Chapter 37
THIRTY-SEVEN
ANDY
Twenty minutes after Declan left me in his dressing room, he returned to get me. He held my hand and led me outside, using the back entrance to avoid fans. David had been waiting after just returning from taking Spencer to the hotel.
The drive to the hotel was short, and the ride was silent. We also rode the elevator in silence, and now we stand outside the door of the hotel room that Declan booked for us. After David dropped me off at The House of Carnage, he took my duffle bag to the hotel, so I'm not surprised when I see it inside the room once Declan unlocks the door, and I enter before him.
The door slams shut, and the deadbolt clicks into place as he enters. The space feels smaller with him inside—as if the walls are closing around us. My body is wound tight with nerves as Declan steps behind me, his chest bumping into my back. His warmth and amped-up energy from the show radiate around him.
He places his hands on my shoulders, squeezing them lightly, then runs his hands down my arms and to my hips. Gripping them firmly, he pulls me back against his body so we're flush together, his chin resting on my left shoulder.
"Thank you for coming tonight, Mama. You have no idea how much I needed to see you when I looked out into that crowd," he rasps, voice low as he trails his fingertips along the bare, exposed skin at my midsection.
"Let me show my appreciation." My breathing hitches as he moves his hand to the front of my jeans and expertly unbuttons them, shoving his hand inside my panties. "Tell me to stop if you don't want this," he whispers, breath fanning across my neck before he places a kiss beneath my earlobe. His finger swipes through my slit, finding me wet and ready for him.
Traitorous cunt.
We really should be talking first, but at this point, I'm not willing to stop him. We can talk after he makes me come—hopefully a few times.
His finger swipes through me again, bringing the wetness to my clit before he slowly traces the sensitive bud with one finger.
"Don't stop," I say with a breathy moan, needing him to give me what I need right now more than anything.
Using the hand not in my pants, Declan shoves my tight jeans and panties down beneath my ass to allow himself easier access to my wet aching pussy.
Without warning, he shoves two thick fingers inside of me, instantly setting a punishing pace that has his palm slapping against my clit as he finger fucks me.
My body bucks forward against his hand. "Oh god." I gasp, my eyes closing as my legs become weak at the sensation.
He wraps an arm around my shoulders, keeping my back pressed firmly against his chest as his fingers curl upward, massaging my G-spot while his thumb rubs my clit.
"Oh, fuck," I whimper. My hands grab onto his forearm wrapped around me, head falling back onto his shoulder. He kisses my cheek, and I turn my head toward him, capturing his lips with mine.
"Come for me, baby. Let me feel you squeeze my fingers," he mumbles against my lips.
Declan adds a third finger that has my moans turning into soft screams of pleasure. He captures my lips once more, swallowing my whimpers and pleas for more. He gives me what I want by picking up his pace and hitting the spot within me that has my toes curling in my shoes.
As he presses his hard length into my ass, I can feel it straining, trapped beneath his jeans. Knowing he's that hard just by fingering me makes me feral.
My pussy convulses around his fingers. Squeezing him tightly as he quickens the pace on my clit, sending me over the edge.
Fireworks erupt around me as I pull away from his kiss, my mouth open in a silent scream as euphoria fills my body.
"Fuck, you're such a good girl," he praises in my ear before kissing my earlobe. "Such a good fucking girl coming on my fingers." He continues rubbing me, forcing my body to ride out the wave of pleasure.
He removes his hand from between my legs, and I watch him through dazed eyes as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean.
"Goddamn," he groans. "Your taste."
"How do I taste?" I ask breathlessly.
"You taste like you’re mine." He wraps his wet fingers around my throat, squeezing slightly as he connects our lips, tongue invading my mouth. He's not squeezing enough to cut off my airway, but damn, I wish he was.
I've never been into choking during sex. Mostly because I never trusted anyone enough, but with him, I bet he'd be willing to do anything I asked.
While he ravages my mouth, I place my hand on top of his around my throat and urge him to tighten his fingers. Exactly as expected, he takes the hint and tightens his grip around my throat.
"Always fucking knew you'd be a dirty girl." He smirks, one hand slipping between us to undo his pants. "Continue being my good girl, and let me fill your sweet pussy with my cum." He pulls away from me, dark eyes focused on my pussy between my thick thighs.
Eyes never leaving my skin, he undresses himself until he's standing completely naked. His hard cock juts out, angry and heavy between us. His skin is so hot that I can feel the warmth radiating off him. He wraps a hand around his thick shaft, slowly stroking himself from base to tip.
With his dark eyes on me, I slowly remove the remainder of my clothing until I'm standing before him bare. My hands go to my heavy breasts, pinching and tugging my pebbled nipples.
A deep, throaty groan escapes him as he watches my movements, watching everything I do carefully.
"Bend over, now," he commands, stalking toward me. Not wanting to waste any time, I climb onto the bed on my knees and lean forward on my elbows, ass in the air for him.
He grabs something from the floor that I can't see before he approaches the bed. "Hands behind your back." I obey, placing my hands behind my back as I turn my head to the side to breathe.
He slaps my ass, the crack of his palm against my skin ringing out into the silence of the room, the pain causing me to hiss.
I watch over my shoulder as Declan grabs my hands and slips his belt around my wrists, securing them together. With my wrists bound, he uses his knee to spread my legs wider, the cool air causing a gentle breeze on my wet cunt as I reveal more of my core.
"I want to hear you screaming my fucking name. Scream it louder than my fans did tonight." He places a hand in my hair and grabs a fistful, using his grip to pull me up while his other hand wraps around my throat.
My lips part, my body shaking as my back arches to relieve some of the pressure from his grip on my hair. His cock brushes against my clit as he shifts closer to me, lining himself up with my wet entrance.
With one quick thrust, Declan enters me, seating his cock deep inside of me, already hitting me exactly where I need with this position.
We groan in unison at the feeling. He lingers a moment, allowing himself to relish in the feeling of being inside of me—the feeling of both my stomach and walls fluttering, loving the intrusion of him.
Having a dick deep inside of you is hands down one of the best feelings ever. I don't care what anyone says. I don't think it's talked about enough. Sex is considered a taboo topic when it shouldn't be. I'm not afraid to say it and will gladly scream it from the rooftops.
A cock gliding in and out of your slickness is the best feeling, and I will gladly accept it 24/7.
I've made the mistake of waking my inner hoe, and there's no way she'll go back into hibernation.
Declan pulls out to the tip, then slams back into me, his pelvis slapping against my ass with the movement. He pulls me up until I'm on my knees with my back arched, the new angle allowing his long length to hit the spot where I need him most.
"Do you know how much it killed me when you ignored me for two days?" he rasps into my ear. The grip around my throat tightens, and I take that as a sign that he doesn't want me to respond, so I give him my cries instead.
"You fucking ignored me." His pace quickens until it's punishing, his cock slipping deeper inside of me until it's borderline painful. But I accept it. He needs to get out of his frustrations, and I'll allow him to use my body however he needs to.
Moving his hand to the back of my head, he pushes me forward, my face buried in a pillow as he holds me down, taking what he needs from my body.
"Did my apology mean nothing to you?" he hisses, palm cracking against my ass. "God fucking damn, Andy. Do you see how crazy you make me?" My tits bounce with each thrust, the pillow cutting off my oxygen, but he doesn't allow me to turn my head to suck in any air.
With a roar, Declan pulls out of my weeping pussy and unbuckles the belt from my wrists. When he's off me, I lean onto my elbows and rub my wrists, inhaling the precious air.
I'm only given a moment before he's on me again. With a painful grip on my hips, he flips me onto my back, spreads my legs wide, and thrusts himself back into me.
"I need to see your face when you come on my cock like my own personal whore." His words shouldn't excite me, but they do. What does it say about me that I like him calling me his whore?
With his eyes on me, never once straying from my face, he reaches between us and finds my clit, rubbing it in sync with his thrusts.
"Declan!" I scream his name as I shake with my second orgasm of the night, the sensation rushing through me suddenly. He continues rubbing my sensitive clit, his movement never faltering.
His dark gaze never leaves mine, as if he's committing my face and this moment into his memory. His stare is intense, but I am staring back at him, unable and unwilling to break eye contact.
Declan stills, body stiffening as he fills my pussy with his cum deep within me. The warmth from his release flooding my body.
His heavy body collapses above me, caging me in with his forearms on either side of my head and cock still seated inside of me. My legs are still thrown over his thighs, but neither of us makes any attempt to move. We need this moment. We need to remain connected as intimately as possible.
And I'm not sure how much more intimately connected we can get since his cock is still inside of me.
"Don't leave me," he whispers, vulnerability clear in his words and eyes.
"Please, Andy. I need you. Don't fucking leave me." His words give me whiplash and send chills down my spine. His words are both desperate and ominous.
"Without you, I'm nothing." He presses a kiss against my lips. "Promise me you'll never leave me. Promise you'll love me no matter what." There's no point in being shocked or denying his mention of love. I'm in love with Declan Valentine; he knows it without me having to say anything.
I stare into his eyes, not straying from his gaze as I lie there, wishing I could see inside his head and read everything he's thinking.
"I promise," I whisper into the stillness of the room, too love-struck to comprehend the weight of the promise. And despite the knot in my stomach telling me not to make a promise I'm not sure I'll be able to keep, I do it anyway. Because right now, the only thing that exists is him.
No matter what the future holds for us, I'll forever remember this moment. The moment of him being vulnerable and begging me not to leave him.
If only I understood the weight of those words.