Chapter Twenty-Four #2
In fact I do just that. As I wait for him to tell me, I go up on my toes and I plaster my body against his.
And in response, he pulls me up even higher.
He slides his corded arms around my waist and squeezes them to bring me up so my feet leave the ground and my toes barely graze it.
So all I can do is completely and absolutely depend on him to keep me upright.
When he’s done overpowering me this way, he finally goes, “He fucks.”
I flinch, or I would have if he’d let me.
But he has such a hold on me that all I can do is curl my toes as he continues, “And he fucks like it’s his job.
Like that’s all he knows how to do, fuck and rut and fuck again until he can’t do it anymore.
Especially when there’s a ripe little pussy around.
And you know you’ve got a ripe little pussy, don’t you, that pops off like a firecracker just by me lookin’ at it. ”
“That’s not—”
“So I know what you thought. You thought you’ll kiss me and I’ll kiss you back and it’ll be like the movies.
It’ll be like the books you read. But, darlin’, you already know I never read a book I liked and this is as real as it gets.
I jerked off to your body just because your tits shake when you breathe in your sleep.
I licked your pussy and gulped down your juices under the bullshit guise of calmin’ you down.
Which you loved so much that you humped my mouth to kingdom come and squirted down my throat like a fuckin’ hurricane.
So you wanna kiss me, baby, I’ll kiss you back.
I’ll kiss you back all you like but then we’ll do the things that I like. And that’s not gonna end well for you.”
He’s doing it on purpose.
He’s trying to scare me, even though he’s right. I was thinking I want to kiss him because I love him, and I want him to kiss me back after everything he’s done to me. Because I have zero experience with guys, and he knows that. So I just wanted to take things slow for tonight.
I swallow before saying my thought out loud: “You’re just t-trying to scare me.”
“You think so?”
“Yes.” I try to sound confident. “I’m not an idiot. I know the things you like and I’m not scared of them. But I—”
“Yeah, what do I like?”
“Eating my pussy,” I blurt out before I lose courage.
He takes my features in—I bet they’re all flushed and red—for a second before saying, “You think I’m just gonna eat your pussy tonight?”
I try to swallow again, but that becomes a hiccup and I tug on his hair. “As I said, I’m not an idiot. I know you’ll want to do other things but I thought we’ll start slow and—”
“Yeah, no,” he says, his chest vibrating with his words. “There’s no slowin’ this down if I get anywhere near that college girl snatch that turns slutty the moment I lick it.”
I tug on his hair again as my thighs clench. “Don’t call it that. And you have to because I’m a virgin.”
Something like satisfaction crosses his features, and the side of his mouth pulls up in a lopsided smirk that makes my belly clench in both desire and fear. “You are, aren’t you.”
“Yes, so we need to slow down and—”
He squeezes his arms around me. “Yeah, that’s the thing, see. You know the color that riles a bull up, don’t you?”
My heart skips a beat then, and whatever courage I’d gathered vanishes as I breathe out, “R-red.”
He squeezes his arms around me again, his eyes flashing.
“Yeah, red. The color of roses. The color of your cherry when I pop it. And it’ll be the color smeared on your thighs and runnin’ down my dick, when I’m done with you.
So if you think that’s gonna slow me down, then maybe I really should have mercy on you and tell you to go back to your books. ”
Fear pierces my chest instantly and I tighten my hold on him. “No, no. no. I didn’t mean that. I—”
“But I won’t,” he cuts me off, whispering over my trembling mouth, and I breathe out a sigh of relief.
“Because mercy is for men who haven’t laid eyes on you yet and good for them, because if they do, that’ll be the last thing they see.
But my dick got hard the moment I saw you and only got harder the moment I sucked your pussy juice off your panties.
So virgin or not, be prepared to stay on your back because I’ll be workin’ off my hard-on between those silky thighs for a long fuckin’ time. ”
I think I came.
It’s a shock because I’ve been so busy being scared and angry that I somehow forgot I was wet.
I was so freaking turned on that I was creaming my panties, but I think I just flooded them.
I feel my pussy fluttering in the aftermath; or maybe this is just the beginning of what’s to come.
But I guess that’s what he does. He makes me so insane, so conflicted, and yet so alive that I don’t know what to do with myself except fall for him even more.
He’s my adventure.
The one I’ve been waiting for my whole life.
So I guess slowing down was never in the cards for us. I mean, he kissed me down there long before he ever kissed me on the mouth, so I should probably just accept my fate and rejoice in it.
“But you’ll be gentle, won’t you?” I whisper.
A puff of a breath escapes him. “I’ll let you pretend I’m being gentle.”
“Arsen, you’re scaring me again.”
“Shoulda thought of that before you decided to become my wife, dream girl.”
My eyes pop wide. “You called me dream girl.”
That lopsided smirk comes back. “Your name’s Reverie, ain’t it?”
“Yes.”
“Like the dream.”
I smile, but then it occurs to me: “Also, you forced me to marry you.”
“Nah,” he rumbles, his lips twitching. “I just forced you to sign those papers. You became my wife the moment you decided to open the door.”
“You’re such a—”
He shuts me up then and kisses me.
And I forget everything else but his mouth and lemonade.
His soft and hot lips and that tongue that demands entry into my mouth from the get-go.
If I was the old Reverie, Reverie from maybe even two minutes ago, I would’ve hesitated.
I would’ve fought him before giving in anyway because he always makes me feel so good.
But I’m the new Reverie now, his dream girl, so I open my mouth the moment he wants me to and let him take over.
I let him touch the corners of me that no one has ever touched before.
I let him lap and lick on the inside. I let him suck on my tongue and bite my lower lip until I moan and arch up against him.
I let him teach me things.
I mean, this is my first kiss and he’s the one with all the knowledge.
So I let him hoist me up, and I climb his body, my thighs going around his slim hips and my ankles crossing at his back.
I let him knead my ass with his large hands and long fingers that stretch and pull apart my cheeks so roughly that I moan into his mouth.
That moan is a lesson, too, actually.
Because when I make noises into the kiss, it makes him kiss me even harder.
It makes him take my lips into his mouth and suck on them like I’m the lemonade.
Like I’m the drink he hasn’t had in eight years, and that’s true, isn’t it?
He hasn’t kissed anyone in so long, hasn’t felt the softness, the fullness of a woman, that my heart clenches in my chest. I start to feel selfish for asking him to slow down.
What was I thinking? It’s okay, though. I’ll make up for it now.
And I do that by moaning harder, louder.
By pressing my mouth into his even more, kissing him back even harder than before.
I do it by arching my back and squeezing my thighs around him.
By twisting and moving against him, dragging that place between my thighs they say is the softest part of a woman against the hard ridges of his abs, so he can feel more of me.
All of me.
And it works because he groans. His chest shudders, and for a few seconds, his breaths are so large that my lungs feel all swollen with them. Like there’s too much air in me, too many beats in my heart, too much life in my veins. Too much fluttering and quickening in my belly.
Amid all this, he begins to walk without breaking the kiss.
Which is good because I don’t want to come up for air, and I don’t really care about where he’s taking me.
I’ve ridden on a horse with him, been through hell with him.
He’s the most dangerous destination of all, and I’m wrapped around him like he’s my safe space. Nothing scares me anymore.
So we kiss and kiss until he does break it.
But at least he doesn’t set me down. He keeps me around his body, and so in lieu of his lips, I kiss his jaw. I lick his stubble like I wanted to do and suck on the sharp jut of his chin. I move to the side and suck on that soft place just beneath his ear, and this one makes him shiver.
Shiver.
My big, bad criminal cowboy husband shivers at something.
I’m so amazed by it, by this little weakness I’ve found, that I do it again and again until he growls and yanks my head back. I blink up at him and look at his face. It’s all kinds of turned on. His cheeks are high and slashed with red. His eyes are hooded and heavy, and God, his lips look swollen.
Stung.
By me, the vicious little bee that I am. Except I probably look the same as him, my victim, all puffy and bitten.
“You tryin’ to make me blow my load too soon?” he growls.
I flex my thighs around his hips. “It’ll make you do that?”
“You lookin’ at me all doe-eyed will make me do that.”
“I know you call me college girl and—”
“You are a college girl,” he cuts me off and tightens his arm around me.
“And you think I’m too y-young but—”
“I wasn’t the one who wanted to slow things down back there.”
I go to bite his lip then, for always interrupting me. “But I’m a straight-A student, you know. And I was just trying to learn a new trick to make my husband shiver.”
Heat flashes in his eyes, and his jaw pulses with it. “You wanna learn new tricks, darlin’, I’ll teach you all the tricks to bring me to my knees. But tonight, it’s my turn to make you jump and all my wife needs to do is ask how high.”
“You—”
“Up you go, now,” he commands.
I frown in confusion, but before I can ask what he means, he puts me up himself and deposits me on what I realize is a saddle. “Where… where are we going?”
He climbs up behind me, wraps his arm around my belly, and jerks me up to his hot, wildly breathing frame. “Somewhere I can make you scream and I’m the only one to hear it. Because I don’t share.”
Then he snaps the reins and we take off into the night.