Cornered by Amy Valenti Page B

groan, wishing like hell that I could tear myself away from her for long enough to find a light switch, but knowing it just wasn’t going to happen as long as she kept grinding her hips against mine like that.
    I licked her nipple , then bit down gently and nudged at the piercing with my tongue . Sian’s breath escaped in a soft moan, then another, slightly louder. Amused, I dre w back enough to breathe against her skin, “You know, keep that up and someone’s gonna hear…”
    She exhal ed shakily as I return ed to my ministrations. “Sorry. I’m not used to being quiet. ”
    I revisit ed her lips hard, imagining her writhing and moaning unrestrainedly beneath me. She set deft hands to work at my belt, and I slip ped my own fingers beneath her skirt, yanking her underwear down and rubbing an experimental fi nger between her thighs. God, she was so fucking wet, and knowing it was all for me was more o f a turn-on than I could stand.
    I caught her clit at the end of the second stroke, and this time her cry was silent— more than a sigh, but controlled at the very edge of becoming vocal. I w anted to demand that she moan for me, but the risk that someone would overhear and interrupt us was just too high .
    When I eased my fingers into her pussy, I almost lost my mind. She was molten, so hot and wet, and as she began to slowly ride my fingers I had to control my urge to come then and there. That wasn’t helped by the way every languid tilt of her hips teased my confined cock. I bit back a groan of frustration and curled my fingers, seeking the spot I knew would drive her wild, and knew I’d found it when she contracted around me and whispered, “Oh, fuck, right there !”
    Her endeavours to free my demanding cock had faltered, but as I teased her nipple with my other hand she seemed to regain h er sense of purpose and finished with my pants , tugging them down . She ghost ed her fingertips up and down my length , somewhere between teasing and exploratory, and I whisper ed a curse, circling her clit with my thumb a little harder as I sped up the pace of my fingers inside her . Her head fell back, and I cover ed her thro at in kisses, enjoying her tiny gasps.
    When she firmly took my cock in hand and began to give as much as she was getting, I fought the urge to just nail her to the wall without a further thoug ht. “Sian — wait. Let me find… ”
    Anticipating my next words, she shook her head. “On the pill—“
    The rest of her sentence wa s lost in her gasp as I hi t her clit at an angle she seemed to love. Without bothering to reply, I press ed her back against the wall and drove into her, unable to suppress a low growl as I adjust ed to the sensation.
    Sian cried out, muffling the sound against my shoulder, and nuzzled my neck, tilting her hips to allow me in dee per. I ground her into the wall until I w as as deep as I could get, then pause d , wishing like hell that I could see her right then . S he held her breath, then let it out in another silent cry when I mad e a nother pass at her clit with my thumb .
    “Oh, god , don’t tease,” she gasped , arching against my fingers.
    Suddenly, all I want ed to do wa s tease. I let her feel my breath escape in a muted la ugh as I ke p t still, pinning her with my body weight, and tap ped her clit with a fingertip in an irregular, unpredictable rhythm; fas t, slow, hard, soft. She writhed against me, seeking more, her exhalations shaky and rapid. When she began to whisper, at first I couldn’t make out what she was saying. It was only after a few seconds that I deciphered it. “ Ryan , please, fuck me, please, please, please …”
    There was no way in the world I could re sist, especially not when I felt her contract around me, poised on the brink of orga sm. I dre w back and start ed to take her, fe l t her dig her nails into my sh oulders as she moved with me, and god, I couldn’t remember the last time sex had felt this good—
    A distant laugh permeated