Chapter 20
20
A smile cut through the lust etched on DP’s face, making him look so painfully gorgeous that her heart, still struggling with the comedown, thumped weakly in her chest. His lips were damp from her arousal, his pupils blown wide. Thick hair mussed by her fingers. And his shoulders carried the crescent divots from her nails.
A little thrill shot through her.
For a second, her imagination worked at sonic speed, seeing all the years stretching ahead of them and all the delicious delights she and DP could unlock together.
She let her gaze move down from his corded neck to his chest, liberally sprinkled with hair, and then that barrel of a stomach. From the splintered heap of her desire rose the fresh urge to sink her teeth into him. Then she’d follow the thick line of hair down to her prize. As if she was transmitting her thoughts directly to his cock, his boxers tented.
“Char?” he said, his voice hoarse. His broad chest falling and rising with shallow breaths.
“I could look at you for hours, DP.” She scratched one nail down his pectoral and felt the thick muscle clench. “You’re so sexy,” she dragged it down his belly, “so hard everywhere,” now her finger hovered over the seam of his boxers. His gaze dipped down to her fingers skating down the outline of his cock and back up. “ So real,” she finished. “What do I want next?” she said, clasping him through the boxers. When she gave him a little squeeze, he grunted.
“Take these off,” she said, fresh desire returning to her sated body in thick curls and smoky ringlets. As if she was a hungry creature from some other plane, programmed to want more the more he gave her.
With an economy of movement that got her hot, he removed his boxers. His cock, thick and erect, shot up, his balls drawn heavy and tight. Her pussy fluttered, waking up and ready again. Giving into every base desire, she thrust her hips until he widened his thighs, and she could rub herself up against the thick length. “Let me feel it, please.”
With his thick fingers twisted around the root, he ran the tip down her folds and back up again. His guttural groan skated over her tautly stretched nerve endings.
Fresh arousal seeped out of her slit, smearing the fat head. Arrows of need shot through, from the tips of her toes all the way to the roots of her hair. She writhed on the damp sheets as he continued rubbing himself up against her sensitized folds.
“How do you want it?” she asked, licking her lower lip.
“In whatever way pleases you best,” he said, red streaking his cheeks.
So, he wouldn’t tell her more just yet. No matter, Chaaru told herself. She’d get it out of him. They’d have more after this vacation, more of all this when they returned to reality. Something this glorious couldn’t be limited to one week. Somehow, she’d find enough faith to make him hers.
Hips flexing, he inserted the tip at her slit and they watched, breaths stuttering as the thick head disappeared inside her greedy flesh. She clenched her pussy, but he retreated fast.
“Don’t tease me,” she whimpered, fresh tingles breaking out over her skin.
“Tell me then,” he said, swiveling his cockhead through her folds with such intent that she locked her thighs against his sides to keep him there. The slide of his hairy, bunched thighs made her moan.
“I told you…” she said, pouting. “I want it rough. Like you’re trying but can’t control yourself. Fuck me like you’ve been waiting for years to do it.”
He slapped his cock against her folds, the transformation from sweet friend to demanding lover complete. Goosebumps broke out over her skin. One abrasive palm cupped her hip firmly. “I have been waiting for years.”
Her gaze clashed with his, a thousand different emotions sparking and burning out between them. “Then show me how that feels. Fuck me like it’s a dream and you’re worried that I might slip out from under you. Pin me down and make me take it. Don’t let me get away.” If her voice broke a little there at the end, they both pretended like it didn’t.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much?” he said, giving her a shallow thrust.
Her eyes nearly rolled back in their sockets. How did she convey to him that nothing he did to her would ever be too much? That if his wanting had been present for years, hers had gone from zero to intense in a few weeks and that the force of it awed her?
Like a man on a mission, he jumped off the bed. When he came back, it was with cuffs with pink feathers in his large hands. Quite similar to the pair Sam had had, she realized, a fever claiming her skin. He’d bought the exact pair on purpose.
“What did you want to do that night?” she said.
“I wanted to leave the cuffs on, pin you down and give you what you didn’t ask me for,” he said so matter-of-factly that the words burned. “Show you that you didn’t need to go to some asshole ever again.”
The raw possessiveness in his words made her mouth dry.
He grabbed her wrists, traced the whirls of mehndi with his tongue, and then shackled them to the headboard with a gentleness that drove her a little insane. “So that you don’t get away from me.”
Chaaru stretched, testing the fit. Her breasts thrust up.
As if pulled by a thread, DP’s gaze moved down her body, leaving little pockets of want behind, his greedy, grasping gaze as powerful as his touch.
“You good?” he said, running his mouth down her neck.
When she nodded, he nipped the curve of her breast and then tugged her nipple oh so gently with his teeth.
She rubbed her thighs and moaned. Then he was shaking the tube of lube upside down. Cold liquid speared her heated folds, and she gasped at the contrasting sensations. He laved the lube all over his dick until it was shiny and his fingers slipped.
One arm near her head, he stretched out on top of her. He was so big that he bore her down into the mattress, his chest smushing her breasts. The dragging motion of their bodies as he adjusted himself set her nerve endings on fire. Her wrists ached when she instinctively tugged them, desperate to touch him.
His mouth was at the corner of hers, nibbling and nipping. “Last chance, Chaaru Seela ,” he said, dragging out her full name like it was a magical incantation. “To get away from this, from me. Once I get inside that pussy, I’m going to let loose.”
Pulling her head back, she met his gaze. She was cuffed and stretched out naked in front of him, but letting him see everything in her eyes was the hard part. “Promises, promises.” Pushing up, she went for his mouth. In mere seconds, their tongues tangled and their teeth clanked, the kiss turning incendiary. “The asshole painter was good at promises too and he-”
One rough hand pushed her thigh up into her chest and DP thrust into her with one hard stroke, stretching her to the extreme.
A whimper escaped her. She stiffened instinctively, stars winking out behind her eyes. It hurt. Fuck, but it did.
Ever since she’d taken him in her mouth and he’d fucked her throat raw, she’d known it was going to hurt when he was inside her…but this burn, this raw stretch of her pussy bordered on pain. Her other thigh fell away under his muscled leg, trembling. She wriggled her hips, as if she could dislodge him somehow.
“Fuck, you take me so well, Char,” he said, soothing and petting her with soft kisses along her neckline. “Feels so good.”
“It hurts, DP,” she said, panting at the thick fullness of him stretching her with each breath.
“But you like it, don’t you, baby?” he said, pulling himself up. “You like it when I put this perfect pussy to work, yeah? You love it when I can’t stop myself, don’t you?”
“I do.” She gasped when he circled her clit, a butterfly stroke there and gone in a second.
His fingers were lazy as he lingered lower where they were joined, building her need up. “If only you could see how prettily you take me, baby.”
For a beautiful, glorious, raw second, the realization that this was DP who was using her to slake his own desire, her best friend that was making her eyes roll back in her head…made her want to scream in joy. Adding a rich layer of emotion, underpinning the sensations jarring her body, pushing her into a higher state.
Making her forget the burn and stretch of him inside her. Only for a second, though. Because his possession of her was primal.
His next thrust hit deeper, and she whimpered. On and on, he repeated, going farther every time. Pulled by the pleasure and pushed by the sweet pain, she was in heaven.
“You’re such a good girl to take me like that, Char. All the way.” A few rhythmic taps of her clit and the pressure built again. A new roiling vortex spun through her lower belly.
Chaaru thrust up her hips, frustrated and needing more. The action lodged him deeper, and she wondered if he was embedded all the way in her heart. “DP…”
“Shhh...Char. No more complaints, you hear? I need to move, baby. I need to get some friction or my cock is going to explode. I need to work twenty years of frustration out on you. So shut up and take it, yeah?”
“Yes, DP. I’ll do my best. Even if it hurts.”
“A little pain is exactly what you need before I make it good for you.”
With that wicked warning, he pulled out of her, and then thrust back in with such vigor that she was propelled up the mattress, her head hitting the headboard with a soft thump.
Chaaru cried out, flames licking at her skin, peeling away all the fears, and baring her soul, bright and shiny and un-battered to him.
His mouth at her neck soothed her with tender kisses in utter contrast to the hard, deep thrusts of his hips pinning her down. Embracing the need, she wrapped her legs around his back, resting her feet over his buttocks.
“You’re such a filthy girl. This cock was made for you, baby,” DP whispered into her skin, his thrusts never losing their rhythm or speed. Closing her eyes, she tried to imagine how his ass cheeks must look, clenching as he pounded away at her. Raw heat gripped her every muscle.
“I knew it as soon as I saw you,” he said, sweat drops plopping onto her skin. “I knew you would feel this good.”
“I want to come, DP. Please, so badly,” she whispered, his words tugging the string holding her together too tight. She was both afraid to fly away and terrified that she wouldn’t.
“Later baby. First, DP needs to get his rocks off, yeah?” he said, pinning her into the mattress with his hips.
The more he denied her, the more turned on she was getting, and she didn’t think that was possible. “But I... need it so badly. You promised me you would give me whatever I needed, you said...”
His hard nip at her breast cut her off. She closed her eyes. His rough panting breaths, and the squishy sounds when he thrust and pulled out, the slap of his balls against her ass, the cacophony of it twisted the spring in her belly tighter and tighter.
The more he denied her, the stronger her need became, bucking and thrashing her about.
On his next stroke, she met his hips in an upward thrust, leaning into the assault of his body on hers. Only that way lay her salvation. Only by throwing herself into this fully would she breathe.
His rough pounding thrusts and the swiveling of his hips made her moan and gasp and cry out his name. Over and over, between whining and pouting, his name fell from her lips. And then somehow, he snuck a hand between their bodies and his fingers danced at the top of her pubic bone. Just out of reach of her clit.
Tears pooled and slid down to the sheets, a delirium taking over her. When he suddenly changed angles and pulled her hips up and went deeper, he hit her G-spot. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
“Christ, DP, there. Please, just there. Keep going harder, deeper.” She had no idea what she was chanting at that point, consumed by her approaching orgasm.
“Fuck baby, look at this cunt and how well it swallows and clenches around me.”
Chaaru tugged at her cuffs, desperate to see and just as she’d asked him to do, DP denied her the sight.
Angry at the receding orgasm and at being deprived, she struggled under him.
“None of that, Char. Not getting away from me.” His hard body put paid to it with a rough push and it notched up her arousal.
He used her pussy with hard, rhythmic thrusts and when he roughly pulled at her clit, she fell over, deep under. Where she was nothing but a floating mass of pleasure. Her climax came at her hard and deep and nearly violent.
She must have clenched him good because DP roared and punched down with his hips, stroking wildly until he was shuddering. For a second, his weight was a crushing thing on her chest, stealing her breath, spurring her orgasm on and on.
His arm at her head slipped, and he cursed and then he was coming, his giant body bucking.
Jerking up, she sought his mouth with a shuddering cry, and he gave it to her. It was a soft kiss in utter contrast to how roughly he had fucked her. And the tenderness in his eyes broke the last barrier around her heart and a soft cry escaped her lips.
“Jesus fuck, Char. Don’t look at me like that.” His damp forehead stuck to the skin between her breasts. “Did I hurt you? I went so deep in my head thinking of what you want, and how it’s exactly what I want and I...” his rough hands moved over her with an urgency that brought tears to her eyes.
“Will you undo the cuffs?” she said, blinking rapidly.
The last thing she wanted him to think was that he’d hurt her. He hadn’t. She had no way to explain her tears without baring her soul, and right now, she wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. Whatever had cracked open in her today, it belonged to him.
He pulled out gently and grimaced at her involuntary wince. His cum oozed out of her pussy, making a mess of the sheets.
As he brought her hands forward and massaged them and kissed them with tenderness, she studied his face. With this new knowledge underpinning every breath and glance with a new brightness, she pushed at the lock of hair falling over his forehead.
His frantic movements stilled as she clasped his jaw. “You’re unhurt? Swear to me,” he demanded, something dark shining in his eyes.
“Of course, I’m not hurt. I’m just…blown away and not all there yet.” She smiled through the tears and sweat making her vision blurry. “DP, that was amazing and exactly what I needed for so many years. So many years…” she said, falling into the gaping maw of regret.
“Stay with me here, sweetheart.”
“Will you kiss me?”
“I’d do anything you want me to, Char,” he said, and pressed his lips to hers.
And just like that, she was free-falling again. She nuzzled closer, half climbing into his lap, smearing herself all over them. His dick half hardened as she rubbed her thigh against it. “Christ, you can go again?”
“Give me some time to recover,” he said, but she had a feeling he meant it for her. Then, undoing her arms from around him, he placed another kiss at her temple. “Let me take care of you. Please, Char,” he said when she’d have protested.
“Okay,” she said. Falling back against the sheets, she let her mind drift while her body pulsed with aftershocks and soreness.
He came back and cleaned gently between her thighs. The cold felt like heaven against her folds. Then he threw the washcloth into the laundry basket, and came back to bed. She turned away from him, but not before she saw his disappointment.
“Spoon me please,” she said, smiling to herself.
Then he was there, a warm blanket and a soothing weight at her back. His hair roughened legs threaded through hers, his fingers lazily combing through the damp strands at her temple. His heart thundered against her back as he slipped his other arm under her head.
“This okay?” he said, his mouth drawing lazy circles over her shoulder, his fingers coasting up and down her side. Slowly, his heartbeat settled.
She stretched from head to toe, loving how every inch of him touched her. “This is perfect,” she said, kissing his knuckles. “No…this is real. More real than anything I’ve ever known,” Chaaru said, lacing her fingers through his and holding their hands between her breasts. Now he could hear the thrumming of her heart too. “Half hour and I want to do that all over again,” she said, just as dense sleep claimed her.
And she thought she heard him say, “That might kill me, but what a way to go.”