Chapter 38
Graysen
Iwrenched my face free from Nelle’s clawed grip.
The raucous brunnie mayhem ricocheting around the inner courtyard competed with Sage’s exhilarated barking. The wraith-wolf bounded through a cloud of torn fabric and sank his fangs into a brand-new leather boot, tossing it into the air like a cat toying with a dead rat.
Fuuuuuck!
Nelle’s freckled cheeks glowed with a smug smirk.
Did she or did she not use my toothbrush to scrub the toilet bowl?
I swiped my tongue over my upper teeth and tasted nothing. She was telling the truth with both declarations. “I can’t tell which is the lie.”
Her wicked laugh spiraled through the tower. “That’s because I did use your toothbrush to clean the toilet.”
“I fucking knew it!” Yanking her closer, sheets of her long hair swung forward to slap my chest.
She mimicked feverishly scrubbing a toilet bowl right in my face. “I really got into the bottom of the bowl and I cleaned like a maniac.”
Nausea roiled my stomach, and I almost dry-heaved.
But something else twisted Nelle’s lips—not scorn for me, but irritation with herself. She huffed a sulky sigh that tickled my cheeks. “Afterwards, I threw it out and replaced it with a brand-new toothbrush from the vanity drawer.”
I sucked in a sharp gasp.
That’s how she’d fooled me.
“That’s genius,” I breathed.
“I thought so too.” She stabbed a finger beneath my chin, forcing my head up so I had no choice but to stare at her cruel smile. “I should have done it. I should have let you use your foul, toilet-marinated toothbrush. But I just couldn’t do it.”
And now she sat straddling my thighs with smarting ass cheeks.
She’d been right to call me a big baby. My mother’s blood gift ran rampant through my veins, vanquishing the poison oak. My skin was now a soft pink, and the ugly rash was fading away along with the ferocious itching that had obliterated my sanity.
For a heartbeat, remorse sank through me. But it wasn’t only the toilet brush prank. Nelle had driven me crazy this past week with all the other stunts she’d pulled. I understood her desire to break me, but she needed to turn that fiery anger in another direction.
I slowly became aware of where Nelle sat, trembling with sullen ire.
As always, her wrathful beauty was as glorious as that sweetly crooked smile.
I wanted to weave my fingers through the pale tresses that were cobwebbed across her shoulders.
To push the wild mane aside so I could press my lips to her sleek throat and kiss her silky skin.
I swallowed thickly.
“But this isn’t what this is all about, is it?” she murmured, tilting her head to the side. Her irritation thawed and expression softened. She dropped her hand from my chin to my shoulder, then burrowed her fingertips gently into the nape of my neck.
And gods, it felt so good, so fucking good. I sank into her touch and almost purred.
My hands traced the groove of her spine, lower still, and her lashes fluttered half-mast as she arched her neck and let out a sensual sigh that reached into the very depths of my soul. “Better?” I asked as I kneaded her peachy ass.
Her white skirt hitched high around her thighs like folds of snow.
She softly hummed, “A-huh.” Squiggling forward, she pressed her sweet heat against me.
The delicate lace of her dress whispered against my skin as she leaned even closer, her nose an inch from mine.
When her plump breasts grazed my chest, my breathing hitched.
Hellsgate…
She rotated her hips, teasing my erection straining against my boxer briefs. “This is what you want, right?”
I gritted my teeth to stifle the groan. A shudder rippled through me, jostling her gently on my lap. I was iron-hard, and the carnal energy hissing between us was wilder than electricity spitting through water.
Sweet Zrenyth, what the hells was she doing?
But could I resist her?
Fuck no.
Her fingers tangled in my damp hair, and her breath fanning across my cheeks had me thirsting for those luscious lips right in front of me. Desire lowered her lashes until her irises narrowed to a mist-gray sliver.
I ignored the warning that twanged through my veins. Instead, I soothed the spanks on her throbbing ass with gentle circles.
Nelle slipped a slender hand down my chest, the touch gliding like a satiny ribbon.
When she pushed her hand beneath my boxer briefs, my eyes nearly rolled back in my head with the exquisite pleasure raging through my bloodstream.
Her nimble fingers wrapped around my cock, and she tugged it out. “Always hard, Crowther.”
“You know I’m always hard for you,” I confessed.
My cock flexed in her fist, and I choked out a moan.
Gods, she hadn’t touched me like this in our shower escapade a few days back.
I’d wanted her hand or mouth taking me so fucking bad, yearned for it, but I’d not dared push for it.
And here she was about to give me a handjob, or a blowjob, or, hells, even more than that.
My hands wrapped around her hips, unable to stop myself from rocking my pelvis, seeking friction. I wanted desperately to reach higher and cup her breasts, to pinch a ripe nipple, bury my hungry lips within the shadows of her cleavage and tongue a path between its valley.
Nelle stroked me up and down with a torturous touch.
Too light, barely there.
Yet it ignited a scorching fervor that blazed along my cock to grab me by the blue balls. My fingers bit harder into her sides as a gravelly groan crawled up my throat.
Nelle molded her body to my contours. Hot wetness arrowed up my neck as she licked a path upwards. “You like this, huh?” she husked before nipping my earlobe.
“Yeah,” I strangled out, my hips bucking. Fuck yeah. My wrist ached from all the jerking off I’d done in the shower this past week.
I lost myself in the blissful sensation buzzing beneath my skin as she stroked leisurely up and down, her thumb brushing over the weeping crown as she rose higher, the edge of her fist bumping the root when she drove down the shaft.
My breath quickened to gasps, and my eyelids grew heavy.
Her lips were close, so tantalizingly close as she slid her nose along mine.
Mesmerizing and completely irresistible.
I canted forward, our breaths mingling as my mouth hunted hers…
…only to wince a heartbeat later.
Her fist squeezed my cock hard. On the verge of cruelty.
I gritted out, “Easy.”
Nelle captured my lower lip, dragging sharp teeth down the sensitive flesh before letting go. “You know it’ll never be easy between us.”
Her pace quickened. The grip brutal.
Shit, shit, shit…
I begged, “Slow, easy…” shifting my hands behind, my fingers digging into the soft bedding to brace against the thorny pain.
Nelle stared at me, not in a fun, flirty way but in a way that scared the hells out of me. Her narrowed gaze watched me like a junkyard dog slavering for a bite. A lonely eyebrow arched. “You’ll take what I’m willing to give. Understand?”
I gulped.
Her fingers cinched ruthlessly around my shaft like a vise turned too far.
Nelle pumped faster, faster. She furiously beat me off like she was set on winning a fucking race. There was zero skill. Her shitty handjob technique was feral and reckless.
Pain bent pleasure, and even though I wanted to stop her, for some fucked-up reason I wanted her to carry on. “Holy shit,” I gasped, then flinched as barbed agony sliced across my scalp when she wrenched my head back while her other hand killed my cock.
I jolted. I winced.
I chewed back a pained cry.
My moans were deep and husky.
It felt sublime.
It hurt like a motherfucker.
I realized right then what Nelle was doing.
She was giving me a hate handjob.
Oh my gods, oh my gods, oh my gods…
Tug.
—ow—
Tug.
—ow—
Tug.
Ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods…
I wasn’t going to last long even though she was actively trying to snap my cock in half.
The fierce climax blazed down my spine, locking my sweat-slick limbs taut.
I panted, battling against the dizzying waves to stare through lowered lids at Nelle’s wicked, mean scowl and those perfect, perfect lips.
Fuck it. I thrust a hand forward, grabbed hold, and yanked her closer.
She gave a startled gasp, her eyes flaring wide.
I smashed my mouth to hers, plunging my tongue inside to lick hers.
Holy hellsgate, so fucking good!
I kissed her. Furious. Swift. Sipping on her sweetness.
My balls tightened. My cock pulsed. And my mind darkened, falling inward like a collapsing star as the orgasm exploded like a supernova. My hips bucked, and I shoved Nelle free as a delicious shudder jarred my bones and a low, throaty grunt escaped up my chest.
Nelle rocked back, tipped forward, her head bowing—
I blew my fucking load like Vesuvius—
Cum sprayed between us.
And a screech shredded through the tower.
It wasn’t me.
It was Nelle.
I flopped straight-backed onto the mattress, my body sagging and cock sighing in relief as aftershocks twitched through my limbs and rendered me useless.
Catching my breath, I realized Nelle had stumbled from my lap.
I tucked my softening cock beneath my boxer briefs before levering up on my elbows.
Pushing the hanks of hair out of my eyes with a forearm, I blinked, squinting at her in bewilderment.
She was bent forward, jittering on the spot and flapping her hands around her face.
Her shrill “Oooooow!” pierced my eardrums.
I stiffened.
Nelle jack-knifed straight. The lashes of one eye were stickily stuck shut, and fat tears streamed down her flushed cheeks. “Ow, ow, oooooow! It burns!”
Holy hellsgate!
Belatedly, I realized I’d hit her right in the eye.