does that feel?” he asks.

“It feels so good,” I pant, angling my hips to accept more of him.

“Oh, God!” he groans, withdrawing and then thrusting a little farther in. “You’re so tight. Oh. God.”

He sounds like an animal, snarling and growling, but it doesn’t scare me. I want his claws. And his teeth. I want his wildness.

“Hemi, put your c**k in me, all the way,” I say, instinctively.

“Oh God…damn…that mouth.”

After a short pause, I hear his breath hiss through his teeth just before he gives in. To me. And then he gives me what I want.

Hemi eases back a few inches and then slams his body into mine, stealing my breath. I feel him all the way into my abdomen. He stretches me to a pleasure-pain place that I never want to leave.

“Hemi…more!” He rotates his hips and I feel the tension within me increase exponentially. “Just like that. I want it just like that.”

“You want my cock?” he asks through gritted teeth. “I’m gonna give you my cock. I’m gonna give it to you so hard, you’ll feel it all week. Every time you close your eyes, you’ll feel me coming all up inside you.”

As he speaks, he works his body into mine, harder and deeper, winding me up like a pocket watch. It’s when his free hand finds my clit again that I tumble over the edge, my body squeezing and pulsing around him.

I’m panting and nearly blinded by pleasure as Hemi rolls me onto my back, pulling my hips to the edge of the ledge. He presses his palms to the insides of my thighs, spreading my legs wide and easing back into me.

Each thrust sends me toppling over a new wave of pleasure, prolonging my orgasm until I’m nearly crazy with it. “Can you take it deep, baby?”

I nod, unable to speak past my dry lips.

Hemi slides his hands up the backs of my legs, folding my thighs onto my chest as he leans over me.

“Good, ‘cause I wanna bury my c**k deep. So. Deep.” When he withdraws and plunges into me, I wonder for a moment that I might die from the pleasure of it. Just when I think there is nothing better, no more to experience from his body, he drives me to a new level. “And then you’re gonna watch me come. On you. All on you.”

Hemi slams into me two more times and then I hear him moan into the small, hushed room. Quickly, he pulls out of me, spreading my legs as he guides the slick and swollen head to my clitoris. I watch with fascination as he winds his fingers around the wide base of his shaft and arches his back, spurting hot fluid onto me.