If You Give an Artist a Killer Muse: A Dark Grumpy Sunshine Romance

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Briar

I wrap my arms on top of his shoulders, pushing myself against him as I continue to massage his lips with mine brutally.

“You taste like my new favorite dessert, angel,” I whisper, trailing kisses against his jaw, licking my way down to his neck and then back to his lips.

“Fuck you,” Rurik growl, his fingers digging through my shoulders.

Again, he’s not pushing me away.

“Judging by how hard you feel straining against your pants, I bet you want to,” I murmur, lowering a hand and cupping his length. “Oh, big boy, aren’t you?”

Rurik makes another sexy noise, whether it’s a growl or a groan, I don’t give a shit what. He sounds sexy as fuck, though. The soft moans he makes with the way I rub my palms against him tell me he’s enjoying this, whether he accepts this or not.

“Safeword is pussycat,” I whisper against his ear, “because my pussy will be the only one your cock will pet.”

“Jesus fuck,” He growls, closing his eyes and dropping his head back with a groan.

“Jesus isn’t present,” I bite his Adam’s apple, making him curse. “But I’m glad to hear I’m making you feel crazy enough to see him.”

“Stop fucking kissing me,” Rurik’s hands somehow make their way to my head again, his fingers wrapping my hair tightly.

“Say the safe word, angel, and I’ll stop.”

“Fuck,” He whispers, shaking his head with his eyes still tightly closed.

“We can if you want,” I say, pushing him to a chair and climbing on his lap.

He makes a guttural sound as I drive my hips forward and back. Am I dry-humping him like some horny teenager?

Fuck yes I am.

“The sounds you make are music to my ears,” I pull his head back to kiss him again. “Fucking tasty.”

“Don’t…Fuck…Stop…Briar!”

“Are you asking me not to stop or…” I trail off, moving on to his ear and nibbling it. “Can you repeat that? I don’t understand.”

I cup his dick again and nearly come right there. How the fuck is it possible that he grew thicker and harder? I haven’t seen his dick yet, and already I want to swallow it whole until I choke on it.

“Tell me what you want, Rurik,” I say, surprised that my voice sounds steady when I am anything but.

“Fuck off,” He growls again, glaring up at me with his hands now digging into my hips.

I grin down at him, tilting my head to the side to look at him.

He can fucking lie to me and himself, but I see the truth. With his eyes darkening with unfiltered lust, his swollen lips, his cheeks flushed, and with the way his breath coming out in unsteady huffs — He wants me.

“You’re sexy when you’re turned on,” I say, kissing the tip of his nose.

I don’t know if he notices it, but somehow, his hands made their way to my ass, and he keeps squeezing them painfully.

“Shut up.” He groans as I rub against his erection. “You’re torturing me, Briar.”

“Torturing you?” I can’t help but laugh, undoing the top buttons of his shirt so I can trail kisses against his chest. “I’m worshiping you, angel.”

He shivers against my lips, the rumbling sounds of his barely contained groans vibrating against my chest as I press our bodies closer.

“Let me worship you the way you deserve, Rurik.” I kiss the corner of his lips. “Let me show you how I’m fucking burning for you.” I lick his bottom lip. “Let me show you how crazy I am about you.”

He stares at me with wide eyes, his gaze running all over my face as if he’s searching for any bullshit I just told him. He won’t find any because they’re all true. I’m just a woman here to worship my angel.

I can’t help but frown when a flicker of nerves and uncertainty flash through his features. Has no one ever shown him the kind of attention I’ve given him?

I mean, if someone has, I’ll fucking kill them if they try again, but that’s a me problem, I guess.

I thrust against him again, and I’m rewarded with that delicious sound again. He lets out a surprised breath, and I inhale greedily, taking everything from him. I kiss him again and trace his lips with the tip of my tongue, begging for him to open up.

To my surprise, he doesn’t hesitate. He opens his mouth almost shyly, but my tongue immediately barges in, breaking down all his defenses.

I feel him shudder against me as our tongues fight for dominance.

He’s so fucking cute to think he’ll win, though. It’s fine. I’ll let him in this round.

“Briar.” His voice is rough from between our lips, “Get off me.”

“No.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“You’re delicious.”

“I fucking hate you.”

“Your cock doesn’t,” I dry-hump him again to make a point. “Tell me, angel. Are you hard because you find me repulsive or because you love how I feel against you?”

His hands make their way to my throat, and he squeezes hard, “Fuck you, you crazy psycho.”

“Mmm, choke me harder.”

“You’re fucking crazy!” He groans as my hips continue to move against his. He lets go of my throat and drops his forehead on the side of my neck, and I can feel hot puffs of air coming from his lips.

“Crazy about you, yeah.”

He pulls away and stares at me, swallowing hard again.

“Please get off me, and don’t make me do this,” He whispers, shaking his head. “Not right now. I don’t… I don’t want…”

I pause my movements and cup his cheek with my hand. “You don’t want what, angel? Do you want to say the safe word?”

He blinks and looks away, staring at the floor.

Everything in me wants to continue kissing and tasting him, but I don’t want him to think I’m someone with no self-control. Although, to be fair, when it comes to this man, I might have little to no control over the shit I think and do. Also, he may not believe this, but I respect him. If he doesn’t want this, I’ll fuck right off.

Maybe.

You’re scaring him.

Not according to his cock.

You’re doing too much.

Again, not according to his cock and the way he holds me. Ugh, can I just rip his pants off and ride the fuck out of him?

No. Chill out, girl.

But why? His body is responding so well to the way I’m touching him.

Chill the fuck out.

Ugh.

He lets out a sigh, and disappointment fills my veins. I gently pull away, making his head snap back to me.

“What?” I ask, letting go of his face but still straddling his lap. “What is it? Tell me.”

He swallows hard again, and I glare at his throat.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to bite your throat like a fucking vampire and drink you the fuck up and —”

“I’m a virgin.”

The sound of a broken record scratching fills my head as I stiffen.

The fuck did he just say?

I tilt my head to the side, staring at him. “Sorry, what did you just say?”

He glares at me and shakes his head. “No.”

I stare at him some more until I felt my face cracking into a stupid wide grin. “You’re a virgin?”

He purses his lips, shooting laser beams at me with his eyes.

“Oh, angel,” I sigh, inhaling his delightful scent. “You fucked up.”

“Wha — How?”

“Now, I will never let you go,” I say, kissing his jaw. “You’re mine.”

“Fuck you, Briar.”

“Oh, I’ll happily let you pop your cherry by fucking me, angel.”

He sputters, blotches of red appearing on his neck and the tip of his ears. Ugh, he’s so fucking adorable.

“Now.” I shove him back against the chair and stand up. He stares at me with confusion before widening when I drop between his knees. “Let me have a taste of that pure virgin cock, please?”

I pull down his zippers, my eyes on him as he stares at me with curiosity and fascination. I can’t help but quiver lightly at how he looks at me. He’s always gorgeous to me, but when he’s not looking at me with hate? He’s fucking devastating.

My eyes widen at the sight before me when I pull him completely out.

There it is, his cock standing tall and proud, precum dripping from the tip. Holy mother of fucks, my man is glorious. How the hell does he walk around with this thing tucked behind his pants all the time?

I blink and look up at him again. “Are you fucking kidding me? You literally have a third leg.”

Oh my god, he’s blushing.

He is blushing.

“Shut up.” He says bitingly, lifting his chin.

I raise a brow as if to ask, “Want to say the safe word?”

He swallows hard again for a few seconds and then gives me a tiny head shake as if he’s hoping I’d miss it.

He doesn’t have to admit it if he doesn’t want to. But he just gave me permission to continue, and who am I to deny my angel?

I grin, my fingers wrapping around his thickness and feeling his smooth skin against my hand as I stroke him slowly up and down, making sure to squeeze tighter when I reach the tip and using his precum as lube.

Jesus, he’s so hot.

Literally and figuratively.

His skin just feels so fucking warm against my palm, and the way he’s staring at me with his gaze swimming with lust and need, I’m surprised I haven’t gotten rid of my clothes for him yet.

His eyes roll as he closes them shut, his head ready to fall back as he groans huskily. “Get your filthy hands off of me.”

Pffft. Yeah, right, am I going to do that? Rurik Campbell is always playing hard to get with me.

“Eyes on me, Rurik. I want you to watch me while I fuck you with my hands until your warm cum shoots out, and I can lick it all up.”

“Fuck,” His eyes fly open, and he looks down at me, his lips parting.

A delicious tingle spreads up my spine with the wild look in his eyes.

“There you are. Hello, angel. I am so glad to see you again. Keep your eyes open for me, yeah? I want you to see who’s down on their knees for you,” I wink, giving the tip of his dick a playful kiss.

His eyes darken. “Is that where you belong, like my own little slut?”

“Aww,” I just smirk. “I love that you call me yours.”

He scoffs but continues staring at me, our eyes never leaving each other.

“Remember when my tongue swirled around your finger?” I ask curiously.

Rurik nods stiffly.

I smile, “You never answered my question that day.”

“What question?” His fingers are digging through the chair.

“Did you imagine it was your cock my tongue was playing with that day?”

“Fuck.”

“I know, Rurik, but not yet.”

I stroke him some more, loving how hard he is and how he was looking at me like he’d never seen me before. He’s looking at me like he’s about to go feral. He’s looking at me like I’m making him feel good. He’s looking at me like he wants this. He’s looking at me like he wants more. He’s looking at me like he wants me.

He’s looking at me like he trusts me.

Finally.

It’s not just the lust or the pleasurable buzz I’m feeling that’s making me feel so high. It’s the feeling of knowing that Rurik finally trusts me.

I open my mouth to ask if he’s still good, but I’m interrupted by the annoying sound of his phone ringing and vibrating simultaneously.

Buzzzz! Buzzzz! Buzzzz!

Are you fucking kidding me?

Just like that, the spell is gone, and the lust in his eyes quickly diminishes.

“Fuck!” His eyes widen with panic, and he roughly pushes me off of him.

I lose my balance and fall on my ass, staring up at him with confusion. What the hell is his problem now? One minute, he’s looking at me with fuck-me eyes, and now?

I growl as the look of contempt and hate fills his eyes again.

He stands up and quickly tucks himself, muttering curses under his breath.

I stand up and grin at him, refusing to show my annoyance. “You good, angel?”

“Stop fucking calling me that!” He explodes. “Why do you keep calling me that stupid nickname when I’m not your fucking angel? Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone and piss off to the hell hole you came from!”

I take a step back — not because of fear, this asshole can never scare me, but because he’s never raised his voice like that before. His eyes dart between me and the door I had closed. I made sure it was locked before throwing myself at him; I’m not that stupid.

I reach out a hand, trying to calm down the panic I see flashing his features. “Hey, Rurik—”

He flinches, bringing a hand over his chest and breathing heavily.

I frown. “Hey. Rurik. You okay?”

“Fuck off,” He spits, slapping my hand away. “I said don’t touch me!”

I drop my arms to my sides. “Angel, are you okay—”

But the man had to ruin this evening by opening his fat mouth. “Don’t fucking talk to me anymore, you disgusting, murderous psychopath!”

I freeze.

Did he just…?

That fucking word.

He just had to say that fucking word.

Rurik must have read something on my face that scared him. He takes a step back, his face draining of color. Before I can take a step toward him, he whirls around and runs off like a fucking coward.

Yeah, fuck that guy.

I give up.

He’s no angel.

Whatever fascination I had about him has completely disappeared.