Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
I couldn't wait. Fuck, I was so primed and ready for him I was dripping.
"Yes, sir," I half joked, but the primal growl he emitted was something out of this world.
"Say that again, Muse, and see how far that gets you." Then he pulled away from me, grabbed one of those fluffy blankets from the couch, and placed it right in front of the fireplace. He’d worked, er, well, he hired other people to work so hard to make this place not feel as cold as it once did.
We were both fucked up people, but we were trying to be good. In some cosmic way, we were so right for each other—wrong for everyone else, but our own version of perfection.
As he laid out another blanket, I took off the bralette and dropped the fragile lace to the floor before stepping out of my boy shorts while he had his back turned. Once he was finished, he turned to me, and his cock thickened in his boxer briefs.
"Muse," he groaned. "Tell me what you want."
I dropped to my knees before he could even ask again. "I want to be your good little slut and suck you off."
A mixture between a devilish laugh and a groan escaped his lips before he grabbed the sides of my face, forcing my eyes to lock with his.
"Then do it," he demanded with a cool unease that sent an absolute shiver through my entire body.
So I did. He pulled off his briefs, and the moment his thick cock sprung out, my mouth was on him.
"Remember," he coached, "jaw loosened. Open wide."
I nodded, trying to fit his girth into my mouth. Fuck, this man was thick.
When I finally relaxed, I took his veiny shaft into my mouth as if he was the best damn Popsicle I’d ever licked.
"So fucking good." He moaned, and for a small moment, I glanced up at him. My handsome king, losing every ounce of control in his taut body.
Just. For. Me.
"Muse?" he said as I slurped him up, my mouth full of cock, saliva, and his precum.
"Mmmm," I let out as my hands tugged on his balls.
He pulled away, and shock lit up my features. "Don’t go doe-eyed on me." His demand was rough.
He dropped down to his knees, gently massaging my jawline. It was so painful from being opened so wide I couldn’t help but groan. "I just want to come together."
His voice was soft and far more gentle than moments ago. "Do you love watching me drop to my knees to be with you?"
"Yes," I let out a breathy whisper.
"I am so sorry." His face dropped, and I caught him before he slumped over. "Hey…"
I wasn’t expecting this emotional reaction from him, especially not now.
"Hey," I muttered. "It’s okay. You’re here now." I soothed him by circling my thumb on his cheek.
"I’m so scared I am going to scare you," he confessed.
"Nothing you can do will scare me. Show me what you want." It was a demand laced with the fervor that pulsed throughout my veins.
He tilted his head, his eyes filled with a subtle, seductive allure. I would willingly traverse the realms of my tortured soul to savor this moment with him. To witness the unraveling of his essence before me, allowing me the sacred task of gently piecing him back together. If only I could bestow upon him the entire world, I would do so willingly.
He lay on the carpet. "It’s only fair."
"What’s fair?" I asked as I inched closer to him.
"Sit on my face, Muse." The corners of one of my lips twisted into feral satisfaction.
"Happily, my Walsh." He paused, grazing my naked body as I shifted so my knees were straddling his shoulders.
"Say it again," he growled. My eyebrows furrowed as I didn’t understand what he meant.
"Say. It. Again," he demanded.
Ah. I knew exactly what he wanted, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. No, not until I moved up so my knees straddled either side of his head, his hands gripped my muscular thighs, and I dropped down so my core was hovering over his face.
"Lick me, Walsh, then I’ll say it again." I looked down at him and pulled my red hair out of its ponytail, giving him a show.
"Fuck," he cried, then gripped onto me as I ground onto his face. His tongue quickly went to work exploring every single inch of my hot, wet cunt.
"God. Yes." His mouth went to town, flicking and thrusting into every sensitive part imaginable.
"Ride me like you would that saddle, Muse," he groaned from beneath me.
I obliged, letting my hips thrust languidly back and forth as his mouth continued to work at my wet pussy.
"Fuck," I cried. Stars swirled in my vision. I must be dehydrated or something because I swear to God, I was seeing the entire fucking universe in front of me. I continued to grind against his mouth, picking up the pace with my hips and every single bone in my body started to shake with utter excitement.
I was right there. My pussy was throbbing, ready to explode.
"What the—" Just as I was about to come, he flipped me around.
I was now beneath his rock-hard body, pinned down by his massive thighs. When I realized what had happened, I swear I could have exploded right then at the dominance oozing from him.
He stood over me with my arousal dribbling out the corners of his mouth, like a feral hunter who had just feasted on his prey. His veins were pulsing, and I could feel the need for him to obliterate me into another universe. He was fucking terrifying…and he was mine.
"We. Are. Coming. Together." His words came out blunt like quick sentences.
I nodded quickly, agreeing to whatever he was demanding. My god, he was fucking terrifying and beautiful all at the same time.
"Anything?" he repeated.
I stared at him, cum dripping down his chin. "I trust you."
He responded with a low growl before striding over to the fireplace, where a container of extra-large matches awaited.
Curiosity piqued, I propped up on my elbows to observe his actions. The fire was already ablaze, so I couldn't fathom why he needed the matches.
He deliberately extracted one from the container, its elongated stick reaching up to his elbow.
"Lay down," he commanded, his words leaving no room for negotiation. I complied, lying flat as the flame sparked to life.
Then my predator stalked back over toward me, cock on full display. The veins inside him pulsed with a desperate need only I could unleash within him.
I arched my back as he kneeled on one side of my body.
"Ever since I was a child, my need for control always led me to this strange obsession with fire, Muse." He stared at the flame as it swallowed the wooden stick. His face was still sticky from my cum, and I swore I saw flames dancing in his irises.
"Do you like fire?"
"I-I…No? Fuck, I don’t know." I swore his cock twitched.
The flames only reminded me of my family house. The way my room was torched. It was engulfed in flames, and I ran so fast away from them.
My heart started to race as he leaned down. "Do you want to rewrite your story, Muse?"
Did he know? He must have been aware of the big fire that made headlines everywhere. A quick Google search would reveal my past.
"Y-yes," I cried in anticipation from feeling safe with Walsh. He wouldn’t physically harm me.
"Good girl," he purred, blowing out the match. His head leaned down licking the top of my pussy.
"I love this." His tongue flicked around my tidy landing strip.
My breathing grew heavy as I imagined what would happen next. The anticipation was clouded by a sense of pleasure as his tongue danced along the top of my mound.
"You were made for me." He groaned as he nibbled at my hair.
"Are you scared?" he asked again, pulling away from me. I shook my head. "I need to hear you say it."
Not anymore. I was free. This was what freedom felt like. This was what true protection was.
"No," I groaned confidently.
A new excitement danced in his eyes. "Good."
He stood and walked back over to the fireplace and plucked another arm-length match. Walsh locked eyes with me as he dipped it into the fireplace. Flames were what ruined my childhood and set ablaze to my need to wear a mask and fit in somewhere.
Not now. No, tonight I would control it with Walsh’s help.
He brought the stick down toward my navel so it was inches away from my skin. I tried so desperately to steady my breath as the warmth of the flame heated me up. "You are safe," Walsh murmured as one hand stayed with the flame over my belly button and the other wiped away a tear I didn’t know fell. I wasn’t scared anymore, and I wanted him to know that. Because with Walsh, everything was so different, so new and so safe.
He kneeled over me and brought the flame down toward my mound.
"Open your legs, let your knees go slack," he murmured. The flame was nearing the end of the matchstick.
I obliged as he shifted so he was hovering above me, his cock primed to enter me, the head pulsating.
"Please." I was desperate to come, to feel, to touch anything. Fuck. The need was driving me to insanity.
Then he dropped the match on top of my cunt as the flame was about to extinguish.
A searing pain shot through me. "What the—" I cried, but he pressed a finger to my mouth to silence me. The tip of his cock slowly circled my opening as his hooded eyes carried an air of desperate craving.
I propped up on my elbows to see the flame grazing right on top of my pussy.
Holy. Shit.
He was burning me.
No, wait?—
He was fucking burning the hairs of my landing strip. The agony blinded me as the fire got closer to my skin. I arched my back, crying out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. And just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle the torment any longer, he blew out the flame and thrusted deeply inside of me.
"Oh my…" I sobbed. I’d never had this happen before. Never been so turned on by a man, let alone one burning my fucking pubic hair.
His cock stretched me as he pounded me with no forgiveness. "You did so well, Muse," he murmured.
"I am so proud of you. I knew you would be able to keep up with me." His fingers rubbed my landing strip, coaxing the pain, as he continued to fuck me relentlessly.
"I thought I’d orgasmed before, Walsh, but this? This is fucking magic."
He laughed, low and brutal as he continued to slam into me. His hands braced my hips as my thighs clenched.
"I am not going to last," I wailed.
"I know, Muse," he muttered. "Let it all go."
And I did. My entire body relaxed at the same time my core exploded, clenching his shaft. For a moment, I swore I was transported into another dimension.
When I came back down to the living room, he pulled out, coming on me and collapsed next to me.
"Come here," he whispered, pulling me tight. Cum dripping on his chest.
"You're sticky." I turned up my nose, but it only made him tug me tighter into the crook of his arms.
"I don’t want you to leave," he whispered.
I understood the weight of his words; they carried more significance than a simple "stay here." The last time we were together, fear drove me to run away, afraid of our deep connection and the vulnerability it exposed, but tonight was different. It held everything I needed.
"I won't go," I whispered, ensuring my every touch seeped into his bones, ensuring he felt the truth behind each syllable.