Surrender (Club X #2)(25)
Author: K.M. Scott

I gripped the sheets in my hands, and he began fucking me better than I’d ever been fucked in my life. Every stroke into me, every deep moan that escaped from him inched me closer to that moment when I’d come. I wanted to feel that release he gave me more than anything else in the world at that moment.

“God, you feel so fucking good—” His sentence trailed off on a groan, and he slid his hand up my back to fist my hair. “Up on your hands, baby.”

I obeyed his command, never even thinking of not doing what he wanted. He felt so good inside me, his thick cock sliding over raw nerve endings and making each come alive with every push into me. No man had ever made me want to submit like he did.

Stefan leaned forward and buried himself to the hilt inside me. Next to my ear, he whispered, “Show me that fire I saw that first day, Shay.”

He wanted fire, but I wanted to let him control this tonight. To make me forget Elliot and the mess I’d made of that relationship. To not be the one with all the power for once. But I could do fire too.

I moved forward and felt him leave my body. Climbing onto his lap, I slid my wet pussy over his cock and grinned. “You want fire, Stefan?”

“I want whatever you’re bringing, baby.”

His hands gripped my hips as I raised up over his cock, and slowly I lowered myself onto him, loving the feeling of him filling me.

“Why did we turn around? I liked it the other way.”

I raised up on my knees again, leaving just the head of his cock just inside me to tease him. “I like to see the man I’m having sex with.”

Stefan pushed me hard down onto him, and his cock hit a spot deep inside me that made my eyes roll back into my head. God, he felt so good!

“You want to see me? Then look at me while I fuck you, princess.”

I opened my eyes as he slid his fingers over my cheeks and into my hair, gripping it tightly in his hands. His dark gaze fixed on me, he looked like hunger personified. He was need, desire, and appetite all right there in front of me.

“Ride my cock. I want to watch you ride me until there’s nothing left inside either of us.”

I did as he commanded, riding him with an abandon that I didn’t even know existed inside me. My body bucked against his, and his invaded mine over and over as we searched for that one moment where we weren’t boss and bartender, player and challenger, and even man and woman.

Staring into one another’s eyes, we searched for that one sweet place and time where we were nothing more than just Stefan and Shay.

I wanted to kiss him, to plunder that mouth that had infuriated me so many times. He may have wanted me from the moment we met, but my want had been something entirely different. More often than not, the man had enraged me to my very being, yet there I was on his lap, his cock deep inside me as he edged me inch by inch to my release, and I couldn’t imagine any other place on Earth that I’d want to be right then.

He held tight to my hair to keep me looking at him, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw something even more in them than the Stefan I’d come to like. In those dark brown eyes focused entirely on me, I saw a look that made me think he was so much more than what I’d believed.

I cradled his face and kissed him, wanting to feel him against every part of me. His lips fed on mine as mine did on his, as eager to taste me as I was to taste him. His tongue with its metal piercing slid over mine, exciting me as the memory of what it felt like gliding over my needy clit danced through my mind.

My body ached—for good and for bad—with every time I slid him inside me. Legs spread as wide as I could to take all of him, my hips hurt but the tender ache inside me overruled any idea of stopping. Each stroke of his cock into me brought me closer to release, but if I was to be truthful, I didn’t want this to end.

Of all the incarnations of Stefan I’d seen, I preferred this one best. For all his cockiness and swagger, he knew how to handle a woman and give her pleasure. I’d doubted that before this, but no more.

Now I just wanted more—more of him, more of the feelings his body created in mine.

More.

He slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass, kneading the skin slowly with his fingers. In my ear, he whispered, “Let me feel you come apart, Shay.”

I was so close. Just once more to feel him fill me, the head of his cock touching that one spot as our bodies pressed together.

Then I felt it begin. A tiny spark of release that grew from somewhere deep inside that uncoiled slowly until every inch of my body felt like my nerve endings were wide open and more alive than they’d ever been before. I clung to him as my orgasm finally tore through me, and I rode him until the final quiver inside me had subsided.

Stefan came just as I finished, his cock pulsing against my tender walls as he groaned my name low and deep into my mouth and tugged roughly on my hair. He was power and passion, and as I watched him come, I couldn’t help understand why women found him so sexy. Everything about him signaled his pleasure at satisfying me, a very attractive trait I hadn’t seen before now.

We sat there quietly, our bodies still entangled as the haze of sex gradually faded away. Part of me wanted to say something, almost as if I should be sexier after all that we’d done, but another part enjoyed the silence of being in someone’s arms and sharing nothing more than my body with him.

Stefan sat with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, as if caught between the same two choices. Like most men, he said nothing for a long time, preferring silence over most anything else. I could appreciate that more often than other women could. There was something about not having to speak that gave off a sense of power.

Finally, he whispered, “If I don’t get a drink, I’m going to turn to dust right here in your bed.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. Leave it to him to break the moment with something cute. After giving him a tiny kiss on his parched lips, I smiled. “You’re going to make me get off you for a drink?”

“I’d say I could walk to the faucet still inside you, but I’m not sure my legs could handle it. That was some marathon session.”

He kissed me and pressed his forehead against mine. “No kidding. I think I’m already beginning to turn here.”

Rolling my eyes, I lifted myself off him and walked toward the kitchen, asking, “Water or something a bit stronger?”

“Water’s usually what I drink after workouts.”

I grabbed him a glass of iced water and returned to the bedroom to find him still buck naked and sitting on the bed, the only change the lack of condom on his still hard cock. Why I had thought he’d quickly dress and down his drink before bolting out the door I didn’t know, but he appeared perfectly at home sitting there waiting for me.