Chapter Twenty Seven #2
“That’s for leaving me behind. This is for pulling me away from helping my friend,” she shoves my shoulders and I allow myself to be forced back a step.
“And this is for making me so flustered, I could barely stumble here whilst feeling my thong soak through.” She kicks my shin and I groan with pleasure. I fucking love it when she’s feisty.
“You’re wearing a thong today?” I bite my lip ring, not meaning to look smug as shit but I know I do. Harper narrows her eyes.
“You know I am. You broke into my dorm, replaced all of my underwear and burned my comfortable panties.” A chuckle radiates from my chest. Yeah, I did do that whilst she was out on a date with Clayton. It seemed like a reasonable response.
“What color?” I ask, slowly licking my lips.
Harper tracks the response, her anger lessening.
I can’t have that. “Because anything other than black won’t look very slimming—” Her hand grabs my throat and I narrowly dodge her kneeing me in the balls.
Given how painfully hard I am, that would have put me down for days.
Harper moves the same time I do, our mouths colliding with enough force to bruise.
There’s no hesitation, only lust burning through our veins.
The hand around my throat is a command that strips me of every ounce of control I’ve ever clung to.
Her tongue slides into my mouth, fierce and demanding, and I meet her head-on.
She shoves at my jacket, nails scraping down my arms, while I grip her hair like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.
God, I need this. More than any amount of money or air, I need Harper straddling me.
Dominating me. I let her push me back toward the stairs.
Every step feels like surrender. My jacket hits the floor, her t-shirt joins next.
We stumble upward, devouring each other, breath and sanity burning out between us.
My pulse thrashes as Harper pushes me again, and I tighten my hold until our bodies crash together.
I’m the one who usually cages, but right now, she’s keeping me contained.
She’s holding me back because my wildness belongs to her.
By the time we reach my room, the sexual tension is blinding.
My clothes are too heavy, too uncomfortable, my cock straining to be released.
I pause by the dresser, tearing open the top drawer.
Forcefully twisting Harper, I dare her to look at it.
All of it. Leather, steel, restraints. All of the new tools I bought just for her, for us, laid bare for her use on me however she sees fit.
“Choose whatever you want,” I say beside her ear.
Nudging her head with my nose, I realise she doesn’t have her receivers on.
Tilting my head back, I make sure she can see my lips before repeating myself.
It’s not just an offer, it’s a plea. I’m not asking for pain.
I’m asking for her to decide what I deserve.
She looks down at the drawer, and for a second, I am almost giddy for what she might pick.
Even if she can’t hear me, the intention is clear.
I submit. An ache works its way through my being, one that leaves me utterly exposed.
I close my eyes, lower my mouth into the curve of her neck, palming her breasts through her bra.
I’m drunk on the anticipation, grinding against her ass as if I might die without the contact.
“No.” My eyes fly open. Harper turns to watch me like she’s seeing the rot beneath my skin, and she doesn’t fear it. The breath hitches in my lungs. Is this it? Her final rejection where she walks away and never looks back? “I don’t want you like this.”
I can’t breathe. My hands clamp around her arms, desperate to hold her here by sheer will.
Could she be so cruel, to dig so deep into my soul and hurt me in a way no else can?
A way I’ve allowed her to? Harper doesn’t flinch.
Instead, she steps into me and rests her head over my heart.
I hold her there, because if I let go, I’ll come apart.
Then Harper whispers, her lips directly over the blackened heart she manages to crack wide open.
“I want you like this.” A physical pain strikes me, so intense that gasp passes my lips.
Her words bounce around my mind, hope and self-loathing drowning them out.
Shifting my hands from her arms to her head, I pin her against me, a thousand words on my tongue, but I can’t put any of them into a coherent sentence. Luckily, I don’t have to.
Tugging herself free, Harper drags me towards the bed, her steps careful and precise.
Lying us down, our heads are on the pillow, facing one another.
Harper is beauty personified, like the calmest of seas bathed in the glow of the most perfect sunset.
From her hair framing her heart-shaped face to the creamy cleavage exposed in a black bra. I feel unworthy just looking at her.
“I don’t know what…tell me what to do.” I beg like a virgin. A freaking virgin. I’m stripped bare, tears prickling the backs of my eyes, but I won’t let them fall. No matter what, I’ll never be that vulnerable little boy again.
“Hold me Rhys,” her voice cracks slightly.
“Show me we can be more than everyone says.” And in that moment, I decide nothing will hold me back from doing just that.
Pushing the sweats down my legs in smooth, unhurried movements, I maintain her gaze.
Her leggings go next, then her underwear and my boxers.
Piece by piece until we’re fully naked and scarcely touching.
This time when I kiss her, I worship her.
I give her every broken piece of me, offering it up like a sacrifice.
Her lips caress mine slowly, each one like a balm to my being.
I cup her cheek, brushing my index finger against the metal disc beneath the skin behind her ear.
Harper has more strength than I ever have or will. I’m weak in comparison to her.
Every part of our bodies comes together, our legs tangled and hands exploring.
Harper’s mouth trails across my jaw and neck, and I simply hold her as she asked.
Each hidden scar she discovers beneath my tattoos, she bends to press a kiss against it as if banishing it from existence.
I tremble, fighting the urge to be rough, allowing her to investigate my body and soul with her lips and desire.
It would be laughable to think such gentle touches could have my cock pulsing, but here I am, hard as stone.
Harper scores her nails across my thighs, forcing a hiss from my lips.
She ducks lower but I stop her. This isn’t about just my pleasure, or just hers either.
This is about us standing in the eye of a hurricane together, the winds of uncertainty and misconceptions whipping around us.
Hooking her leg over my hip, I catch myself this time, pulling a condom from my bedside table and rolling it on before fully sheathing myself inside her.
She’s so tight, I can’t fight a groan. Her hands flatten on my chest, her own moans filling the air as I roll my hips against her.
I repeat the motion over and over until my skin is lined with a sheen of sweat.
It’s almost painful to take her this slowly, to savor her cries every time the metal of my piercing smooths over her G-spot. Harper tucks her face into my neck but I drag her back, forcing her to watch how she’s undoing me. How she’s destroying me.
With my arm beneath her head, her breasts crushed against my chest, our hearts thump wildly against one another.
I wind her leg further round my waist and roll her onto her back.
Harper’s eyes roll back in her head with the new position deepening how far my cock can sink into her.
Slow and steady, primal yet profound. I hold her on the edge of the climax fluttering within her perfect cunt, denying us both.
I thought Harper was beautiful before, but now.
Holy shit. Her lips are parted in bliss.
Her neck is flushed, her hair untamed. Rocking my hips in time with hers, together we fall into the abyss.
There’s no start and end, there’s just the building pressure between us.
I already know I’ll never be the same after this.
Pulling me down, Harper pleads for the release she needs against my lips.
I shake my head, the tips of our noses brushing.
This is too incredible to let it end. With how tightly her pussy is gripping my cock, her orgasm would set off my own, and I’m not ready for it. Her nails dig into my back, her thighs squeezing my waist as her ankles lock around me. This connection is unbreakable.
Harper’s heat seeps through me, sparking the wick to my internal dynamite. When it reaches the end of the fuse, everything I previously was will explode and I can start to rebuild with her by my side.
“Rhys, please,” Harper begs, her teeth sinking into my neck like a damn vampire.
Her nails scratch deeper, seeking a pain reaction from me, and she gets it.
Slamming into her harder, Harper’s back arches and she screams out.
I do it again, hitching her hips higher, thrusting into her deeper.
My balls slap against her ass, my muscles tightening and starting to shake.
Her moans grow louder, my name a constant on her lips.
Those nails scratch my back to shreds, those blunt little teeth drawing blood.
There’s no stopping now, I will chase this girl into oblivion and happily lose myself in the process. Picking up my movements, I finally give her what she’s begging for. My movements become jerky and rash, sweat pebbling my ink skin as I fuck her senseless.
“Break for me now, Babygirl,” I mutter against her ear, fully aware she can’t hear me. “Break for me like I have broken for you.”