Chapter 16 – Bellamy #2
A burst of pain spasms through me, but like he did with my lip before, he licks the sting away and I don’t even know if I’m loud or quiet. If I’m saying things or simply moaning.
His fingers somehow discover something inside of me, some spot that he vigorously rubs and fucks, pushing his hand in until his knuckles bottom out.
I detonate. My orgasm sweeps through me with the subtlety of a nuclear explosion.
His hand grips my hip, pressing me back into the wall, holding me against it, while his tongue feasts on me, lapping and licking every ounce of pleasure from me while keeping me upright when the urge to collapse is compelling.
But then I am falling. Just as the waves and convulsions start to ebb, I’m going down until I land on him, both of us tumbling until he’s on his back with me on top of him.
My head on his chest. My body against his.
His hands up in my hair, forcing my face up so his lips can capture mine.
Tilting my head, he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I taste myself on him. Salty and sweet and clean.
It makes my now empty core pulse some more, and I want him. I want more.
His cock rests between us, a hard ridge I want to rub myself on.
“Not tonight,” he whispers into me as I act out my thoughts.
“But—”
“My impatient little virgin, I want to take my time with you.”
“You’re being gentle with me,” I accuse.
He smiles against my lips. “I might be that way sometimes. You’re mine and I’m very protective of you.
But I’ll only be gentle when you need it most. If I fuck you right now, I’ll hurt you.
I’ll make you bleed more than you already will.
And while part of me revels in that depravity, the rational side of me knows that’s not how your first time should go. Okay?”
Mine. The word reverberates through my skull, but I force myself not to dwell on it. He’s being possessive, not romantic.
“Okay.” I prop my chin on his chest and gaze at him.
He throws an arm behind his head, propping himself up and throws his other one behind my neck to pull me closer.
For a few moments, that’s all we do. Stare into each other’s eyes, the fire’s crackling the only sound.
It feels weird and yet not at all, which is maybe why it feels weird. “We never finished talking.”
“For fuck’s sake. My dick is still hard, I’m dying for you, and you want to fight more about my children with me?”
I lick the seam of his lips. “I never said fight.”
“That’s what we do.” He squeezes my ass and spanks it once.
“Only because you’re stubborn and don’t listen.”
He sits up on a frustrated growl, taking me with him and settling me on his lap. He adjusts my skirt and picks up my bra, slipping it on my shoulders and clasping the hook in the back. Then he takes my breasts and adjusts them in the cups, one by one, until he has me just right.
“That’s the first time you’ve touched those.”
“I know. It won’t be the last.”
“You could do that now, you know. I’d happily unzip you and you could slide yourself between them.”
He falls back to the floor in a heap and tosses his arm over his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose, his jaw locked tight.
“Bad idea?”
“It’s been years since I’ve fucked, Bellamy, and you’re talking to me about fucking your perfect tits.”
“So?”
“So, I need a minute.”
“That’s all it will take you? I have to admit, I assumed even with the years between sex, you’d last longer than that.”
His forearm falls behind his head onto the floor, and he studies me, a daring glint in his eyes. “That’s the game you want to play with me right now?”
I rein in my smile that is so very desperate to slip out. “Yep.”
“I thought you wanted to fight more.”
“‘Talk’ is the word I used, and maybe we could do that after I play with your dick.”
He curses in Latin and says, “Remember, you asked for it. On your knees. Remove your bra but leave your skirt on.”
I can’t scramble off his lap fast enough.
Anxious for more. Ready for wherever he’ll take me.
Maybe this is a bad idea. Maybe I’m fucking with my job.
With potentially losing the kids. With my father’s security.
But he already told me he can’t lose me, and I promised whatever this is won’t interfere with any of that.
I like to imagine I can keep that promise, even if I’m likely being a bit na?ve with it.
He stands before me, watching as I remove my bra for the second time and let it fall to the floor. Reaching down, he lifts one of my breasts in his hand, squeezing it and testing its weight. His thumb brushes over my nipple and my eyes close, my head falling back.
“Good?”
“Mmm.”
He pinches harder and I sigh, squirming when he does the same with the other one, pulling on them. “I can’t wait to mark up these beautiful tits.”
I whimper when he presses them together, squeezing them harder than before.
“Eyes open,” he instructs. “Unzip me and take me out.”
He releases me, but his hands don’t go far.
They find my hair, his fingers combing back the strands from my face.
With a shaky breath and even shakier fingers, I undo his belt, the metal buckle clanking, followed by his button.
I fumble, nervous, but this only seems to please him, and I’m thinking he likes my inexperience.
I think he likes how nervous yet eager I am.
The noise as I tug down his zipper has him panting, and I gaze up at him, wanting to see his face. His eyes are nearly black. Onyx ringed in blue-gray. I lick my lips and he grunts, his grip on my hair tightening. The only indication that he’s barely hanging on to his control.
That thought spirals me higher as delicious anticipation slams through me, spiking my heart rate to a near sprint.
I’m winded, panting, my skin humming with how my touch affects him.
This man. This king. He’s so powerful, and though I am the one on my knees this time, I’ve never felt sexier or stronger.
I get his pants open and reach in, feeling the outline of his cock through the jersey of his briefs.
It’s thick and long and so hard. It throbs as I continue to rub it, his gaze on fire now as he watches me do it.
Lowering his pants and briefs, he springs free, and like a girl in a lame porno, I gasp.
First time seeing a penis and all. Plus, it’s big.
Bigger than I thought it would be. I realize I have nothing to compare it to, but yeah.
One question comes to mind. How is that going to fit?
In my mouth. In my pussy. In…other places I can’t even begin to think about.
I lick my lower lip and bite it. He grabs his cock at the base, stroking himself once, and I moan at how hot that is.
Especially when he gives it a few more strokes and taps it against my parted lips.
“Look at you. So hungry for this.” Another stroke. “This is what you want?”
“Yes.” I’m nearly begging now.
Electricity skitters over my skin as he grips my hair. He bends down so his mouth is by my ear and whispers, “Then open your mouth and suck my cock like a good little girl.”
Without warning, he pulls my hair by the roots, forcing me to cry out at the sting, and the moment my mouth opens, he thrusts his cock in.
My hands shoot up, going to his hips as he bottoms out at the back of my throat, causing me to gag and reflexively swallow.
He lets out a wounded hiss and my eyes widen in alarm.
He shakes his head, letting me know that was a good sound. “Breathe through your nose,” he manages. “Flatten your tongue. Fuck, yes. Just like that. Goddamn, you’re fucking perfect, Bellamy. Who knew your savage, impertinent mouth could do this?”
With his hand in my hair, he controls my movements, pumping in and out at a fast pace as he fucks my face. He’s big and thick and I’m gagging and struggling to breathe, my eyes tearing. My toes curl into the carpet, my hands gripping him, wanting to push him away but not wanting him to stop.
“Relax, baby. Try to relax. Shit.” He pulls himself out of my mouth and I take in a ragged breath. “I went too rough. Forgive me, I’ve never found it this difficult to contain myself before. It’s you who has me so worked up. Here.” He takes one of my hands and places it around his wet dick.
Tentatively, I give it a stroke, and he groans.
“Is that good?” I look up at him quickly and then back down to his cock in my hand.
“Incredible. Your touch is incredible.”
He feels like velvety steel in my hand. This man, this king, is nothing as I thought he’d be. He’s everything.
His grip on my hair is gone and his hand is on my cheek, wiping away my tears.
“For as pretty as you are when you cry for me, I want tonight to be about you. What you enjoy. I have to remind myself you’re new to all this.
As much as that makes me hard, I truly don’t want to hurt you beyond the point of pleasure.
I’ll give you control. Just this once, because something tells me you’ll blow my mind.
Literally. Be adventurous and have fun. Just the way I did with you. ”
I blink up at him. Is he kidding? He has no idea how much fun I’m about to make this for both of us.