Free Splinters by Thorny Sterling Page B

sexy,” he murmurs, his voice near subterranean in its rumble. “Just kiss me, Al. Kiss me.”
    There’s a desperate sound out of me and I’m panting so hard as his hands continue to wander over my body. I can’t do much more than press my parted lips to his, feel his mustache tickle my so sensitive skin. I’m shaking, I’m so aroused. I try to calm down, ease up, with deeper breaths and just hold onto the solidity of him. But he’s breathing hard, too, right up into me, and his hands—damn and bless his hands—pull me down while his hips roll up. More whimpers, more clinging, and I’m grinding against him when his tongue reaches into my mouth, wet and agile, to tease mine out to play.
    We’re kissing with force and passion. Jabbing, sucking, nipping and all the while gasping for air and holding so tight to each other. I make sounds like sobs and I can’t stop them, they’re my answer to his every growl and groan. He holds me with such strength, I can’t move anymore and that’s probably good because I could come like this, kissing him, touching him, feeling him explore me.
    Knowing he wants me as desperately as I want him.
    I throw my head back, struggling for air, only to suddenly gasp in surprise as he flips us around. I’m on my back on his bed, the sheets cool against my enflamed skin. Duke’s above me, pausing so he can look, those deep, dark eyes taking me in. He smiles, looking pleased and eager, and a laugh bubbles out of me.
    He takes my breath away all over again as he tosses the sheet away so he can move over me fully. I catch sight of his heavy, red cock before all I can do is feel it slide across my inner thigh all hot and wet. I moan when he settles his hips on mine, the pair of us thick and pulsing side-by-side. He lifts my cami up under my arms so he can press his hairy chest against my smooth skin. I pull him down, wanting his weight, and lean up to recapture his mouth.
    His hand, his forearm, snakes under me and along my lower back to hold me close. I can feel his other hand cradling the top of my head and, for a moment, I regret the loss of my hair again. He could’ve tangled his strong fingers in my hair, tugged a little, felt it glide over him. But when he speaks, I forget.
    “Baby,” he whispers breathlessly against my cheek. “Aw, baby.”
    Tears burn my eyes. I hear so much in that little word. It’s exactly what I crave. I want to be somebody’s baby, the one he’ll take care of and watch over and love. My God, it’s so fast . But I whisper, “yes,” and stare up into those expressive eyes because I’m in, I mean it, I’m his.
    Duke smiles sweet and happy. If he knows how far I’ve fallen for him already, he’s okay with it. That’s acceptance there in his rugged face. The pace doesn’t matter right now.
    With the hand he has under me, he manages to grasp the waist of my panties and pull. I lift my hips and he shifts upward to let me. He stops, distracted by my bare butt in his palm, and the panties are caught under my cheeks while now restricting my cock with even more pressure. For a moment, it feels exceptional to have him kiss me deeply and squeeze my ass while he rumbles. But then I just need the damn things off before I lose my mind.
    I wiggle and reach down, annoyed with having to stop touching him. But my panties are rolling, not coming off and I’m killing my own mood. “I can’t get them off,” I whisper urgently. The formerly favored panties bind my knees. I reach down, try to shift.
    Duke’s knee slides over my leg to pin the satin and lace to the bed. He’s deliberately holding me down.
    “Looks like you’re stuck.” He slides a rough palm up my side and under my arm to make me raise it over my head with the other one. He wraps his big hand around both of mine, leaning and holding my wrist. “I’ve got you now.”
    He’s trapped me. I’m trapped.
    I can’t breathe. Being manhandled has been fun in the past. But there’s this new element,