Chapter 13 #2
He peels his pants off and throws them aside, standing there naked, hands on his hips as he thoughtfully considers my question. It’s very distracting. “I think it means that before you came along, I wasn’t sure what my place was. And now I know.”
Declan approaches the bed, reaching for me, but I hold one hand out to forestall him, scrabbling backward across the duvet for much-needed space. “What the hell does that mean?”
His smile grows, slow and mischievous, and he begins to stalk me, shoulders working as he crawls after me. “It doesn’t mean anything,” he says lightly. “Or maybe it means everything. Why do you care, Hellcat? All you have to worry about right now is whether you can walk in the morning.”
“You can’t just say something like that and—” My words turn into an eep as he grabs my ankle, yanking me across the bed to him. His fingers slide into the waistband of my panties, and he strips them down my legs.
“My room, my apartment,” he says, throwing them aside.
“I can say whatever the hell I like.” He flips me over, face down into the mattress, like I weigh nothing.
A hand grips the back of my neck, and I shiver at the strength of that touch.
“Do whatever I like,” he continues, and then I half-gasp, half-scream as his face presses into my ass, and his tongue licks over my pussy, then up between my cheeks.
It’s the most intense, alien sensation I’ve ever experienced, and he’s pinning me down while he does it.
“Not there!” I almost shout.
“Not where?” He asks, words muffled against my bottom. “Here?” His tongue pushes in wetly again, warm and soft and slippery, licking where no one should ever lick.
I press my face into the bed, cheeks flaming, hips jerking. “Don’t,” I moan. “It’s… wrong.”
“Jesus, Hellcat. Who did such a number on you? This isn’t wrong. This is very, very right.”
He releases my neck to spread my ass wide, both hands, and I squirm to get away. “Hold still,” he commands, all playfulness gone now. “Move, and you’ll be punished.”
Punished?
The threat makes me catch my breath, then I cry out as his devilish tongue returns, licking long and slow, tormenting me with a heady mixture of sensations and emotions, warring with my upbringing and limited experience.
I’m not prepared for this. I don’t know how to react. It’s so far out of my comfort zone that I can’t decide if I want to run and hide, or give myself to him for everything and anything he wants to do. Whimpers echo around the room, and it takes me a moment to realize they’re coming from me.
“Please…”
“Please what?” He gives my ass a slap, then licks again, slow and firm, and the sting melds with the deliciously wrong wetness of it all.
“Not that, Declan. Please.”
“I fucking love the way you beg. Shall I tie you up, and see what else you don’t want me to do?
” Another slap, the other cheek, hard enough to make me cry out, and the sting flows into a warmth.
“You know what I think?” he says, then while he waits for my answer, he probes the tip of his tongue right into my anus, right where it should never go.
“I don’t… want to know… what you…”
“I think you’ve never been fucked here, have you?” He licks hard, my ass slick with his saliva, then pushes in again, and his tongue squirms inside me. Wriggling within me, wet and slippery, while he holds my ass open with his hands. It’s so fucking wrong, so humiliating… yet so very arousing.
“I don’t want you to…” But I’m not sure I’d stop him. Not now.
My ass lifts, pushing back like I want him to go deeper. His hand leaves my cheek, sliding between my legs, a finger pushing inside my pussy. His tongue in one hole, finger in another, and the moan that escapes is long and drawn out, wanton and shameless.
“That’s how I want you,” he murmurs. “Coming undone beneath my mouth and my touch.” He sinks his teeth into my buttock, and the pain is a sharp, sudden bruising ache. I yell out, then curse him, wriggling away from him.
And the bastard laughs.
“You should see yourself right now,” he says, climbing over me as he grabs the back of my neck again, pinning my legs beneath his. His cock is brushing up against my ass, heavy and hard, and his weight is across my thighs. I’m helpless, and he can do what he wants with me.
Why do I love that feeling so much?
But I’m still scared what he’s going to do.
“Not my ass,” I say, and if it comes out like I’m begging… it’s because I am. “Please, not there.”
“Lift your hips, little hellcat.”
“No… Declan, no.”
A hand slaps my bottom. “Lift your hips,” he says again, “or I’ll get the rope out of my drawer, and you’ll spend all night tied up and helpless.”
Fuck.
My heart’s pounding so hard that I can’t breathe. All I can manage is a whine, muffled by his sheets, and my hips come up with no thought from me. It’s like I’m offering my ass to him, and I’ve never been taken there.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. “Just like that.”
The head of his cock pushes between my folds, rubbing over my clit. It pulls another moan from me, and I sound like a cat in heat. His little hellcat.
Then he pushes inside me. Inside my pussy, thank fuck, and I’m so wet, so aroused, that he slides in the first few inches so easily.
There’s still the sting of the stretch, but it’s a good hurt, and I clench around him involuntarily.
It’s another first, being taken like this, pinned down, ass lifted.
Up until now, it’s been missionary only—save for when he took me against the wall.
Why do I like it so much?
He draws back, giving me a chance to relax, then penetrates me again, farther than before. It feels like he’s so much deeper, and he’s still pushing in.
“Jesus, Raven,” he breathes. “You feel fucking amazing.”
His hips press against my raised ass, and I can feel him so far inside me, his cock twitching even though he’s not moving. I’ve never been so full, so stretched, and I’m gasping with every breath. He’s breathing deeply too, holding still over me, letting me grow accustomed to him.
“I’m not going to last long,” he says, voice strained, “but I’m going to make every second count. Brace yourself against the headboard, Hellcat. This is going to be… fun.”
I reach up until my hands wrap around the bars of his bed, and I lock my arms, whimpering at the promise in his words.
But what does ‘not last long’ mean? Will he come as soon as he moves? That, at least, would be familiar. Except I want more from him. I don’t know why, I just… it’s disappointing.
I feel his hips draw back, my pussy clenching like I don’t want him to leave.
Then he drives into me, so hard his hips slap into my ass, forcing the breath from me in a cry.
I part for him, and it’s like I can feel him pushing through my flesh, his cock so hard and strong, going so deep, filling me completely.
The stretch hurts, but the pleasure is so much more.
That was just the first thrust.
His grip tightens on my neck, his weight shifts, he takes a slow breath, and then he begins in earnest. Pounding into me.
Driving his hips against my ass like he’s punishing me.
Over and over, skin slapping on skin, and I cry out with every thrust. It’s so intense, so immediate, my arousal jumps from fucking high to unbearable, and I think I start coming almost straight away.
I can’t tell when it began, only that there’s so much pleasure, bright lights exploding behind my clenched lids.
My pussy grips him, and he gives small groans of effort as he forces his way into me with each new thrust.
And he doesn’t stop, not even to shift his weight or adjust his grip. There’s no letup, no mercy, no chance to draw a breath or do anything but endure.
“That’s my… fucking… good girl,” he breathes between thrusts, and his hand slides from my neck into my hair.
He entwines my braid around his fist. And then he pulls.
“Lift your ass for me, Raven. Yes, that’s it. More.”
I cry out, head coming up, back arching, ass lifting. Offering myself to him, half to bring him deeper, half in submission so that he hurts me less. Because it does hurt; it pulls at my scalp while it aches inside, such a good ache, like this much pleasure couldn’t come without pain.
Now he’s driving deeper still, every movement grinding against my front wall, rubbing over my g-spot in a way that makes my orgasm explode.
It doesn’t even subside, just jumps from constant to so fucking intense I can’t even begin to tell where one ends and another begins.
I’m not gripping the headboard anymore, I’m braced on my arms, fingers clenched in the sheets, trying to hold onto the dregs of my sanity.
“Fuck… you test my control.”
What did he say? I test his?
He’s coming undone for me. And I fucking love it.
This is me doing this, him doing it to me, both of us so lost in each other that we’re past caring.
It’s raw and base, passion and hunger, desperation and need.
He’s brought me to this point, but I’ve driven him to lose something of himself.
He’s fucking me like an animal, with every effort, and it’s brutal and dirty. Just like he promised.
I don’t care. My pride has long gone. I just want to be his.
The scariest thing is I think I’ll mean it later, too.
“Please… please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but I hear him groan in response.
His rhythm stutters, his breath catches. His strokes get shorter, his cock swelling inside me, impossibly thicker. A grunt of effort, a curse that slips out. His hand tightens painfully in my hair, like he’s too far gone to be careful anymore.
Then his hips slam into me for a final time, and I feel him coming inside me, cock twitching and spurting, his weight pressing me into the bed.
My pussy clenches down hard on him, not wanting him to ever leave, and the pleasure is overwhelming.
My body isn’t my own anymore; I haven’t simply come, I’ve collapsed.
My breathing is labored, my heart is pounding so much it might burst. A muscle in one thigh quivers uncontrollably.
He slowly eases his grip on my hair. His chest presses into my back, his hips locked firmly against my ass, and he takes a shuddering breath, then lets it out right by my ear. Along with a chuckle that makes his body ripple.
“Jesus…” I pant. “Not that. No laughing. Too sensitive. Laughing bad.”
“Good sentences, Hellcat,” he teases, voice thick with amusement and lust. “If you can’t talk yet, I’ll regard that as an accomplishment.”
“Bastard.” He chuckles again, and I whimper. “No, sorry. Not a bastard… stop. Please.”
“Do you want me to move?”
“Never.” And it’s true. “Just… keep still, goddammit.”
In response, he twitches his hips, provoking an aftershock that has me gasping for air.
“A short break,” he muses, “then maybe we’ll go again.”
“What?” I hear the alarm in my voice. “I need… a week, at least.”
And a week ago, I woke up to nothing. Right now, with his weight pressing me into the mattress, nothing sounds like the worst thing in the world.
He licks the back of my ear, and even that makes me shudder. Then he murmurs softly, “A week? No chance. Every day I’m not inside you? Wasted.”
“Okay,” I agree quickly. It might be the best deal I get. “Tomorrow, then. Just… no more tonight.”
He pauses. “Can you walk?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Very well,” he concedes, with reluctance. “But next time… I’m not taking no for an answer.”
I slump into the mattress, half relieved, half exhausted, and fully replete. “When did you ever?”