Chapter 15 #2
Sensations are hitting me from every front, and when Barrett enters one finger, then two, into me, he curls them and strokes the inside of my wet walls.
The trembling begins in my stomach, and quickly the muscle spasms move to my thighs, then my center as I come undone on his tongue.
He furiously laps at me, not giving me a moment to catch my breath as he licks me through the most intense orgasm of my fucking life.
It isn’t until I’m a wilted mess under him that he finally lets up on me.
Barrett lifts his head, and the grin on his face is so fucking self-satisfied I almost want to smack it off him.
Then he says, “You fucking undo me, Camryn,” before leaning over me and pressing his weight onto me as he takes my mouth in another earth-shattering kiss.
He slides his cock over my center, the barbells of his piercing massaging between my folds.
“I need you inside me,” I moan into his mouth.
When his hand reaches over to his nightstand, I place a palm on his arm.
“I’m on birth control,” I tell him, and he looks at me, a bit surprised at what I’m telling him.
So am I, if I’m being honest, but I keep going.
“I want to feel you with nothing between us. Seems like a waste to miss the opportunity to feel those piercings.”
Barrett huffs out a laugh, dropping his hand from the nightstand. “I had a physical right before you came to the clubhouse, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
I figured he hadn’t, but knowing for sure sends a flutter of something other than desire through my chest. Don’t get me wrong, that feeling is still at the forefront of my mind.
But it’s layered with something more now—something I see reflected back with his gaze locked on mine.
I wrap my legs around his and tilt my hips up. “Are you going to make me beg?”
He arches a brow. “Now that you mention it, I think I’d like to hear that.”
“Please.” I lift my head and take his mouth in a searing kiss. “Fuck me, Barrett.”
“Goddamn, if I thought you sucking my cock had me ready to blow, it’s nothing compared to hearing those words.”
His head dips down, and his kiss is so deep and desperate—it almost takes my breath away.
He balances himself on one elbow while his other hand lowers to his cock, gripping it as he positions himself at my entrance, his eyes never leaving mine.
He glides in slowly, and I throw my head back, the pleasure overwhelming every sense of my body.
“Eyes on me, Camryn,” he commands in a rough voice. When we lock eyes again, he begins to move in and out of me at a tortuously slow pace.
“More,” I plead as he continues his languid strokes in and out.
“I need to make sure you’re okay, baby.”
“Fuck, I’m more than okay. Harder.”
Barrett’s lips tip up in a half smile, and he bites his lip, slamming into me.
“Ahh,” I cry out, and he resumes his slow strokes inside me.
“Do that again,” I say, and he does, causing the breath to whoosh out of my lungs.
The feeling of him being so deep inside me, and his piercing running along the walls of my pussy, is the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life.
It feels like he’s hitting every damn nerve at once, leaving me nothing more than a ball of sensation.
His movements slow again, and that damn smirk never leaves his face.
“You’re fucking with me,” I moan out, grabbing his ass to try to make him take me harder.
“A little delayed gratification never killed anyone,” he says.
“I might kill you if you don’t fuck me already.”
“That’s what I’m doing. I could stay inside you all night and still not get my fill. You feel fucking amazing.”
He’s drawing out our pleasure, which, on the one hand, I can appreciate, but goddammit, I need more.
“Barrett, please,” I beg again. “Harder. Make me come.”
“Shit, baby. I fucking love making you beg.”
Finally, he begins moving deeper inside me, each thrust punctuated by my cries. He feels so good. Too good. There won’t be any coming back from this as he fucks deep inside me. Our mingled moans fill the room, and Barrett’s forehead is dripping with beads of sweat that run over his brow.
“I’m almost there. Oh my God, you feel so good. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. Fuck. I need you to come for me, Camryn. God, I want to feel your pussy strangle me. Come on, baby.”
His words, the spots he’s hitting inside me, the way his eyes never leave mine as he begs me to come for him, it’s all too much.
The orgasm doesn’t start slowly and build.
No, it careens out of me, my body seizing as I dig my nails into his shoulders.
Screaming out as pleasure ricochets through every part of me, each wave as intense as the last. Barrett continues to pump into me with everything he has until I feel his cock twitch.
He lets out a roar of release, his movements jerky, but he doesn’t stop until both of us are completely wiped the fuck out.
His forehead rests against mine as we catch our breaths. When he slides out of me, he flops onto his back.
“Get over here.” He pulls my arm and turns me over so that I’m lying on top of him. His hand strokes up and down my back as our sweaty bodies lie tangled together. “I need a shower,” he says after a few minutes.
“Oh, alright. I should probably go to my room and get ready for bed,” I say, suddenly unsure of what to do next. He said a lot of pretty words before we got to the bedroom, but that could very well be all they were.
I sit up, and Barrett grabs my arm, stopping me from getting off the bed. “If you think you’re sleeping in your room tonight, you’re crazy, woman. I’ve been on the road all day and probably should have washed the road off me before I claimed you, but here we are.”
“Claimed me?” I ask, my brows nearly touching my hairline.
“What would you call it?”
I mean, he’s not completely off base, but I’ve never been claimed.
“I would call it sex,” I answer.
“Great sex, phenomenal sex, even. Best you’ve ever had,” he clarifies for me with a grin.
“Yes, those would all be accurate descriptors…”
“Same here. So when I say I need a shower, I’m saying I want to see you naked in that shower with me. When I say I’ve claimed you, it means that you’ll be sleeping in my bed because you’re my woman.”
“Barrett, I feel like there’s a little more to it than that. Maybe something that warrants a conversation.” I don’t want to burst his bubble, but it’s not exactly like this doesn’t affect more than just us.
“It’s as hard as we make it, pup.” His gaze travels over my naked body before his hand reaches for his hardening cock. “And look at that. You’re making me very hard again already,” he says with a smile as his hand strokes up and down his pierced shaft.
I roll my eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
“And you’re sexy as fuck. Now get that sweet ass up and in the shower with me so I can eat your pussy again before I fuck you.”
“Jesus,” I breathe out.
“What? You don’t like my mouth on you?” He arches a brow in challenge.
“I didn’t say that.” Nor would I.
“Good. Let’s go.” He stands from the bed, naked as the day he was born, with a proud smile on his face like he won some argument. “I have plans for you, Camryn. And none of them involve you going back to your room and getting any sleep tonight.”
Sweet Jesus, what did I get myself into?