Chapter 21
Twenty-One
POSSESS
LIKE THE HOUNDS of hell are after me, I run up the stairs two at a time. I turn sharply into the hall, heading back up to my piece of privacy in this place. When I start to make my way past his room, the door swings open. He reaches out and grabs my arm, pulling me inside.
As I’m tugged into the pitch dark, I hear the door slam as my back is thrown against it.
I can’t see anything. I’ve gone from a brightly lit space to complete inky darkness.
All I can hear is breathing—his and mine.
Without a sound uttered, I feel him reach down my body to grip the journal I’m still hanging on to.
“Give it to me,” he demands softly.
I relinquish my hold and hear a soft thump. I know he has dropped it on the floor. I can barely make him out in front of me, so I can’t see the expression on his face, but the mood in the room is tense. I’m disturbed, and he’s explosive.
His fingers start to trace down, whisper soft, from my temples to my cheekbones.
He reaches my jaw, and then his mouth is there.
Lips to skin, he presses a gentle kiss to the right side of my jaw.
His touch is in direct contrast to the waves of agitation I feel rolling off him.
As he shifts, a small burst of air ruffles my hair.
He’s planted his palms on both sides of my head.
I can feel my traitorous body pulsating as my pussy starts to throb.
I’m turned on. This mysterious and intimidating man has me pinned to his bedroom door, surrounded by shadows, and I want him inside of me.
“If you want to leave, leave now.”
The warning in his voice rumbles over my tightly strung nerves. When I make no move to go, he lets out a chuckle that’s low, disturbing, and, God help me, sexier than anything I have ever heard.
“In that case, while you’re in here, you are mine.”
I can’t help my needy sigh as his mouth moves above mine. His warm breath floats across my lips.
“Do you want to be mine?”
I close my eyes. He’s fucking with me now. I know I can’t be his. He knows he can’t offer that to me, but he seems to like playing this fucked-up game. When I don’t respond, that wicked chuckle escapes again as he tugs apart my ripped blouse. His warm palm cups my breast and squeezes it tightly.
“Spread your legs,” he says gruffly.
The hand at my breast slides down to palm my aching mound, pressing firmly against it.
“Are you ready for me, Gemma? Did arguing with me make you wet? It made my cock hard, and now I want to put it in you. What do you think about that?”
I bite my bottom lip in an attempt to keep my mouth shut. It’s almost embarrassing how ready I am. While his strong hand grinds over my covered flesh, he lowers his head.
“Now then, no one is in here to watch me fuck the blonde. So, what do you say, Gemma? Are you going to let me get in between your long, sexy legs?”
I moan and feel my lips part as he wraps his arm around my waist and rubs my ass. He tugs me forward, pushing his hard cock against me.
“Or maybe you want me here, hmm?”
I feel my heart accelerate at the implication.
“No answers from you? You were so talkative only minutes ago. What happened?”
Refusing to answer, I reach out with determined hands. I smooth them up and over his shoulders, where I grip him, drawing him down to me. His mouth opens over mine, and immediately, his tongue is inside. I grasp his shoulders tightly, feeling my body weep as his tongue rubs against mine sinuously.
I’m going crazy. I want this man to possess me. I want him inside of me. I want him any way I can get him.
Feeling his sweater under my hands, I find I’m getting frustrated because I want skin. I want him. Pulling my mouth from his, I pant, “Take this off.”
Releasing me, he steps back as I remain propped against the door.
Not wanting to waste any time, I undo my pants and push them off, along with my panties.
After stepping out of them, I stand back up, and he’s there in front of me.
He gets as close to me as possible, and I feel his naked body on mine.
His engorged length presses into my stomach while his hands move back up to frame both sides of my head.
He dips his legs and drags his cock back and forth against me.
I grip his shoulders again and grind my needy body against him. That’s when I feel his hands move under my ass, clutching each cheek tightly as he hauls me up. My legs automatically wrap around his waist.
“Yes,” he hisses. “Wrap those long, glorious legs around me. Hold on tight.”
I do as I’m told. My sensitive breasts crush against him as he pivots and walks us through the darkness to the bed, where he lays me down across the soft mattress.
Following me, he presses me into the pillow top.
Bracing his hands on the sides of my head, he pushes himself up while grinding his stiff shaft against me.
“I can smell your arousal, Gemma. You smell fucking delicious.” Leaning down over me, he whispers against my mouth, “Let me taste.”
I nod.
“No. Bring it to me. Offer yourself.”
The blood rushes through my head while the erotic request penetrates my lust-addled brain. Slowly, I reach down between us, stopping at the apex of my thighs.
“Like this?” I ask. I find myself anxious to please him, so he can ease my ache.
“Yes. Bring it to me.”
Dipping my fingers in my own arousal, I coat my fingers and bring them up to his face. I watch in a trance as he slowly lowers himself. Resting on his left side, he takes my wrist firmly and lifts my fingers to his mouth.
My chest is heaving in anticipation of what he is about to do. I can’t take my eyes from him. He opens his mouth and sucks the tips of my fingers between his sensual lips. As a moan slips free, I raise my aching hips while he swirls his tongue around my fingers, cleaning off my very essence.
Being this close, I can now see his eyes through the darkness.
His gaze penetrates me as he starts to rub his weeping shaft against my thigh.
I’m so wet that I can feel the moisture dripping from my body as it trickles down to my ass crack.
I’m locked in the most erotic battle of wills I have ever been in.
Finally, he releases my fingers from his mouth, creating a sexy popping noise. He moves up and over me again until his lips are on mine. His tongue pushes inside my mouth, and I can taste myself all over him.
Groaning loudly, I plant my feet on the bed and raise my hips to him. He grinds down but makes no attempt to enter me. As he thrusts over and over, I can feel his cock as it leaks warm, sticky pre-cum on my skin.
“Roll over, Gemma.” He braces his weight on his arms, lifting himself up.
Blinking at him, I hesitate for a moment as his left hand moves between my thighs. Moaning loudly, I arch up and push my hips against his hand, seeking penetration.
“Roll over,” he demands again, removing his hand.
Not seeing any other option for release, I do as he asks—I turn over onto my stomach, settling my right cheek on the soft comforter. Immediately, I feel his body covering me from head to toe.
His warm cock nestles into the crack of my ass as his left hand rests on the mattress. I can feel his solid chest pressed firmly against my back and shoulder blades. His large thighs straddle mine, and I can feel their hair tickling my outer thighs.
Rubbing my aching flesh on the mattress, I try to find some kind of satisfaction against the soft material, but nothing is easing me. That’s when his teeth skim over the skin joining my shoulder and neck. My hips buck back and wedge his throbbing length farther between my ass cheeks.
“Ah, yes, Gemma.”
His voice creeps into my ear and skates down my spine, causing goose bumps to rise on my flesh.
“I want this,” he tells me as he pushes his erection back and forth between my cheeks.
I know what he wants. I’ve never had a man there. The thought terrifies me, but at the same time, it turns me on more than I care to admit. In fact, the thought has my pussy clenching and my ass cheeks flexing.
Shifting my hips up, I try to bring my hand under my body, so I can ease myself in some way. Before I get it fully under me, Phillipe grips my wrist and pulls it out, placing it by my head. He holds down it with his large palm, and the entrapment turns me on even more.
“No, no. I get your pussy, Gemma,” he informs me. “I get your pussy and”—he thrusts his hips, driving that steely shaft against me—“I get your ass.”
Whimpering, I raise my hips as he scoots away from me. He releases my hand, and I feel the absence of his body more acutely than ever before. Quickly, his hands are back, gripping my hips. He tugs me up until I’m on my hands and knees in the center of his bed.
“Yes, just like that,” he murmurs, his hot breath against my ass. “Spread your knees a little.”
I do as requested, hearing him groan.
“Nothing is going to stop me from getting inside of you, Gemma. Nothing.”
His mouth is on my thigh, his tongue lapping up the slick path that my arousal has created.
He moves his sinful mouth closer and closer to the part of my body that is weeping with need for him.
Fisting the mattress tightly, I push back as he swipes his tongue across my swollen lips.
He licks a little harder the second time, and my desperate moan splits the silence.
“Phillipe,” I cry out.
Instead of a response, I feel his mouth leave the space between my thighs right before he grasps my hips.
His insistent cock kisses my pussy, as slowly, inch by delicious inch, he slides into my wet center.
When his hips are finally flush against my ass, he stops and waits.
I try to push back, but he holds me still.
“Not yet,” he says, running his fingers over the curve of my spine. “Jesus, you’re perfect.”