Dark Abyss by Kaitlyn O'Connor (classic novels for teens .txt) 📕

so, she was almost equal parts unnerved and thrilled by the hungry demand of his touch. Her heart rate sped up, making her lungs work harder for air and adding to the drunken euphoria that inundated her the moment she took his taste and scent inside her.

He explored her restlessly with his hands while he kissed her, sending a constant flow of pleasurable signals to her brain to complete the chaos there. She couldn’t seem to manage more than clinging to him weakly to keep from sliding down him. She felt a bump and the coldness of the wall against her back without ever having realized they’d moved.

He used the barricade to press his lower body against hers rhythmically, directing her scattered wits to the answer to the need that had begun to drum through her. The kiss was wonderful, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted him inside of her.

Her mind struggled with the logistics of mounting him. She dismissed the idea of enticing him into her bed when it occurred to her that they might have to run a disapproving gauntlet along the way and pushed herself upward. Locking her arms more tightly around his shoulders, she pushed up on her tiptoes and lifted the thigh his cock was bruising, coiling that leg around his hips. His cock obligingly slipped between her legs, bumping along her cleft just enough to set her teeth on edge when he curled his hips again.

He dropped his hands to her buttocks, digging his fingers into her and trying to spear the mouth of her sex. Apparently, he realized that wasn’t going to work the same moment she did. Tearing his mouth from hers, he shifted his hands to her thighs, hoisted her up the wall and braced her there. She peered down between them dizzily, watching as he grasped his shaft and guided it by feel until he rang the spot.

Ian’s face was a harsh mask of need when he lifted his head to look at her. It sent an answering shaft of need through her. Her kegels responded by clamping around the head of his cock in a chokehold that frustrated both of them. She couldn’t seem to command the muscles to let go or ease up long enough for him to penetrate her more fully and the moisture her body had produced wasn’t helping with the vice-like grip her muscles had on him.

He distracted her by clamping his mouth over one of her nipples. The minute he did, the muscles in her sex began to spasm madly and her weight carried her down his shaft a little further with each fluctuation.

He let go of her breast, panting hoarsely, and nuzzled his face against her neck.

“Tell me you’re close, baby,” he muttered raggedly. “This is going to be a rough, fast ride.”

Close to what, she thought, vaguely confused? But his husky voice and the promise of a rough ride made her quake with the first tremors of her climax. Dismay flickered through her. “I think I’m coming,” she gasped.

“Jesus, baby!” Ian growled, tightening his hold on her and driving deep.

She groaned, squeezing her eyes and trying to hold on to the pleasure, but it was a losing battle—a lost battle. The first quake hadn’t been a warning that she was close.

She was there, and there was no stopping it. And then she didn’t want to stop it. Every thrust sent exquisite waves of the most glorious rapture through her. She gasped, held her breath, tried to keep the glory of it bottled inside, but she couldn’t seem to prevent the little moans of pleasure from escaping.

He drove them from her with his near frenzied pumping in and out of her. She was still enjoying the delightful aftershocks when he stopped, panting raggedly, jerking against her.

A sublime sense of peace washed over her as she clung to him limply and then a flicker of uneasiness wafted through her. “Was it good for you?” she asked a little anxiously, a little drunkenly.

He uttered a shaky chuckle. “Baby, if it had been any better, I think my heart would’ve exploded,” he murmured, gnawing along the side of her neck and lifting a rash of pebbled skin that sent a shudder through her.

Dragging in a deep breath, he eased away from her and allowed her to slide to the floor. He leaned toward her, nibbling lazily at her lips when she lifted her head. “We need to get you out of here before the others wake up,” he muttered.

She grimaced, feeling semen beginning to slide down her thigh. “I need to wash up,” she said uncomfortably.

“Make it quick. I thought I heard somebody stirring.”

She wobbled as quickly as she could toward the lavatory and rinsed off. Ian wrapped her towel around her just as she shut the water off and all but shoved her out the door as soon as he’d taken a quick look down the hall.

She stared at the door a little blankly when he’d shut it, but a sound from the nearest room galvanized her. Whirling, she sprinted for the room she was occupying and dashed inside.

Her heart was beating unpleasantly fast when she leaned back against the door and that was just the beginning. By the time she’d dried off and pulled her robe on, all sorts of unpleasant, if unnamed, feelings were rambling around inside of her.

The almost … clandestine nature of their interlude made guilt begin to creep through her. She had no reason to feel it that she knew of and yet that alone wasn’t enough to banish it.

Why had he said he shouldn’t do it? Why had he practically shoved her out the door?

Well, that was easy. He was done