Charming But Reckless (NightShade Security #5)

Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

ARICK

After dealing with the park mission, it was clear I was worn out. My emotions had been on a high all day with the lead up to the big reveal. And all I wanted to do was go home and be held by Orion.

I wanted us to snuggle in bed together and pretend that the world outside didn't exist. That wasn't something we could do all the time, but I truly needed some type of reassurance.

I knew it wasn’t Olivia's fault that her father was a bad guy. She was clueless to his ways. As a mother, she was also truly concerned about her children's safety. She agreed to do whatever we needed to help stop her father and the men around him.

It was the fact that I was so close to someone that meant a lot to Jackie Varr that had me thrown off. The knowledge that I could have made him hurt as much as he made me these last several months.

I wasn't an evil person though. I didn't have it in me to torture and kill.

Sure, I'd gotten in a fair few fights through the years. Some while trying to defend myself, and others while gathering information about my son. They were all rather short. Nothing that had any permanent effects.

Orion though, he was different. I didn't need him to tell me that he had tortured and killed people. It was clear in the way the NightShade men held themselves that they would do anything to take out a target. Those X's on those faces Memphis kept putting up on the wall weren't because they were arrested.

It was because they were gone. As in dead.

The thought should have scared me. Strangely, it did the opposite.

I was aroused knowing Orion would do whatever he could to protect the people he cared about. It gave me confidence I wouldn't normally have.

The man was so much more than I could have ever imagined.

And the way that he swept in today, claiming my mouth so publicly, basically branding me as his for anyone watching, it did silly things to me.

Part of me knew it was because of what I said on the phone. Those words that should not have left my lips but felt like the truth. Or as if I was headed towards the truth.

Because things were still too high octane for me to really know.

Did I love Orion?

Was he my forever?

Or was I simply having a speed moment? Was the adrenaline and excitement of the situation, the fact that I found my long-lost friend making me feel things that weren't really there?

I didn't believe that was the case. I had spent enough time with others casually dating before my son was born to know that what Orion and I shared was different. It was unique. It was more.

Tank informed us we could leave and that the rest of the team would handle the work needed to prepare to take out Varr. He said we needed time to relax after a busy morning.

I wanted to thank him profusely, though I didn’t think it would go over well. If anything, it would have only dragged out the quick goodbyes we gave before we headed home.

Just as I’d said to Olivia, Sol was exhausted. He and the three Varr children were bouncing off the walls with Archie once we got back from the park. He kept nodding off the whole way home.

He passed out the minute he made it to his room, face first in the pillows and all.

Orion chuckled behind me, then pulled me by my hips back so he could close the door. Silently, he led me down the hall and down the stairs to his room. To our room.

It would take time for that to sink in, for me to feel like I truly had become a part of the space.

When we were behind the closed door, and I knew the house was secure, it was as if the gates inside me broke open. I tugged Orion forward and kissed him, letting all the emotion I felt for him, all the desire and the need, surge out of me.

He didn't hesitate to kiss me back. His hands grabbed me, pulling and tugging me closer as if he could not get enough.

I knew I couldn't.

As we became tangled up in one another, I gave myself permission to just be in the moment. I wouldn't worry about my son or the future or money. All I needed was Orion: his body, his pleasure, his love.

The last one was something that would take more time. He hadn't said the words back to me, nor did he call me out for them. There was a look in his eye that said he would soon.

It was coming, whether I liked it or not.

I welcomed the discussion about us. Only it would have to wait.

I pushed away all my thoughts to drift further into feeling. His hands roamed my body as his tongue swept across mine. He tasted me over and over and over.

He tugged at my clothes until they came free, baring my body to his greedy gaze. I did the same for him, not stopping until his skin pressed against mine.

When we were both naked, we pulled back, panting. Our chests rose and fell in sync. The connection we had was so intense that it felt as if we were already one.

Orion's gaze swept down my body. I returned to favor, noting every muscle and every blemish, every scar.

He would have to tell me those stories another time. I was too keyed up. I needed him too damn bad.

"What do you want?" he asked me.

"You," I replied.

He bit off a curse, then came at me. He moved so fast I braced myself for the blow. Only his touch was softer this time. He was savoring me. His mouth went to my neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses against my heated skin.

I would have marks; of that I had no doubt.

But I didn't care. I leaned my head to the side, giving him even more room to work.

Paint me, Orion. Make me your canvas and cover me with your marks. I thought the words, though I didn't say them.

Orion did as I wanted anyway. Again, we were so in sync that he knew what I needed before even I did.

When he'd had his fill, he leaned back to look me in the eye. His hand wrapped around my cock in a bold move of ownership. I jolted at the contact, still off-balance from the passion he placed upon my upper body.

"I need to taste you," he said.

I nodded, then watched as he slowly lowered to his knees. His movements were reverent, like he wanted every second to count in this slow, torturous build-up.

I wanted to scream at him to hurry up, and yet I felt such contentment at the pace he'd set. This is how it was meant to be between us. How it would always be if I had a say in it.

Looking down at him, I found his eyes locked on me already. I'd been too caught up in my head again, so I shook myself, then ran my fingers through his hair.

"Please," I begged.

He gave me that sexy smirk I'd seen him toss around. Only for me, it was even more heightening than when he was being casual at work. There was affection beneath it. And desire. A potency one could not fake.

"Please, Orion," I pleaded again when his hand remained still.

It was locked tight around my cock. I needed movement, friction, anything to get me past this yearning sensation I felt for him. It's a need that I couldn't fulfill on my own.

"As you wish," he said.

Leaning forward, he wrapped his lips around me as his tongue swirled my crown. I closed my eyes tight and clamped my jaw. I bit off every curse and shout I wanted to let loose.

A slap to my thigh had me jolting them open a second later, though. "I want to hear you," Orion demanded.

I nodded, then loosened my muscles.

"That's it," he practically purred. "Let me know what you like."

With that instruction, he went back to focusing on my length. Then he proceeded to give me the best head I'd ever had in my life, not that there was much to compare it to, but still. I was swept away in the heat of it all.

My body couldn't figure out where to focus between the feeling of him wrapped around me, the wetness of his mouth, and the heavy look he gave as he worked.

I was helpless.

My orgasm surged forward quicker than I would have pictured, and Orion doubled down on his efforts, as if he could sense what was coming.

I didn't have the strength to use proper words to tell him. I was nothing but gasps and grunts, an animal standing before their mate desperate for more.

I felt wild. Unhinged.

He took me all the way to the base, his lips nestled in the short hairs there. My crown was squeezed by his throat as he swallowed right as his hand moved to cup my balls, and I was a goner.

Cum poured from me, spurting down his throat. He swallowed quickly, then waited until I stopped convulsing before he slowly pulled back.

His fist lazily stroked my softening cock as he grinned and licked his lips. "Delicious," he said, his voice teasing.

"Your turn," I panted.

But he shook his head. He stood much quicker than he had knelt and tugged me towards the shower.

"Let me pamper you first. Then we can come back to me."

"Pamper me?"

I didn't need pampering.

I needed him.

He wouldn't hear any of it, though. Instead, he turned on the shower and pulled us both inside. It was already warm, which only made me more frustrated about this entire house situation.

The man was far more well off than I could imagine. My old shower took me about fifteen minutes to get to a decent enough temperature so I didn't feel like I was a popsicle.

In typical Orion fashion, meaning his caregiver and protector mode, he went about cleaning me from head to toe. I watched as he lathered up a washcloth and scrubbed my face gently, then went over my neck and shoulders.

As he made his way down my body, I felt a calm settle over me. The excitement of the day and the adrenaline-fueled sexual tension from before had melted.

All I wanted was to be with him and to please him. Whatever that meant, I would do it.

When he finished cleaning me, I went to grab another washcloth he had brought in to return the favor. He shook his head and pointed to a bench that was recessed in one corner.

"Have a seat. I'll be done in a minute."

I did it as he said, because again, I was too relaxed to properly argue. As I watched him from my seat, he cleaned himself up.

It was a goddamn erotic performance.

Every drop of water and bubble of soap felt like this sensual story, moving down the planes of his body until it washed away down the drain.

My mouth went dry as hunger built within me again. I couldn't understand how one man could have my emotions surging and dipping so quickly.

All it took was a glance at him, and I was ready to go.

My cock was fighting to harden again, and I lazily reached down to stroke myself as I kept my eyes on him. When he reached his own cock and tugged at it, I whimpered.

It wasn't intentional, but there was no stopping it, not when he was such a beautiful sight.

He took one look at me and the unhurried pace from before changed. He finished his shower, though he left the water running as he stalked to me. His hands went to the walls behind me above my head, which put his cock at the perfect height with my mouth.

"You look like you need something," he said.

I didn't answer him verbally. Instead, I let go of my length to grab his.

Orion’s head fell forward, his eyes blazing as I stroked him. I took him in my mouth, letting his heavy cock rest on my tongue for a moment as I stared up at him. It was nearly an exact reversal of what we had done earlier. Only I was once again powerless in the situation instead of in control like he’d been.

And it still felt that way. Like, no matter what I did, he would be the one to lead. And I fucking loved it.

I pulled back just far enough to tell him what I needed.

"Use me," I said. "Take my mouth however you want. I don't want to have to think."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded, then pressed forward and opened my mouth again. His tip grazed my tongue, sinking further inside until it was all the way at the back of my throat. I gagged slightly, then relaxed so he could do what I had asked.

His eyes were nothing but fire as he took my hair between his fingers. I softened at his touch, knowing that this was everything I wanted, everything I needed.

Orion went about fucking my face like it was the last chance he'd ever get for pleasure.

He used me and forced himself down my throat, making me gag and choke as I fought to breathe.

I loved it.

And he knew that I loved it.

The dopey grin on his face and his encouraging words were enough to let me know.

"You fucking loved my cock choking you, didn't you?”

“This is what you need, baby.”

“You're trusting me so beautifully."

Neither of us made promises about what would come next. And we hadn't spoken about taking another step in our sexual discoveries.

But as he took my mouth, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I wanted him buried inside me. I needed to feel what it was like when he let loose completely and filled me.

It wasn't something I had done in a very long time, but I would be willing to do it again and again for him.

“Swallow it,” he demanded a minute later.

I didn't hesitate to open myself up as his cock swelled, and I felt the first burst of cum hit my tongue. He had pulled out far enough to stroke himself. It also gave me a chance to catch my breath. I sucked in as much air as I could while drinking him down.

When he was done, he took a few steps back into the shower and rinsed himself off again. Then he was back in front of me, squatting down so that we were face to face.

His hand cupped my cheek, his thumb moving in a soothing back and forth motion.

"You're perfect," he whispered, "so fucking perfect for me."

I didn't shy away from him, or his touch, and I didn't argue with him about it. Because that's what I wanted. I needed to be perfect for him. I wanted this to work out.

Whatever this was.

“Let's get dressed before the goblin wakes up.”

The joke had me laughing as he had likely planned. Then we were up and headed out of the shower.

I wasn't the same man that had gone into the space, and I knew that I would likely continue to change and grow on this journey with Orion. I could only hope that at the end of this journey, it would be him by my side with Solomon in front of us.

We would take care of him together and raise him together. We would be a family. That was all I wanted.