Black and White (Storm's Soldiers MC Book 1) by Paige Notaro Page B

door. Tara must be in. Vaughn nuzzled roughly at the back of my neck, and I contained the moan that erupted at my lips.
    “We have to be quiet tonight,” I whispered.
    “I can be quiet,” he said. “Not much chance for you though.”
    He nipped at my skin and I yelped with pleasure. Sweet Jesus, this boy was going to get me in so much trouble.
    I creaked open the door and heard the TV tinny down the hallway. With one hand over Vaughn’s mouth, I eased us upstairs and into my room where I shut and locked the door. Vaughn’s eyes prowled across my bed. My striped bedsheets lay crumpled and undone and my laundry hamper sat in the middle a pile of clothes. His eyes stuck to the table with my school books for an extra-long time.
    My vision remained squarely on his body before me. The back of his jacket held a skull grinning toothily. I resented the fact it hid his body, so I slid my arms up over his broad shoulders and attempted to tug off his jacket. He helped me drop it to the ground, then spun and scooped me up with one arm. A gasp tried escaping my lips but he already had my back was against the wall, and his mouth sat crushed against mine.
    I hummed with pleasure feeling his chiseled chest pushed up against me, binding me to him. His tongue dove into my mouth and the hunger just poured off him. Of course I would want this again. How could one time ever be enough? I had missed him, but I hadn’t felt that addiction. It came to me now that I could taste all the fine edges to his hardness in this second serving.
    In the mist of passion, I faintly realized he must feel the same about my body too.
    He wrapped my legs around him tight and started undoing my jeans. With insistent tugs, he jerked them down my legs along with my panties. They fabric only got to my thighs, but it left enough room for me to feel how wet I’d already become. His finger ran slick into me and made me sing.
    “You’re real ripe, ain’t you?” he growled in my ear.
    “Oh god, yes.” His digits throbbed inside me
    “You like it rough.”
    “I like you rough.”
    He hardened around me and edged his fingers in deeper. My head burst with visions and I nearly cried out. Tara was going be hearing me tonight, but I didn’t give a damn anymore. God, I’d forgotten how good even his touch was, rough and thick and clever. His fingers ran in to the palm and curled up and I nearly burst right there. My long nails raked across his back as he squelched in and out. I made soft squealing sounds that got higher and made his breath come harsher and harsher.
    “Fuck me,” I released at the intense wave of pleasure. I clambered higher over his grip and said it again into his ear. “Fuck me!”
    He spun around and threw me on the bed. My head swum and then he was already over me, already nude past the waist. I wanted him whole this time though, not just fast. I tugged his T-shirt off his head. A mosaic of symbols glistened down at me, but then he was returning the favor, tugging my Volcano shirt off and unclasping my white bra. He sucked noisily at my breast, teasing my tit with his tongue while he held it firm with hard lips. I heaved at the current of pleasure, feeling my body climb to new heights of sensation, feeling every bit of me come alive and hungry for attention. I needed to be consumed. I tried to draw him deeper into me, but clawing at his bare head left me with nothing but a burn from his stubble. The attempt let me catch sight of his gorgeous white face drinking up my dark body, though and my pleasure doubled. I squirmed with agony under his mouth.
    He kissed his way down my body and soon enough he was lapping me where his fingers had left off. I clapped my hands over my mouth as his thirst beat down at my center. His hand joined back in, stroking from the inside as his muscular jaw worked me outside. I dared peek down and saw his eyes shut in lust, guzzling my body up as if there were nothing else he’d rather do.
    The wall of pleasure broke.