Chapter 11 #2
I take her nipple into my mouth, tongue circling slow before I suck hard and bite just enough to make her gasp. Her fingers dive into my hair and tug, and yeah. That does things to me.
She arches up like she’s trying to feed herself to me, like her body already knows I’m the only one who gets to have her like this. I switch to her other nipple, giving it the same attention, slow licks then a rough suck that makes her whimper my name. Music to my damn ears.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me down against her soft curves. I grind into her without even thinking about it, a low growl caught in my throat when I feel how warm she is through our clothes.
“You like pushing me?” I say, voice rough against her skin. “You like acting like you have no idea what you do to me?”
Her fingers tighten in my hair. “Maybe I do.”
A laugh slips out of me. Dark. Hungry. “Smart mouth.”
I drag my hand down her stomach and pop the button on her jeans. The zipper goes slow on purpose because I want her squirming. And yeah. She does. Beautifully.
“You get turned on just from me looking at you,” I tell her. “You don’t even try to hide it.”
I shove my hand inside her jeans, past her panties, and find her soaked. My breath stutters out of me like a curse. “Fuck. You’re dripping.”
She tries to bite back a moan and fails, head falling back, lips parted like she can’t remember how to breathe.
“That’s it,” I whisper, sliding two fingers through her heat. “Let me hear you.”
I rub slow at first, just enough pressure to make her shake. Then harder. Deeper. Her hips jerk and she clutches at me like she’s about to fly apart.
Her eyes find mine, blown wide and desperate.
“Blade,” she gasps. “Please.”
I grin against her chest, teeth grazing her nipple. “Yeah. Beg for it.”
I’m done teasing.
I sit up on my knees and drag her jeans down her hips, slow enough to watch every inch of skin appear.
She lifts for me without a word, like her body already knows the rules.
Her panties follow, and I tug them down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor with zero ceremony. She’s bare. Gorgeous. Mine.
I take a second just to look at her. Her thighs trembling. Her pussy glistening for me. The kind of sight that makes every rational thought go up in smoke.
“Look at you,” I breathe out. My voice sounds wrecked. “Already ready for me.”
Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t try to hide. She spreads a little wider and that alone nearly takes me out. I wrap my hands around her thighs and pull her closer until her heat is right under my mouth.
She gasps. “Blade…”
“Shh.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, slow and soft. “I got you.”
My nose brushes where she’s soaked, and I swear my self-control snaps like a cheap zipper. I lick her once. Slow. Deep. Taste her like I’ve been starving.
She cries out, fingers instantly in my hair again, thighs clamping around my head like she’s scared I’ll stop. Joke’s on her. I’m not stopping. I’m addicted.
Her hips arch and I grip them tight, holding her exactly where I want her. My tongue circles her clit and I feel the way she pulses under my mouth, every tiny twitch begging for more.
“You’re shaking already,” I murmur against her. “I’m just getting started.”
I suck her clit into my mouth and she practically launches off the desk, a broken moan ripping out of her. I love that sound. Live for it.
Yeah. She’s gone. And I’m about to ruin her properly.
I keep her right there, right on the edge, loving how her breathing turns all ragged and desperate. She tries to grind against my mouth and I hold her hips tighter, making her take exactly what I give.
“Blade… I’m gonna…” Her voice breaks on the last word.
“Yeah?” I look up at her from between her thighs. “You gonna come for me already?”
She nods hard, eyes barely open, lips parted like she forgot how to speak.
I grin and go right back in. Tongue flicking her clit fast now, two fingers sliding inside her at the perfect angle.
She squeezes around me so tight I almost lose it.
I curl my fingers and her entire body bows off the desk like she’s trying to escape the pleasure and chase it at the same time.
“Let go,” I tell her. “Come on my mouth.”
The sound she makes could ruin me forever. She clutches my hair and comes hard, thighs shaking around my head like she’s riding out lightning. I keep moving my tongue through every wave until she whimpers and tries to push me away, too sensitive.
I kiss the inside of her thigh and sit back enough to take her in. She’s breathing fast and messy, hair wild, bra shoved down, shirt hanging off one shoulder like she’s halfway to wrecked already. She looks like sin and chaos. Like everything I’ve been pretending I don’t crave.
I drag two fingers through her slick heat and bring them to her lips. “Taste how sweet you are.”
She sucks my finger into her mouth without breaking eye contact.
I swear my brain short-circuits. I shove my jeans down, not giving a damn where they land, and settle between her thighs. Between kisses, I strip her the rest of the way, her bra falling, her shirt gone. My hands clamp on her hips like I might lose my grip on reality.
“This what you wanted?” I breathe against her ear. “Me losing my mind over you?”
She nods quick, desperate. “Yes.”
I slide my hand between her legs again just to hear that filthy slick sound that turns me inside out. She’s so wet it feels obscene. It feels perfect.
“Say it,” I tell her.
She swallows, eyes dark. “I want you to lose control.”
That’s all it takes. I line myself up and push in slow, barely an inch, and she squeezes around me like she was made for this. I groan against her throat, then drive the rest of the way in, a deep, perfect stretch that steals both our breaths.
Her back arches. Her nails drag down my spine. “Blade.”
“That’s right,” I rasp as I pull out and slam back into her. “Say my name. Say it like it’s the only thing you know.”
Every thrust rocks her, greedy and gorgeous, her body gripping me like she’s trying to keep me inside forever. Her moans get louder, faster, punching right through my ribs.
My hand slides up and around her throat. Not tight. Just claiming. “You belong right here,” I growl. “Under me. Taking me. Wanting me.”
She tries to answer but it breaks into a choked cry. She’s close again. Already. I slow just enough to torture her, hips rolling deep and slow. “You gonna come again for me?”
“Yes.” Her voice is wild and thin. “Please. I… I need…”
I don’t let her finish. I drive into her harder, fingers finding her clit again like I’m wired to her pleasure. Her legs shake. Her breathing shatters. She’s right there on the edge of ruin.
“Come for me,” I order. “Right now.”
She breaks beautifully. Screams into my mouth, clutching tight around me, pulse trembling everywhere. I hold her through every aftershock, grinding deep, taking everything she gives and still needing more.
I grin against her mouth like I just won a damn war, because honestly, I kind of did. She’s still pulsing around me and I’m nowhere near done. Not even close.
I grip her thighs and push them higher, opening her up for me. “Look at you,” I mutter. “Falling apart and I’m still inside.”
Her eyes flutter and she tries to speak but all she gets out is a tiny whimper that shoots right to my cock. I laugh under my breath, smug and starving. “Yeah. That one.”
I pull out slow, just enough to make her gasp, then slam back in. The headboard rattles. I feel her whole body respond, like she’s tuned to only me now.
“Blade.” It’s barely a voice, more like a prayer.
“I hear you,” I say, kissing her hard because I need her mouth on mine or I’ll lose the last shred of sanity I have. My tongue tangles with hers, messy and hot, and I can taste her moan before I hear it.
I grab the backs of her knees and lift, folding her into my thrusts. The angle changes and she cries out, nails digging into my arms like she’s trying to anchor herself to earth.
“Too deep?” I ask, teasing.
She shakes her head fast, breath catching. “More.”
Oh I love her.
I fuck her harder, letting everything I’ve been holding back pour into every push. Jealousy. Hunger. Months of pretending I don’t dream about her every night. All of it slams into her, over and over.
Her tits bounce with each thrust, perfect and tempting, so I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, teeth grazing. She arches, grabbing my hair, begging without words.
My hand slides down her body and I wrap my arm under her, flipping us so she’s on top before she even realizes. She gasps, hands landing on my chest to steady herself. Her hair falls around her face like a damn halo that has no business looking that sexy.
“Ride me,” I say, low and rough.
Her eyes go wide. “What?”
“You heard me.” I grip her hips, guiding her down till I’m buried deep again. We both moan like we’re dying. “Show me how you take what’s yours.”
She moves slow at first, testing, adjusting, finding the rhythm. And holy hell. The view. Her tits bouncing. Her lips parted. The sound of her breathing getting faster. I could die happy right here.
“Just like that,” I groan, fingers tightening on her hips. “Fuck. Yes.”
She leans forward, bracing her hands on my chest, grinding down in slow circles that make my vision go fuzzy at the edges. I grip her ass and help her move faster, chasing that high right along with her.
“You feel so good,” she breathes, almost shocked.
I laugh, breathless. “You’re telling me? I’m losing it here.”
Her pace gets frantic. Her thighs tremble. She’s right there again. I sit up and wrap an arm around her, chest to chest, slamming up into her with each drop of her hips.
Her forehead presses to mine. Her eyes squeeze shut. She’s gone.
“Come,” I whisper, kissing her hard. “Give it to me.”
She does. Loud. Beautiful. Unfiltered. She comes so hard she forgets how to breathe and I hold her tight, riding out every wave.
I’m right behind her, already cursing under my breath, trying not to finish because I need this to last forever. But she squeezes around me like she knows exactly what she’s doing and I lose the damn battle.
I bury myself deep and come hard, groaning against her neck, clutching her like she could vanish if I don’t hold on.
We stay there, tangled and shaking, trying to remember how bones work.
She pulls back just enough to meet my eyes. Her lips are swollen. Her smile is slow and wicked.
“So.” She pants, breath tickling my mouth. “You finally lost control.”
I laugh, low and ruined. “Yeah,” I admit. “And I’m not getting it back any time soon.”
We’re both still shaking when I finally force myself to move. As much as I love being inside her, I’m not stupid. I ease out slowly and she lets out this soft little sound that hits me harder than any scream did.
“Easy,” I murmur, stroking my hands down her thighs as I settle her against me. I pull her closer, tucking her against me like she fits there. My hand drifts up her back, lazy and protective, and she melts into it, cheek pressed to my chest while I cradle her like she’s mine. Because she is.
She sinks against me, head on my chest, like she was built to fit right there. My hand skates up and down her back slowly, claiming every inch of her skin like it’s mine now. Because it is.
She brushes her lips along my throat, lazy and sweet. My breathing stutters even though we just had each other in every way. I wrap my arm tighter around her, palm spreading over the middle of her back like I’m shielding her from the whole damn world.
“You okay?” she asks, voice soft as a secret.
“Better than okay.” I kiss the top of her head and feel her smile against my neck. “You’re staying here tonight.” Not a question. Not a hint of doubt. Just a fact.
She looks up with wide eyes like I surprised her. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” My thumb strokes her cheek. “You think I’m letting you out of this bed after that? Good luck.”
Her smile goes wicked and adorable all at once. “Possessive much?”
“Of you?” I nod without shame. “Absolutely.”
She shifts her leg over my hip again like she’s testing how much she can get away with. I groan because she already knows the answer. I’m hers. Completely.
“You feel good,” she whispers.
“Damn right I do.” My fingers find the back of her neck, guiding her lips to mine.
The kiss is slow. Deep. Not rushed like before.
This one says something. It says she’s mine, and I’m hers, and that’s not changing.
I keep stroking her spine, memorizing every curve and sigh.
She’s safe in my arms. She’s wanted. She’s home.