Chapter Six #2
"Fucking hell, Chloe," I growl, flicking my tongue against her clit as I slowly work two fingers inside her. She's a vise around them, so fucking tight. "I want to keep you here all day, just like this. Does it feel better than your dreams, princess?"
"Yes," she sobs, rocking her hips so that she's practically riding my face from below. I'm not complaining. Seeing her like this—all wanton and wild for me—is the highlight of my life, hands down. "Please don't stop, Trystan. Please."
"You think I would? I want you wrecked, baby." I curl my fingers up, searching for her G-spot. I know the second I find it. Her mouth opens in a soundless cry, her inner muscles clamping around my fingers. "That's the spot, isn't it?"
She clings to the sheets, her eyes rolling wildly.
"Yeah, it is." I chuckle, running my tongue all around her clit while I stroke that spot again and then again.
She shatters with a choked cry, practically levitating from the bed. I hold her down with one hand on her hip, keeping her right where I want her as she convulses, soaking my face.
It's the sexiest damn thing I've ever seen. I lick her through it, growling and cursing, desperate to tip her over the edge again just so I can see it one more time.
"Please, please," she gasps, trying to squirm away from me.
"Nu-uh. You told me not to stop licking this pretty little pussy." I flick my tongue against her clit again and then again. "So I'm not going to, princess. Not until you give me one more. Give it to me." I seam my lips around her swollen clit, sucking hard.
"Trystan!" she shouts, falling apart for me again, more intensely than the first time. This one leaves her shattered beneath me, shaking and gasping.
I lick her through it, gently bringing her back down. Once she falls limp, I press a soft kiss to her clit and then prowl up her body, leaving adoring kisses in my wake. I stop at her lips, my eyes locking with hers.
"You're fucking beautiful when you're coming for me, Coco." I brush strands of hair out of her face. "Maybe that'll be my next tattoo, you just like this."
"Don't…" She pauses, panting. "Don't you dare."
I chuckle, lying beside her, grinning. Happier than…fuck…happier than I've been in a long time. Too damn long.
She turns her head to look at me. For a long moment, she just stares, and then she gets that look in her eye—that steely, stubborn, determined look that tells me louder than words that I'm about to pay dearly.
I am not wrong.
She shifts, sitting up. One hand lands against my shoulder, shoving me onto my back. I watch, half in amusement, half ready to pounce, as she rises over me like a Pagan Goddess, all curves and naughty plans.
"What are you doing?"
"You got to play." She flicks her gaze up to mine, her expression hot enough to burn. "Now, it's my turn."
I groan when she immediately reaches for my boxers, yanking them down to my knees.
My dick springs free, bouncing in her face.
The little minx ignores it, though. Aside from the whisper of her breath across the head, she doesn't go anywhere near the hard bastard.
Instead, she sits back on her heels, looking at me like she's trying to decide where to start.
Honestly, though, if she's taking suggestions…
"What was it you said you were thinking about?" she asks, reaching out to run a single fingertip down the ridges of my abdomen. "Oh, that's right. Me on my knees with your dick down my throat."
"Jesus," I rasp, precum welling from the tip. "Princess, you don't…" That's as far as I get before she's got that perfect hand on me, wrapping it around my shaft. My hips arch from the bed, my balls throbbing.
She holds my gaze as she leans down, so fucking slowly it's torture.
"Chloe!" I shout, already on the verge of losing my goddamn mind as soon as she wraps her lips around the head of my cock.
She doesn't tease or take her time. Once she's right there, she just goes for it, the same way she does everything in life.
And fuck me running. Her mouth is perfect. So perfect.
I destroy her braid, trying to get my hands in her hair, trying to get her hair out of her face so I can see. And then my soul threatens to leave my body at the sight of her perfect lips wrapped around my cock.
"Jesus, princess," I choke, trying like hell to stay still. If I move, I'll have my dick all the way down her throat while she chokes on it. I know I will. "Jesus."
She hums around me like she's enjoying this as much as I am, and then plunges down, taking damn near half of me at once.
I shout her name. Curse. Babble like a brainless idiot.
It feels too good. Christ, it's heaven, better than every dream I've ever had, combined.
Her hand slips between my legs to cup my balls, and I lose it. Just…fucking snap.
Between one breath and the next, she's flat on her back beneath me, and I'm breathing like I just ran a marathon. And she knows exactly what she did. She fucking smiles at me, her tongue swiping along her bottom lip like she's lapping up my taste.
"Delicious," she whispers.
I snarl her name, yanking her legs up over my hips. Both of them. Same time. It puts her perfect pussy right up against my cock. I feel her dripping on me, and I'm not sure which of us enjoys it more. We both moan. We both shake.
"I want to fuck you into next week right now," I growl against the side of her throat.
"What's stopping you?"
I lift my head to meet her gaze. "The fact that I won't survive hurting you."
Her expression softens, amusement morphing to something deeper, some emotion I'm not sure I know how to name. It's shock, awe, and adoration all at once.
"You won't hurt me, Tryst," she whispers, reaching up to cup my jaw. "I may be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I haven't played."
"What the fuck?" I scowl down at her, a hot surge of possessive jealousy rushing through me.
It's not like I have a right to feel it.
Until today, she wasn't mine. No, fuck that.
She was mine. She's always been mine. And even though I thought she hated me, I never could stand the thought of her with anyone else.
Anytime another man was even mentioned in relation to her, I made sure to show up to shut that shit down.
I'm not even sure there was ever anything to shut down.
She never paid anyone else any attention, but I showed up and made her see me anyway.
She immediately rolls her eyes at me. "Easy there, tiger. That's not what I meant. There's never been anyone else. Not even a date, Trystan." Her cheeks flush at the admission. "But I'm twenty-four. I have needs. I learned how to handle them myself."
Fuck. Oh, fuck.
"You mean toys."
"Yes."
"Are you going to let me use them on you?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe, my ass," I growl, shifting so my dick bumps her clit. "I will be using them on you. Every goddamn one you own, Chloe, just to ensure you remember what I did to you with them every time you touch them."
She whimpers my name, clinging to my shoulders.
I shift my hips again, and then again, just to hear her say my name like that once more. But after a few seconds, I'm no longer sure which of us I'm torturing. She's scorching hot and soaking wet, and I am dying to feel her wrapped around me.
"Kiss me, Chloe."
"So bossy," she complains softly.
"Shut up and kiss me," I growl, claiming her mouth before she has a chance to respond.
I'm not interested in silencing her, though.
Frankly, I don't give a fuck what she calls me.
I want to hear everything she has to say.
But if I'm not inside her in the next two seconds, I'm going to snap this bedframe in half.
She melts beneath me, kissing me back like she never wants to stop. It doesn't help calm me down any at all. If anything, it makes me that much more desperate.
I line up at her entrance, praying I make her come before I do. I refuse to accept anything less.
"Trystan," she whispers, her head falling back as I slowly push inside.
And fuck me, I want to cry. She's burning hot and so fucking tight.
She's here right now, wrapped around me and clinging like she never wants to let me go.
This isn't perfection. It's an entirely different plane of existence altogether.
"Christ, baby," I groan, my forehead against hers as I sink into her little by little, trying like hell to give her time to adjust. I don't know how big her toys are or how often she uses them, but I'm not a small guy.
She doesn't seem like she's in pain, though. She's moaning beneath me, whispering my name over and over. Every recitation has my blood boiling and my balls throbbing.
I kiss her again just to taste the way she moans.
My hips come to rest against hers.
Finally. Finally, I'm where I belong. We're where we belong. She's in my arms, wrapped around me, mine. The same way I've always been hers, body and soul.
"Christ, Coco," I whisper, my voice shaking. "Christ."
"I know," she says, trembling beneath me. Her eyes meet mine—wide, glassy, full of emotion. "Trystan."
I kiss her again, pouring everything into her, everything I haven't said. Everything I wish I'd told her a long goddamn time ago. I give it all to her, drowning her in it.
She clings to me, squirming, panting.
I tip my hips back and then thrust forward.
The way she sobs my name? Oh, yeah. I need to hear that again.
I start moving, surging into her in powerful strikes, burying myself as deep as I can get before pulling back to do it all over again. She sobs every fucking time I bottom out. She's stretched around me, tight and perfect, clawing at my shoulders.
It still isn't enough. I lift her leg higher, fucking her harder, deeper. My teeth find her skin, leaving little bites that have her clenching around me again and again. Her nails rake harder. She sobs even louder.
"I want to stretch you wide and pour myself into you, Chloe," I growl against her skin. "I want you to feel me every time you move, every time you breathe."
"Yes, do it," she demands. "Please, Trystan. Please."
"The way you beg for it," I groan, nipping her shoulder. "Fuck. I want to ruin you, you know that? Just…keep fucking you until I'm the only thing you remember. You'd let me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
I growl, a savage, feral sound, wrapping one hand around her throat.
I don't squeeze. Much. I just hold it there.
Hold her there, pinned beneath me and moaning while I fuck my way into her soul.
She holds my gaze the whole time, like she's daring me to claim it or take it or pour myself into every inch of it.
And then she wrecks me, ruins me like she hasn't already been doing that for years.
"I'm yours, Trystan," she whispers. "I've always been yours."
I roar her name, fucking her like a madman, no control, no restraint, just…hers.
Her body bows beneath me as my hips crash into hers, a loud cry of ecstasy tumbling from her lips. Every muscle in her body locks up as she shatters, my name echoing around us.
And goddamn, she was stunning earlier, but she's otherworldly now.
Her inner muscles clamp around me so tight I can't move. I can't breathe. I just fucking die the sweetest death in her arms. I'm lost in her, buried to the hilt, my cock pulsing as rope after rope pours into her.
"Chloe," I choke. "Christ, Chloe."
She sobs my name in response, and I know—I fucking know—I'll do whatever it takes to keep her, even if it means changing everything.