Chapter 6 #2
I felt her body under mine stiffen. I counted the seconds it took her to relax into her protective facade—the fortress of bitchiness she erected to keep everyone out.
Unfortunately for her, I liked Lore and her cutting words and bad attitude.
I understood that side of her—the pain that was buried deep but always simmering close to the surface.
The need to hide that ache—not out of fear it would hurt if it surfaced but the damage you’d inflict if you didn’t.
“Such a silly boy,” she purred, not releasing my balls or the hold she had on my hair. “I don’t tease. I take.”
I bet she did.
My left arm around her back trapped her on top of me. My other went to her ass, encountering soft cotton instead of the jeans she had on earlier, and I dug my fingertips in.
I bucked my hips and asked, “Tell me, Lore, what is it you plan on taking?”
“I hadn’t planned—”
“Plans change,” I interrupted her. “And as much as I get off on a healthy dose of pain, if you squeeze my balls any harder, you’ll be spending a fair amount of time with my cock in your mouth as an apology.”
The woman didn’t disappoint. Her grip held tight. I smiled into the dark and slid my hand from her ass over her hip and continued skating my palm up, skimming the side of her breast, until I caught her around her throat.
“You wanna play, baby girl?”
I heard her breath hitch.
“You can’t—”
I flexed my hips again and cut her off. “I swear on all things holy if you tell me I can’t handle you, I’ll fuck you so hard and long you’ll be begging me to stop.”
“You could try,” she huffed.
She had no idea.
But she was about to learn.
“Is that permission?”
All I needed was a yes, and Lore would come to understand the true meaning of waking the beast.
When the silence stretched, I hid my disappointment with a taunt. “That’s what I thought.”
“You talk a big game, Cash Phillips—”
I jacked my knee up, dislodging her hand on my balls. Using her momentary surprise to my advantage, I forced her further onto her back. I gave her my weight and lowered my head to her ear, ignoring the pain on my scalp.
My thumb dug into the soft flesh under her chin and there was that harsh exhale that I’d only heard twice but now craved.
“We both know if you wanted out of this bed, you would’ve already clawed my face off.”
There was zero chance the woman would be trapped under me without an epic battle if she didn’t want to be exactly where she was.
“I’m saving you the embarrassment of walking into tomorrow’s briefing with a black eye and broken nose,” she huffed out her lie with a weak attempt to buck me off.
“Bullshit.”
I traced the shell of her ear with my tongue and felt her body still.
I retraced my path this time using my teeth to gently scrape my way down.
I felt the shiver but that wasn’t the reaction I was after.
I continued down her jaw with nothing more than a graze until I made it to her shoulder and sank my teeth in.
Just like in the bathroom, the shudder that moved through her was full body.
“Cash.”
Lore hissing my name set my blood on fire.
“Hm?” I hummed against her skin as I swept away the sting with my tongue.
“Are you gonna fuck me, or what?” she groused.
So fucking Lore I couldn’t stop my smile.
“No, baby girl, I’m not going to fuck you,” I told her with another lash of my tongue over my bite mark. “I’m gonna toy with you, then I’m gonna wreck you.”
Lore’s attack was a surprise but not a shock.
I should’ve known the hellcat would make her move and do so like she did everything—aggressive, hostile, vicious.
With a heave and a twist she rolled, and before she had me on my back, Lore’s mouth slammed down.
Her tongue spiked in and the taste of her flooded—alluring, mysterious, dangerous.
The combination made my already hard cock throb.
I hadn’t yet fully enjoyed the heady concoction that made up Lore before she knifed up, whipped off her shirt, and waged war.
The battle that ensued was frenzied.
Teeth, tongues, hands everywhere.
We grappled, she arched, I twisted. A clash of bodies. Both of us wanting control, neither of us willing to concede to the other. There was nothing gentle or soft as we tore into each other.
A violent discovery.
A single-minded pursuit of victory.
Winner takes all.
And I planned to be the conqueror.
Her nails scored down my back, leaving pain in their wake and making my cock twitch.
Play time was officially over.
I flipped her to her back, shoved her legs wide, and like a starving man, I devoured her. Her spicy musk filled my senses.
“Cash,” she moaned.
I took that as encouragement and speared my tongue deeper.
She groaned, lifting her hips higher, taking more of what she wanted.
There was nothing hotter than a woman who let go and demanded her pleasure. That woman being Lore was insanely sexy. I ate my fill while she writhed, whimpered, and chanted my name until her legs trembled and the sounds she was making turned pleading and desperate.
“Cash,” she growled when I lifted my head.
I dodged her hand trying to find purchase to shove my face back between her legs.
Fuck yeah, I totally got off on Lore’s brand of sexual encounters. But she’d soon learn she could take as much as she wanted, but it would be me giving it to her.
I hooked the back of her knee in the crook of my elbow and surged forward. Like her cunt had a homing beacon to nirvana the head of my cock found her and with one hard thrust I drove home.
Tight, wet heat wrapped around my shaft so snug my eyes nearly rolled into the back of my head.
Heaven.
Or as close to heaven as my black soul would ever get.
It took longer than I was willing to admit for me to get control over my body. Or more to the point, not blow my load before I moved. This was made harder when Lore wrapped her free leg around my hips, dug her heel into the small of my back, and groaned, “Ohmigod.”
With only the dregs of my control I slowly pulled out before I slammed back in.
“Hard.” Her hand went to my ass, she engaged her nails, and threatened to pierce my skin if I didn’t comply with her demand.
For the second time that night, another battle raged—a race to find those seconds of ecstasy when your mind blanked and there was nothing but blinding pleasure.
Lore moved with me, keeping in sync with my punishing rhythm, holding on tight with her limbs while her cunt held on a different way. With each withdrawal, her walls tightened, fighting to keep me, each hard drive in the tight, wet heat threatened to unman me.
The feel of her was out of this world. In a moment of complete lunacy, somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized I’d never had better.
It wasn’t just the way she could take a solid fucking and wordlessly demand more.
It wasn’t the aggression, the violent way we’d connected, not the pain, not the fight for control.
It was something bigger. The unsaid knowledge of a shared need—we were the same.
Kindred spirits that would never admit we were connected.
Two people who unfeelingly wandered around.
Aimless. Disconnected from emotions. Locked in a bitter cycle of self-protection.
“So good,” she groaned.
Her hand moved between us, sliding down between her legs.
Hell no.
I balanced on my elbow, grabbed her wrist, and yanked it up, pinning it above her head.
“Cash,” she grunted. “I’m close.”
“You’re not in control of this.”
She struggled to free her hand. When that didn’t work, she bucked her hips and dug her nails deeper.
“Let me—”
“You are not in control of this,” I repeated.
“Fuck you.”
I lowered my head, bringing my lips to hers. “No, baby girl, I fuck you. You come when I want you to come and I damn well don’t need your help getting you there.”
She let out a sexy growl of frustration before she threw down her challenge. “You can’t get me there without my help.”
I slowed my pace to nothing more than leisurely glides, getting off on her groans of agitation.
“It’s cute you think that, Stella.”
“Don’t call me that.”
The vehemence in her tone took me off guard. But I got it. The need to fully disconnect. I wasn’t fucking Stella. She’d gone into hiding and offered up Lore.
Stella was switched off.
Lore was getting fucked.
I got it.
I understood it.
But for some unknown, strange reason I fucking hated it.
Therefore, when I got down to proving I didn’t need her help I did so ruthlessly.
I drove my cock up her cunt, twisted and pulled at her nipple, worked her neck with my teeth, tongue, and lips until she was panting and mewling and her pussy was rippling and clenching.
And yet she still fought against giving me her pleasure.
“We can do this all night, baby girl. The longer you hold back the bigger it’s gonna be. But warning—in the end I’ll own it.”
It didn’t take but a few more seconds before she lost the battle.
Unfortunately, that meant I followed her over.
Her movements froze. Her head tipped back and her back bowed.
Her pussy contracted so impossibly tight there was no stopping the onslaught of euphoria.
Everything blanked. My hips jerked with each rope of come.
I vaguely heard the sound of our groans mingle.
And in those moments, I was free.
I wasn’t a castoff. An unwanted child left by a dumpster. I wasn’t a worthless mass of cells, bones, blood, unloved, discarded, uncared for. I wasn’t a man with a hole in my chest where my heart should be. I didn’t have a black soul.
Blissfully nothing.
Lore’s sated sigh pulled me back to the present.
It took longer than normal for my shields to come back on station.
My walls hadn’t yet fully formed when Stella appeared to whisper, “I don’t think…
that was…I never…” She trailed off her stammered gibberish.
I knew she wasn’t going to clarify when she jolted.
Further, I knew when her fortress slammed back into place and she seethed, “Get off.”
I smiled into the dark and rolled to the side. She started to move away from me but before she made any progress, I hooked her around the waist and turned her to face me.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“To my room.”
“I’m not done with you,” I told her.
“Well I’m done with you.”
I slipped my hand down between her legs, circled her still-sensitive clit and asked, “You sure about that?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
Her legs opening a fraction to give me better access contradicted her answer.
I pushed two fingers through our combined release, used my thumb to keep toying with her clit, and asked again. “Are you still sure?”
Instead of answering, the stubborn woman attacked.
This time I was ready for her.
That meant when her lips hit mine, I took control of the kiss.
After that, I set about proving not only did I own her orgasm, I owned her fucking body.