Nyra laughed, shaky, breathless, beautiful.
"Then don't stop."
He didn't.
The kiss reignited like dry tinder catching flame.
Nyra's lips parted under his with a soft, surrendering gasp, and Shane took full advantage: his tongue sliding against hers in a slow, deliberate stroke that made her shiver from head to toe. He cradled the back of her skull with one hand, fingers tangling in her damp black hair, angling her head exactly how he wanted so he could devour her deeper. She tasted of salt, faint sweetness from the Gatorade, and something uniquely her: warm, feminine, addictive.
Her hands clawed at his hoodie, bunching the fabric and pulling him down until their bodies sealed together. Chest to chest. Hips aligned. The thick ridge of his arousal pressed insistently against the soft heat between her thighs through too many layers of clothing. She rocked once, instinctive, needy, and a low groan rumbled out of his throat into her mouth.
Shane broke the kiss only to trail his lips along her jaw, down the elegant column of her throat. He paused at the ugly purple bruise blooming there, kissed it feather-light, almost reverent, then sucked a fresh mark just below it, hard enough to make her whimper and arch. Her pulse hammered against his tongue, fast and wild.
"Shane…" His name came out broken, breathy, more plea than word.
He pulled back far enough to meet her eyes: dark, glassy, pupils blown so wide only a thin ring of hazel remained. Her lips were swollen, glistening. Cheeks flushed crimson.
"Tell me you want this," he rasped, voice gravel-rough. "Every filthy second of it. Tell me you want me to fuck you right here on this dirty carpet until you can't remember your own name."
Nyra nodded frantically, nails digging into his shoulders. "I want it. I want you. Please, don't stop. Fuck me like you want me. Fuck me like you own me."
Permission granted.
His hands found the hem of the too-tight black tank top and shoved it upward in one impatient motion. The fabric caught on the heavy undersides of her breasts for a heartbeat, then snapped free. They spilled out, full and round and perfect, pale skin flushed pink at the peaks. Dark nipples already stiff, begging for attention. The sight punched the air out of his lungs.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he breathed, voice thick with raw hunger. "Look at these tits. Perfect and heavy. Made to be sucked, bitten, and marked. Been jerking off thinking about them since the first time you leaned over the podium in class. Wanted to bury my face between them and never come up for air."
He palmed both mounds at once, thumbs sweeping slow circles around the areolas before pinching the peaks between forefinger and thumb. Nyra's head fell back on a choked moan, spine bowing off the carpet. He dipped his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, tongue flicking the sensitive tip in rapid little strokes while his hand kneaded the other breast, rolling and tugging until she was writhing beneath him.
The sounds she made, soft, desperate whimpers turning into throaty moans, went straight to his cock. He switched sides, lavishing the neglected nipple with the same ruthless attention, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp and clutch at his hair.
When both peaks were swollen, glistening, dark with blood, he kissed his way down her sternum, slow, deliberate, tasting salt and skin. Her belly quivered under his lips. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Mia's leggings and peeled them down inch by torturous inch. The material clung stubbornly to her curves, outlining every dip and swell before finally sliding free.
No panties.
Just smooth, bare skin and the slick, swollen lips of her sex already glistening in the low light.
Shane groaned at the sight, deep, primal. He settled between her spread thighs, shoulders pushing her legs wider until her knees hooked over his arms. Her scent hit him, musky, sweet, aroused, and his mouth watered.
He dragged the flat of his tongue along her slit in one long, slow stroke from entrance to clit. Nyra's hips jerked violently off the carpet.
"Shane—!"
He sealed his lips around the swollen pearl and sucked, firm, insistent pulls that had her thighs trembling around his ears within seconds. His tongue circled the sensitive bud in tight, fluttering patterns, then flattened to lap broad strokes while two fingers slid inside her, hot, slick, impossibly tight. He curled them upward, stroking that spongy patch inside her in time with the rhythm of his mouth.
She was loud now, moans turning into broken cries, hips grinding against his face in helpless little rolls. Her fingers twisted in his hair, holding him exactly where she needed him.
"Right there, oh God, don't stop, don't you dare stop—"
He didn't.
He sucked harder. Fingers pumped faster. Tongue lashed relentlessly.
When she came it was cataclysmic: back arching so sharply only her shoulders and heels touched the floor, thighs clamping around his head like a vice, a raw, keening cry tearing from her throat as her walls fluttered and pulsed around his fingers. Slick heat flooded his hand, coated his chin. He worked her through every tremor, gentling his tongue to soft laps until she collapsed, shuddering, gasping for air.
Shane kissed his way back up her body, soft belly, the tender undersides of her breasts, the hollow of her throat, until he hovered over her again, forearms braced on either side of her head.
Nyra looked wrecked: eyes glassy, lips parted, chest heaving. She reached for him with trembling hands, fumbling at his belt.
"My turn," she whispered, voice husky and wrecked.
He helped her: boots kicked off, jeans and boxers shoved down in one impatient motion. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, flushed dark at the head, already leaking steadily. Nyra's gaze dropped. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips.
She pushed him onto his back, straddling his thighs. Her heavy breasts swayed with the movement, full, flushed, nipples still glistening from his mouth. She wrapped slender fingers around his length, stroking slow and firm from base to tip. Shane hissed through clenched teeth.
Then she bent.
Dark hair spilled over his hips like black silk as she took him into her mouth, hot, wet, and velvet. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the bead of pre-cum there, then slid down until he nudged the back of her throat. Shane's hand fisted in her hair, not forcing, just anchoring himself as she bobbed, sucking with messy, eager pulls. Her free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently while she hollowed her cheeks and took him deeper, gagging softly but never retreating.
The sight alone, her full lips stretched around him, cheeks flushed, breasts dragging against his thighs with every downstroke, was almost enough to finish him.
"Fuck, Nyra, your mouth is fucking heaven," he groaned, voice rough and reverent. "Suck it like you're starving. Like you've been dreaming about choking on my cock since the first time you saw me in class. Take it all, baby. Show me how much you want it."
She hummed around him, the vibration shooting lightning up his spine. She pulled off with a wet pop, hand stroking fast, eyes locked on his.
"Come for me," she whispered, voice dripping with need. "I want to taste you. Want to swallow every drop."
He did: hips jerking, a guttural groan tearing from his chest as thick ropes painted her tongue, her lips, dripped down her chin onto the tops of her heaving breasts. Nyra milked him through every pulse, licking him clean with slow, greedy swipes until he was twitching, oversensitive.
She crawled back up his body, straddling his hips again. Her breasts pressed slick and warm against his chest. She kissed him deep, letting him taste himself on her tongue.
Shane flipped them in one fluid motion, settling between her thighs once more. His cock, still rock-hard, and aching, nudged against her soaked entrance. The blunt head parted her folds, slipping just inside her heat, barely breaching, kissed by slick velvet warmth.
Nyra gasped, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back. She tilted her hips, trying to pull him deeper, inner walls fluttering around the tip in greedy little pulses.
He held himself there, poised at the brink, watching her face.
Her eyes were dark, pleading. Breasts rose and fell with shallow, desperate breaths, nipples brushing his chest with every inhale. Sweat glistened between them, tracing rivulets down her sternum. Hips rolled in tiny, helpless circles, coating him in more of her arousal.
"Shane…" Her voice trembled, raw need. "Please. I need you inside me. All of you. Fuck me like you own me. Make me forget everything except you."
He leaned down, lips brushing hers in the barest ghost of a kiss.
Then the front door rattled, hard and violent.
Not wind.
Not a stray zombie.
But voices, multiple. They low, male and angry.
"Break it the fuck down. I smell food. And pussy. Someone's in there having a real good time."
Wood splintered under a heavy boot.
Shane froze, every muscle locking tight.
Nyra's eyes widened in sudden, icy terror. Her nails dug into his shoulders hard enough to draw blood.
He pressed a finger to her swollen lips, cock still notched at her entrance, throbbing, desperate, while footsteps thundered closer.
The heat between them turned razor-sharp with fear.
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