Force of Forever (All In #0.5)

“Maiming my sexual partners? No, it’s not. Holy crap.” She flapped around him, assessing the damage and dying of embarrassment at how carried away she’d become.

Finally, he caught her wrist and brought her back around to face him. “Pia, I’m not upset. You’re so fucking sexy. And you getting so wrapped in us?” He pulled her back on his lap, nipping at her lip to stop the protest that had been forming. “I wanted to justruinyou in every way you wanted. Instead, you ruined me, and I fucking loved it.”

“You did?” The pounding in her heart slowly traveled south.

“I did. I wish we could do it again.”

Pia nodded wordlessly. Matt had to be a magician or a warlock, or whatever kind of being cast spells. So few words, such intense effect on her body.

He patted her bum. “Finish eating. Drink your coffee. Do whatever you need.” He flashed her a smile that was part hospitable, part warning. “Then prepare for me to ravage you again with my mouth.”

Pia could have followed his suggestions. She could finish the homemade Americano, eat more luscious pastries. But she didn’t move from his lap. With every breath, she felt braver. Surer. More connected to the man under her. “How about I do you instead? Right here. Now.”

She felt his heart start to hammer against her breasts. His hands gripped her thighs tight enough to leave bruises. “How? Sadly, condoms aren’t on the menu at the shop where I ordered croissants.”

Pia leaned forward so her lips brushed his. “I’m on birth control. If you’re clean, I’m willing to skip the condoms.”

He sat back, mouth open. “Merde, are you sure?”

Matt had given her the gift of Paris, and she would be reciprocating with a gift of her own. The two of them, bare. She nodded. “Another first for me.”

He groaned, clutching her closer. “Thank fucking God I’m clean, then.” His eyes lit her on fire. “Fuck me,petite diable. Right here. Now. I can’t wait any longer.”

God. His mouth was dirty and delicious. “What does that mean, what you just said?”

“Little devil,” he replied, squeezing her thighs and taunting her with his stormy eyes.

She snorted. “No one has ever called me a devil before.”

“No one has ever called me Romeo.”

“Mmm.” Pia planted kisses in the hollow of his throat and along his collarbone. Tasting. Teasing. “His story doesn’t end well, but yours will.”

“Fuck, you are a devil,” he groaned, tipping his head back to grant full access to his neck. His hands had moved to cup her backside, firm and possessive. He’d positioned her core right over his dick. He was already hard as granite.

Pia didn’t want to look behind her at the windows and terraces from which they might be seen. She’d lose her nerve. But after a few more rocks against him, a few more samples of the salt on his skin, and she stopped caring. Matt untied her robe to reveal her bare chest. She felt a cool breeze and warm hands followed by warmer lips.

His tongue circled over her nipple as he brought a breast closer to his mouth. Pia could hear herself, but she had no control over her voice. He feasted on her nipples and neck like he’d never be satisfied. He took over the movement of Pia’s hips, rubbing her against his hardness in quick little flicks. She trailed her fingers down his back, taking care to be gentle this time.

Before her brain could wink out entirely, Pia untangled herself from Matt’s arms and stood, breathing hard. She slipped out of her clean panties, now ruined, and gestured for Matt to do the same. His pants had to go. She’d already taken care of his robe. She kept hers on simply for coverage.

He complied, smirking all the while. He leaned back in the cushioned bistro chair, naked and beautiful and beckoning. “Come on then, little devil. Take me to heaven.”

His smirk disappeared as soon as Pia circled his cock with her hand. She balanced on his thighs, gripping him hard, tickling his lips with her own. She slid her tongue against his to deepen their kiss. He pushed back. A hand tangled in her hair as he dominated her mouth. His other hand landed on top of hers, coaxing Pia to double down on her move. As one, they rubbed his cock against her clit. Lightning flickered in every one of her veins.

With Matt, there was no “this or that.” Together, they layered sensation and experience, his pleasure and hers. She couldn’t screw him instead of kiss him, no. She had to do both. Without breaking their kiss, she lifted up and slid onto his shaft, allowing herself a slow descent down his length. Matt moaned, his hands spreading across her hips. French spilled from his lips, directed into her neck then into the sky.

Pia herself could barely breathe. Yet, somehow, she started to move. So did Matt. Pia didn’t even know who was in control as they each offered the other everything they had. His grunts spurred her on. So did his rough hands and tempest eyes. He wasn’t gentle. He didn’twantgentle. His fingers on her clit were sporadic and harsh. Teeth met nipples and pulled. Hands gripped hair too hard. Her nails carved paths. And through it all, his eyes made promises.I’ve got you, Pia. Fall with me.Even when she bumped the table and sent their coffee cups crashing to the ground. Even when the sounds of her unraveling were almost inhuman.

She’d found her perfect spot. Perfect pace. Matt had taken over, moving her up and down his shaft with her nipple in his mouth. Lightning shot from her veins into the rest of her body. She started to slip away again, into a black hole where all the light of all the worlds waited.

But Matt wouldn’t let her.

With a final scrape of his teeth, he let go of her breast. “Stay with me, baby.” He captured her mouth instead, their tongues tangoing as Pia imploded. She felt her nails pierce his pecs as she chased bliss with her mouth on his.

He dropped his head back so he could look in her eyes. “Stay with me,” he repeated. “Don’t stop. Don’t. Fucking. Stop.” His hands fisted in her hair as he let Pia take over. Seconds later, he followed, shouting his release across the rooftops. He clutched her close, dragging his lips across her skin while he pulsed inside her.

So raw together. So right. Pia hugged him back, memorizing Matt’s contours, his textures, and loving how cherished she felt in the strong arms of this near stranger.