Free Web NovelChapter 139: Chapter 139 - A Night of Passion (R)
The front door had barely clicked shut when Malcolm moved.
One moment Iyisha was stepping out of her shoes, balancing on one foot as she nudged the other heel free, and the next her feet left the floor entirely. A sharp, startled yelp tore from her throat as his arms slid beneath her thighs and lifted her in one ruthless, effortless motion.
Her back met the wall with controlled force, firm enough to steal her breath but not enough to hurt, and then his mouth was on hers.
He did not speak.
The kiss was rough as if he was holding back. His lips crushed against hers, teeth catching her lower lip before soothing it with his tongue.
His tongue slid into her mouth and stroked with raw, starving intensity that made her knees weaken even though she was no longer standing.
Iyisha’s hands climbed his chest, then his shoulders, then buried into the blonde hair at the nape of his neck. Her fingers curled tight as if she could steady herself against the force of him.
He pressed her harder into the wall. His hips drove forward until he slotted between her thighs and forced her legs to wrap around his waist.
The thick length of his arousal ground against her through denim and cotton, slow and heavy, dragging a gasp from deep in her chest. He caught that sound with his mouth, tongue pushing in again, swallowing it like it belonged to him.
He tore his mouth from hers only to drag it down her throat, lips open and hot against her skin. His teeth scraped over her pulse point, not enough to break but enough to send heat shooting straight between her legs.
A low vibration rumbled in his chest, barely audible but unmistakable. He pulled down the neckline of her shirt and found the soft swell above her bra.
He bit. Not hard, but firm enough to make her arch against him with a broken whimper.
His tongue followed instantly, slow and wet, circling the sting until it melted into pleasure that bloomed hot beneath her skin.
Her head fell back against the wall, exposing her throat completely. He took it.
His mouth moved over her neck, sucking at the tender skin beneath her ear before catching the lobe between his teeth and tugging just enough to make her cry out. The sensation shot straight to her clit, sharp and electric.
She moaned, loud and helpless, fingers tightening painfully in his hair.
He answered by rolling his hips once, deep and slow, grinding himself against her so she could feel exactly how thick and hard he already was for her.
"Not here," she managed, voice shaking, breath uneven. "Living room... someone could see through the curtains..."
He stilled.
For a long moment he simply looked at her. His blue eyes were dark and blown wide, jaw clenched tight enough that a muscle ticked beneath the skin.
Then he shifted his grip and carried her without a word.
Her legs locked around his waist as she buried her face against his neck, breathing him in while he strode through the apartment. Each step dragged him against her, friction building, stealing her breath in small, sharp pulls.
His hands gripped beneath her thighs like iron, fingers pressing into soft flesh with a promise of bruises she would trace tomorrow and remember tonight.
He kicked the bedroom door open and shouldered it shut behind them.
Her lips were swollen when she lifted her head, cheeks flushed, eyes bright and unfocused.
"How about," she whispered, voice thick and husky, "I ready the bath first?"
His brows drew together slightly, silent question in that small movement.
She brushed trembling fingers along his cheek. "I haven’t showered since this morning. If we do this now I’ll fall asleep right after."
He nodded once and lowered her slowly until her feet met the floor.
Even then he did not step back. He kept her lightly pinned between his body and the dresser, one hand braced beside her head, the other sliding around her waist and settling there possessively.
She slipped past him on unsteady legs and crossed into the bathroom.
Cold water rushed from the tap in a loud stream, sharp and clear against the quiet of the bathroom. She knelt to test it, waiting for it to warm, but for now it ran cold over her fingers.
The floor creaked behind her. The air shifted. Heat gathered at her back before she even felt him.
His chest pressed to her spine. One arm circled her waist and drew her upright so she was flush against him.
His other hand slid up and curved around the front of her throat, fingers firm but not tight, holding her in place as he tilted her head aside and brought his mouth to the slope where her neck met her shoulder.
She whimpered.
His lips moved slowly over her skin, kissing, sucking, teeth grazing just enough to make her tremble. Every touch felt sharper now against the cool air and the cold rush of water beside them.
When his tongue traced the shell of her ear she shuddered hard, thighs pressing together instinctively.
He felt it.
His hand drifted down from her waist to her lower belly, palm flattening there, fingers spreading wide as if measuring the tension coiling beneath her skin.
He did not touch where she throbbed most. He hovered just above it, close enough to make her rock forward on a broken sound, chasing pressure that never quite came.
"Malcolm..." His name left her mouth like a plea.
He turned her face toward him with the hand at her throat and kissed her again. Slower now. Deeper.
Her back remained pressed flush to his chest, the solid wall of him unyielding behind her. His cock, thick and rigid, strained against his trousers, forming a hard line along the curve of her spine. The heat of it seeped through the fabric and into her skin, pulsing faintly with every heartbeat.
Iyisha reached back blindly, fingers trembling as they fumbled over the rough fabric until she found him. She curled her palm around the outline and squeezed just enough to feel him jump.
Malcolm flexed into her grip once, hard. A low, rough sound rumbled from deep in his throat and vibrated straight into her mouth where their lips were still locked.
He broke the kiss only long enough to drag in a breath through his nose, then claimed her mouth again, deeper, hungrier.
At the same time his hands moved to the hem of her shirt. He gathered the fabric and pulled upward in one slow drag.
Inch by inch her skin was bared to the humid air of the bathroom. Cool at first against the rising steam, then warming wherever his callused fingertips grazed.
Iyisha arched her back, helping him, letting him peel the shirt over her head and discard it without ceremony. Her arms lifted automatically. He stripped her like he was unwrapping something precious and dangerous all at once.
She leaned back fully against him again, head tipping onto his broad shoulder, throat exposed. The position left her vulnerable, breasts rising and falling with every shallow breath while his hands roamed.
One slid beneath the lace edge of her bra without preamble, cupping the soft weight of her breast. His thumb found her nipple immediately, already tight and aching, and circled once, twice, then pinched with just enough pressure to make her gasp.
His other hand drifted lower.
Fingers brushed over the button of her jeans. Pop. The zipper followed, tooth by tooth, the metallic rasp loud against the steady rush of bathwater.
He was maddeningly slow. Controlled. She could feel the restraint in every measured movement, the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back even as his cock throbbed harder against her spine.
Iyisha whimpered in frustration, hips rocking forward instinctively, trying to force his hand where she needed it most.
Malcolm simply tightened his arm around her waist, pinning her in place. A silent order. Wait.
Instead, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her jeans and dragged them down over her hips. She helped, eager and clumsy, wiggling until the denim pooled at her knees. She kicked them off the rest of the way, breath uneven.
His dark gaze never wavered. It drank her in.
She stood there in nothing but mismatched underwear, bra already askew from his earlier attentions, lace shoved down so her nipples peeked over the edge, flushed and sensitive from his touch.
She met his eyes and held them.
Then, slowly, she reached behind herself, unhooked the bra, and let it fall away.
Malcolm groaned. Low. Animal. The sound vibrated through his chest into her back.
In the next heartbeat he pulled her down with him.
He sank to the tiled floor first, back against the cool wall beside the tub, legs spread. Iyisha followed, straddling his lap in one fluid motion. Her knees bracketed his hips. Her bare breasts hovered inches from his face.
His mouth closed over one peaked nipple, hot and wet, sucking hard while his tongue circled the sensitive tip in tight strokes.
Iyisha’s head fell back on a broken moan. Her fingers dug into his shoulders for balance as he shifted to the other breast, giving it the same relentless attention. Teeth grazed. Tongue soothed. Then teeth again.
Pleasure flared low in her belly. She ground down instinctively, seeking friction against the thick ridge still trapped in his jeans.
He growled against her skin, a warning threaded with promise, and pushed her backward until she was lying flat on the bath mat, spine arched, chest rising fast.
Malcolm rose over her like a storm about to break.
He stripped his shirt in one impatient pull over his head. Muscles shifted beneath taut skin, shoulders broad, chest carved, abdomen tight.
Iyisha bit her lip hard enough to taste copper, eyes tracing every line, every scar she already knew.
He stood just long enough to shove his jeans and boxers down in one rough motion. His cock sprang free, heavy and flushed, veins standing out along the thick shaft. From where she lay it looked obscene, impossibly hard, the head glistening with a slow bead of moisture that slid down the underside.
Her mouth parted. She started to sit up, reaching for him.
Malcolm’s hand shot out, planting in the center of her chest and pressing her back to the tiles.
He loomed above her, one knee braced between her spread thighs, eyes dark, jaw tight, breath shallow.
"Stay."
The word scraped from his throat, rough and possessive.
She froze. Heart hammering. Thighs trembling.
He did not touch her yet. He simply looked, gaze moving over her naked body like he had all the time in the world.
Then, slowly, he lowered himself, caging her with his arms braced on either side of her head. His cock brushed hot against the inside of her thigh.
Only then did he speak again.
"Open wider."
