Chapter 9
NINE
Sienna
Heath’s hands grip my hips, and the next thing I know, he’s lifting me into the air. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, and I cling to him as he walks.
“I’ve got you,” he grunts against my mouth as he carries me up the stairs and into our bedroom.
We stumble onto the bed, and I gasp as Heath kisses me harder, his lips moving against mine roughly as he licks his way into my mouth. His hand cradles my face, and he angles my head so that he can kiss me deeper.
His muscular body presses me into the mattress, and I moan as he settles between my legs, his hard cock rubbing against me in the best way. My body feels like I’m burning alive, and all I want to do is strip off our clothes and grind against him like I did the other morning.
“What do you need, baby?” Heath pants against my lips.
“You. I just need you. With no clothes.”
He jumps off the bed and starts to strip.
“What about you?” I ask him. “What do you want?”
“You. Naked. Begging me to fuck you harder.”
My mouth drops open, and my face flames with a blush.
Can I do this?
God, yes. I want Heath. I want him more than anything.
He pulls off his shirt, and I crawl off the bed, peeling my dress over my head and dropping it to the floor. I kick off my heels, sending them flying across the room, and I look at Heath.
He stares at me with heated eyes from across the bed, and I swallow hard as I take him in. His pants are unbuttoned and half unzipped, like he was stripping and got distracted.
By me, I realize.
A sprinkle of hair covers his chest, and my eyes follow his happy trail to the waistband of his boxers. His abs ripple as he shifts on his feet.
I gulp. What must he think of me?
I cross my arms self-consciously over my stomach.
Heath frowns at the movement. “Fucking hell,” he grunts.
I stare at him. “What?”
“You. Just… Jesus, baby. I’ve never seen anything sexier in my life.”
“Really?” I ask in disbelief.
He nods, his eyes drinking in my body like a starving man. “Look at your tits spilling out of that bra.”
“I… Yeah, I probably need to buy some new bras and clothes soon.”
“I’ll buy you whatever you want as long as you keep wearing lacy shit like that.”
My cheeks heat, and he growls, stepping closer.
“Leave it on. I want to be the one to take it off of you.”
“And these?” I whisper, my fingers brushing along the hem of my panties.
I hook my fingers into the waistband and pull down slightly. Heath’s eyes track the movement, and he reminds me of a predator stalking his prey.
Seeing him like this gives me a surge of confidence. I feel bold. I feel powerful.
“Do you want to take these off of me, too?” I ask, my voice low and breathy.
“I’m going to tear them off of you,” he snarls.
Then he’s lunging for me. His hands hook around my hips, and he drags me back onto the bed, rolling me under him.
His lips land on mine, and I’m instantly lost in him. It feels so right to be with him like this. Meeting him and being with him feels like fate.
He tugs the cups of my bra down, and his hands mold my breasts. He kisses a trail down my neck, and I arch into him as his warm breath fans over my skin.
When his lips wrap around my nipple, I think I might pass out. I’m so turned on already, and I’m not sure how much of this I can handle before I explode.
“Heath!” I cry, trembling beneath him.
“I’ve got you, baby. Let me hear you.”
Wrapping my legs around his hips. I rock against him. He growls, his teeth grazing my nipple. My eyes fall closed, and my head tips back on the pillow as I let Heath worship my body.
The sensations build inside me; the pressure grows bigger and bigger, and I know I’m about to combust.
“More!” I plead.
Heath groans, switching to my other breast. His fingers toy with one nipple while he sucks the other. I wrap my legs tighter around him, digging my heels into his ass as I grind up against him.
“Oh! OH!” I shout as I tumble over the edge.
“That’s it, Sienna. Soak those fucking panties.”
“Heath!” I sob as he rubs against me, prolonging my orgasm.
“So. Fucking. Hot,” he says, emphasizing each word with a thrust of his hips.
I gasp, my legs flopping open on the bed. Heath moans, prowling down my body, leaving kisses along my skin as he goes. I’m in a daze as he shoulders my legs apart and lies on his stomach between them. He reaches for my panties and tears them off, tossing the scraps over his shoulder.
That gets my attention.
I sit up, leaning on my elbows and staring down at him. “Wha—”
Heath grins up at me. I watch as he spreads my pussy lips with his fingers, and he moans at what he sees.
“He—” I’m cut off as he buries his face in my core.
As I watch, his tongue licks a path up my pussy and circles my clit. My legs tremble, and that now familiar pressure grows inside me again.
Heath’s fingers dig into my skin as he pins me in place. His mouth works over me. His tongue seems to be everywhere. My hips move, chasing it, and I whine, growing frustrated as he evades me.
“So needy, baby,” he rasps.
I glare at him. “Stop teasing me.”
His eyes flash, and before I can prepare, he sucks my clit into his mouth and lashes his tongue against the sensitive button.
“HEATH!” I shriek, my whole body quaking as my orgasm rises like a swell inside me.
“That’s it, baby,” Heath praises.
I cry out as he pushes one thick finger inside me. “Fuck!” I scream, my pussy clamping down on his finger as I wiggle against him.
“Come for me, baby,” he orders.
I do, screaming his name as I come all over his hand and face.
Heath licks up my orgasm, and I sag against the bed as I float down from my high.
His weight shifts on the bed, and when I peek an eye open, he’s pulling off his pants and boxers. Then he crawls up my body.
My eyes lock on his cock, and I tense.
“What?” He frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“I just… wasn’t expecting it to be so big,” I admit.
Heath chuckles. “It’s not that big.”
“It looks like a tree branch,” I tell him seriously.
He snorts. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Yes, it does. Want me to go outside and grab a branch so we can compare?”
“That won’t be necessary,” he says, kissing my neck.
“It’s too big.”
He shakes his head. “It will fit.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” I mumble.
“I promise, baby. It’ll be fine. Better than fine. I’m going to make this so good for you.”
I look into his eyes and nod. I trust him.
His cock lines up with my snug opening, and we lock eyes as he pushes inside me. I pant, shifting as I feel a pinch of pain.
“Just breathe,” Heath murmurs.
I inhale a deep breath.
Heath lowers his head to kiss me, and I taste myself on his lips and tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him to me, and he sinks in another inch. I suddenly forget about the discomfort. I’m so horny. My hips lift, and I groan as his cock bumps against my virginity.
“Perfect,” he breathes as he thrusts forward, sinking balls deep.
“Oh, God,” I gasp as I stretch around him.
The pressure is intense, but in a good way. I’m stuffed full of him and pinned beneath his big body on the bed. I can’t move, can’t even shift to get some relief, and I love it every second.
Heath pulls back and sinks deep again. I shiver, my pussy dripping around his length as he picks up an easy pace. My hips rock with him, our bodies moving in perfect sync.
My boobs bounce over my tangled bra as he pounds into me. The straps slip down my shoulders, and Heath groans.
His cock is so big, so thick, hitting nerve endings I didn’t know existed as he slides in and out of me. The base of his dick presses against my clit with every thrust, driving me crazy.
“I’m so close,” I warn him.
He nods, his jaw popping as he ruts into me.
Seeing him like that sends me over the edge. My orgasm hits me like a wave, like a tsunami, sweeping me along in its strong current.
“Sienna! Fuck, baby,” he grinds out a second later. His hot release splashes inside me.
I tremble against him, and Heath kisses me, moaning against my lips.
Once his orgasm fades, he pulls back and smiles down at me.
“Hi,” I whisper.
He grins. “Hi.”
He pulls out of me gently and collapses onto his side, pulling me against him. I smile as I cuddle into his side. Heath kisses my forehead as he arranges me in his arms with my head resting on his chest.
And that’s when I know.
I’m in love with him.
And I’m so freaking screwed.
This is all fake to him; it’s all about revenge. Falling in love isn’t even on his radar. Heath’s breath evens out as he falls asleep, and I roll to my back, staring up at the ceiling.
What the heck am I going to do now that I can no longer protect my heart?