The Suspect

chapter 25

If you know me, no you don't lol. Enjoy.

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I don't think anyone has ever kissed me with so much force and passion. Tatum holds my face with one of his hands tightly clasped around my neck, and I gasp when he bites down on my lower lip. He uses that as an opportunity to part my lips with his tongue and plunges it inside my mouth. As soon as I feel his tongue brush mine, we both groan in surprise and desperation.

The room is dead silent, the noises of our lips brushing echoing throughout it. My hands are still not doing anything so I run them up his chest. My fingers dip into his abs and I run my nails along the crevices and he immediately groans into my mouth. His hand on my waist moves down south, and goes over my ass, grasping one cheek in his large palm. He squeezes it and pulls me flush against him, which causes my leg to go over his waist. As soon as that happens, something hard comes in contact with my centre and my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"Fuck," he groans and squeezes my ass again, rubbing his erection along my heat, "Get on my lap right now."

It comes out as an order. A command. I shift my body weight to the leg around his hip and coming up, I push him against the headboard. His upper body rests against it, and I'm now straddling his hips. This position feels so much better and ignites a familiar hunger deep down. His hands come around my waist—on either side of it—and he pushes me into his hard length. I can feel him, hard and erect, through his pants. He repeats the movement again, and my silk shorts dampen by the second.

"Oh that feels so good," I breathe out as my clit hits just the spot. His hands travel up my body and he squeezes both my breasts over my top. I moan at the touch of his hands on my chest, and I gasp when he pinches my nipple.

"Fuck, do that again," he whispers hoarsely. It's not something I can do on command. He needs to—

Oh fuck. I moan again when his mouth latches onto my nipple through my tank top, and the burn feels so fucking good. His other hand toys and plays with my other breast, while he keeps rocking his hips into mine.

"Get this off," he impatiently says and before I can even process it, my tank top is off and his mouth is back on my breast. My very bare breast.

"Oh fuck," my back arches, and my head falls back which causes my chest to push further into his mouth. He bites on my little rose nub, and sucks it into his mouth, releasing it with a loud pop. He moves to the left, giving the same attention to my other breast.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs as he leaves my chest and kisses a trail along my collarbone and neck.

"Kiss me," I plead and yank his head so that his mouth is back on mine. He groans into my mouth and one of his hands leaves my hip and moves towards my core. The minute his thumb touches my sex, I'm in heaven. He rubs my clit through my pants, surely feeling the wetness seep through. I moan, loudly this time and I can feel him smirk.

"You like that?" he breathes out devilishly and all I can do is nod since words are lodged in my throat.

"No," I lie, rotating my hips and grinding into his hand, while simultaneously rubbing up and down his length. His hands make their place on my hips again, and he pulls me into him, rocking our hips together in one motion.

"Sure you don't," he smirks and pinches my clit through my pants. I jump but he holds me down with a searing kiss. 

"I want you," he says against my neck and I bite my lip when his lips latch onto my throbbing pulse.

"You have me," I breathe out in a momentary lapse of judgement and he just shakes his head.

"I do not want to dry hump you like fucking horny teenagers," he comments and pulls away just enough to look at me, "I want you on my cock."