Chapter 16 #2
Her hand drops between us, brushing against my jeans before cupping me.
Every thought in my head stops, and my hips jerk before I can control it.
“Oh.”
I grip the counter beside her thighs. “Halston.”
She smiles wickedly. “Is that a warning?”
“It was.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
She strokes me through the denim, slow and firm, watching my face like she wants to see every crack in my control and file it away as evidence that she was the one able to make it happen.
She leans in, her teeth scraping lightly along my lower lip. “You’re so big.”
My eyes close. “Don’t tease me unless you want me to do something about it, Hal.”
Her hand presses harder. “I want you to do something about it.”
I open my eyes, and there is only Halston on the counter, half-undressed, legs around me, her hand on my cock.
I cup her face again. “Say that again.”
Her chest rises and falls. “I want you to do something about it.”
“What?”
Her cheeks grow pinker.
“Warren.”
“What, Halston?”
She swallows, her pulse quickening. “I want your mouth.”
Heat tears through me. “Where?”
She grips my shirt with her free hand. “Between my legs.”
The words almost finish me as my mouth starts to water.
I pull the tank top off her before unbuttoning her jeans slowly. She lifts her hips.
I pause, and she glares. “I swear to God, King, if you’re about to talk about efficiency right now—”
“I was going to say you’re impatient.”
“That’s so much worse.”
“I didn’t say it.”
She makes a frustrated sound, and I drag the zipper down.
Her jeans slide over her hips, down her legs, taking her shoes with them until she’s left on the counter in pale blue underwear and nothing else, her hair wild, breasts bare, cheeks flushed, glaring at me like she may kill me if I don’t touch her and may kill me if I do.
I’ve never wanted anyone more.
I drop to my knees and put my hands on her thighs as I kiss the inside of her knee, then higher.
She exhales and leans back slightly.
I take my time because I want to, and because I want her to feel the difference. There’s no rush. No drunken climb up the stairs. I kiss the soft inside of her leg, spreading her legs wider with my hands.
Her underwear is damp.
I press my mouth over her through the fabric.
Her hips jerk against my face, and I grip her thighs to keep her steady. The cotton is wet and warm beneath my mouth, and I drag my tongue over her. She makes a sound that seems to echo off the walls, and I do it again as she grips my hair.
“Please, Warren.”
I hook my fingers into the sides of her underwear and look up. Her eyes are closed, her head angled toward the ceiling, and her teeth sink into her lower lip. “Look at me if you want me to keep going.”
Her eyes fly open, dark and shining, desperate but beautiful.
I hold her gaze. “Good girl,” I purr.
Her breathing goes ragged, and I drag her underwear down her legs and discard them on the floor.
She’s about to say something when I press my mouth to her, and her words break into a moan.
She tastes like heat and want and Halston. For several seconds, I can’t think at all. My hands tighten on her thighs as her legs part even wider and her fingers clutch my hair. I groan against her because I’ve wanted this since I left her apartment that morning.
I lick her slowly at first. Long, deliberate strokes that make her body soften and tense at the same time. She’s already wet and sensitive, and her hips move toward my mouth despite her attempt to stay still.
I pull back just enough to say, “Do not behave now, Hal.”
Her laugh turns into a gasp when I slide two fingers into her. “God.”
I put my mouth back on her clit, and she stops trying to be still instead moving against my mouth, her thighs tightening on either side of my head.
I keep one arm locked around her hip, not trapping her but holding her exactly where she asked to be.
My fingers move inside her, slow and deep, finding the angle that makes her curse softly.
The piercing in my cock presses painfully against my jeans.
I want the ache. I want the proof of restraint while I make her lose hers.
She pulls my hair harder, and I groan. She jerks under my mouth, and I look up at her without stopping. Her eyes are heavy, dark, and fixed on me.
I nod once, and her fingers twist tighter.
I suck her clit into my mouth and stroke inside her harder, and her entire body locks.
“There we go,” I say against her.
A broken, strangled moan breaks through her, and I keep the rhythm steady, not rushing her toward the finish line. Her hips rock against my face, her knees trembling, her breath catching over and over until her control finally snaps.
She comes with my name in her mouth this time.
Warren.
This time, she knows who she’s calling.
This time, I know exactly what it will cost me to hear it again.
I work her through it until she pulls at my hair and whispers, “Too much.”
I stop immediately and kiss the inside of her thigh and then the other. When I look up, I find her flushed all the way down her chest, her mouth open, and one hand braced behind her.
The sight of her almost ruins my life.
She looks down at me, her smile dazed. “Hi.”
I almost laugh. “Hi.”
“You’re on your knees in my bakery.”
“Yeah, I am.”
I stand, and she reaches for me immediately, pulling me between her legs. She kisses me hard, tasting herself on my mouth without hesitation. The sound she makes into the kiss almost breaks me.
Her hands go to my belt.
She unbuckles it with unsteady fingers, then unbuttons my jeans. Her hand slides inside and wraps around me.
I stop breathing.
When she pulls me free, her eyes drop.
The first time she saw the piercing, she looked stunned.
Now she looks hungry.
I grip the edge of the counter. “Halston.”
Her thumb strokes over the head of my cock, then lower, touching the metal just beneath the head.
My hips jerk.
Her smile goes from soft to wicked. “I like knowing what that does to you.”
“You have no idea what you do to me.”
She stills, searching my eyes. “Show me.”
I kiss her. It’s messy, deep, and far past careful.
Her hand grips me, stroking me as my tongue tangles with hers and my fingers grip the hair at the base of her skull.
I can’t take it anymore.
“Condom,” I moan against her mouth.
She nods, breathless. “Wallet?”
I nod.
She reaches into my back pocket, pulling out my wallet and taking the condom out. When she hands it to me, I tear it open and roll it on, my body hot under her gaze. When I finish, her legs hook around my hips.
I step in, the head of my cock sliding against her.
She’s wet and swollen from my mouth, so slick I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from entering too fast. Her hands grip my shoulders, her forehead pressing against mine.
“Tell me what you want when you want it, Hal.”
“Okay.” She nods, her forehead pressing against mine.
“If you want slower, tell me.”
“Please don’t think I’m fragile.”
“If you want harder, tell me that too.”
She smiles. “I’ll scream it.”
I push into her slowly, and her mouth opens against mine.
Every inch is brutal.
Her cunt is tight and hot, still fluttering from the orgasm I gave her moments ago, and the angle of the counter makes her feel different than the bed did. Higher and deeper. Her legs tighten around me, and the piercing drags exactly where it made her lose her words the first time.
She gasps.
I stop halfway.
Her nails dig into my shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“Good?”
“Good. More.”
I give her more slowly, because the alternative is taking too much too fast.
When I’m fully inside of her, I stop again. Not because I want to, but because I have to.
Because being inside Halston in the bakery, under the dim lights, with her arms around me and her breath in my ear, does something to me that sex alone has never done.
I feel placed.
Like I belong here.
And the fear of that sends a thrill through me so sharp that I might come from the thought alone.
She shifts, and my head drops to her shoulder as pleasure climbs my spine.
“Warren?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re thinking too loud again.”
“I know, baby.”
Her fingers slide into my hair, pulling until I lift my head.
Her eyes hold mine. “I don’t want careful right now.”
The words cut through me.
“Halston.”
“No.” She shakes her head once. “I don’t want the version of you who stops every feeling at the door. I want you.”
“I’m here.”
“Not all of you.”
She reaches up and touches my mouth with her thumb. “I don’t have all of it yet.”
The sentence does something I can’t place. Something low and animalistic. Something I could never put on one of my lists.
I catch her wrist and bring her thumb to my mouth, and her eyes widen. I suck it once, tasting the salt from her skin. Her thighs tighten around my hips, and her pussy clamps down on my cock.
I guide two of my fingers to her mouth. “Open.”
She does. Fuck.
I push my fingers past her lips slowly, watching her take them in. Watching her eyes go heavy as her tongue moves against me. She holds my gaze the whole time, and the sight of it breaks me.
“Do you know what you look like right now?” I ask.
Her answer is muffled around my fingers.
I press down lightly on her tongue.
“You look so fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”
She moans around my fingers. Around me. I move my hips once, and her eyes flutter as she cries out.
“Yeah,” I say, my voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it. “Let me hear how bad you want me.”