Chapter 24 #2
There’s no shoving them back in now, they’re out there.
“I belong to you.”
The air crackles between us. Like I’ve lit the end of a firecracker with my words.
His lips curl up at the edges. His eyes wrinkle at the sides.
“Good girl,” he coos, kissing me.
There’s no tenderness, no sweetness now. Only hungry need.
“Say it again, tell me who you belong to. Tell me you’re mine.” He drags his teeth over my bottom lip.
“I’m yours.”
He growls, gripping the hem of my shirt and yanking it up over my head. It gets thrown somewhere in the kitchen.
“Lev!” I cover my chest. “Someone could walk in.”
“They wouldn’t fucking dare.” He bites down on my shoulder, picking me up and putting me on the countertop.
He grabs my wrists, pinning them behind me.
The air is cool against my heated skin. Or maybe it’s his gaze dragging over me now that he has me half naked in front of him.
It’s unnerving having his intent stare lingering on me.
He licks his bottom lip, like he’s deep in thought. Planning what to do with me.
To me.
He puts his hands on my knees, pulling them apart so he can step between. Slowly, he drags his palms over my thighs. Even through my jeans, my skin soaks in his heat, leaving a trail of fire as he gets to the zipper.
“Lean back, little warrior.”
I obey him. It doesn’t even occur to me not to. How can I when his voice is deep and sultry, when his eyes devour me the way they are? Slowly, he pulls the zipper down, then shoves my jeans as far down as he can before I have to wiggle from side to side, letting him get them completely off.
He throws them to the floor, kicking them away.
“Open my belt.” He instructs me and positions himself to where I can reach the buckle. “Take it off, all the way.”
I work the supple leather through the metal buckle, then pull it free from his slacks. The leather rubs against the loops, making a zipping sound that sends another rain of sparks through me.
“Good girl.” He takes the belt from me and drops it onto the growing pile of clothes. “Now, open my pants, pull out my cock.”
I swallow hard, check over my shoulder to be sure we’re still alone.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” He taps my cheek with his fingertip.
I find him again. Intense desire burns bright in his eyes. His jaw is tense; his lips are wet. Like he’s been licking them.
“Go on, pull me out.”
I work open his pants. He’s hard and thick and long. I wrap my hand around his shaft, delighting in the soft groan he can’t seem to hold back. When I look back up at him, his head is tilted back, his eyes closed.
I squeeze harder, and the little sound turns into a hungry growl.
Feeling the need to tempt the fates, I slowly stroke his cock.
“Fuck.” His eyes snap to mine. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
I grin. “Are you trying to threaten me? You might want to pick something else.”
He lowers his chin, so he can stare straight into my soul. “My little warrior likes it when I’m rough with her. Spread your legs, wide, put your feet up on the counter.”
I let go of his cock, and we both sigh with our disappointment.
Leaning back on my elbows, I bring my feet to the counter, dropping my knees open for him.
With the tip of one finger, he hooks my panties, pulling them to the side and exposing my sex.
“You’re soaked.” He steps back, bending over at the waist.
I’m on edge, ready to burst at the seams as he brings his mouth to my pussy. He doesn’t touch me, and I want to kill him.
“Do you want me to kiss your pussy?” He questions, running his lips across the inside of my thigh.
“Y-yes…”
“Do you want me to suck your clit?”
I’m going to burst into a million pieces right here in the kitchen. Mrs. Nelson is going to be sweeping up pieces of me for weeks.
“Yes.” I say more firmly.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!” I slap my hand onto the countertop, and he chuckles.
It’s a dark sound. I’ve played right into his little game.
“Are you having a temper tantrum? Should we stop, until you can calm down?”
“No.” I shake my head. “Please, Lev. Don’t tease me, not like this.”
He lifts an eyebrow. “Oh? You don’t like when I tease you?”
“I prefer it when you fuck me.”
He laughs again.
His tongue touches my clit, and I’m sent catapulting out of my mind. Slowly, he drags his tongue over me, suckling and licking and eating my pussy. My skin is on fire.
“Fuck, you taste so good, pretty girl.” He wraps his arms under my legs, dragging me to the very edge of the counter as he thrusts his tongue inside of me.
I fall back onto my elbows, barely able to hold myself up while he continues to push me closer and closer to the edge of heaven.
“Lev…I need…oh hell, fuck, please.”
“You need what?”
“You. I need you.” I reach between my open thighs and pull on his shirt.
He lets me yank him up to his feet. His lips, chin, glisten with my arousal. He takes his time running his tongue over his mouth, licking it all clean.
“You need me to do what?” He wraps his hand around his cock, casually stroking himself as he lines the thick head with my pussy.
“I need you to fuck me.” I lower my chin. “Hard. So hard.”
He grins. “Tell me again. Who do you belong to?”
I would sign over my soul if it meant he cured the ache inside me.
“You, Lev. I belong to you.”
In one thrust, he’s inside me. His arm wraps around my torso, holding me in place on the edge of the counter as he plows into me. There’s no sweetness here, no gentle lovemaking.
The man is fucking me senseless.
Just like he promised.
I grab hold of his arms, feeling the strain of his muscles beneath my palms.
“So close, pretty girl. You’re so close. I can feel your pussy trembling around my cock.” He kisses the side of my neck. “Do you want to come? Right here in the kitchen, where anyone could walk in and see me fucking you. Everyone will hear you, know you’re mine. Completely mine from now on?”
Why does that sound so hot? It brings me right to the very edge, my body coils tight.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Such a good girl. Taking my cock so good.” He angles his hips, thrusting again and hitting a new spot that throws me into chaos.
My orgasm blinds me as wave after wave rips through my body. I’m screaming. My throat hurts, my body aches, but it’s all so perfect. So beautiful, and it just keeps going.
“That’s it. That’s my girl.” He kisses my cheek, my mouth; then he thrusts again and again. Stilling on the third stroke.
He goes rigid. Gripping me tighter as his own release whisks him into the same chaos I’m drowning in.
Long moments later, breath still ragged, a thin layer of sweat covering my body, he lifts his head.
He kisses me. It’s tender and harsh all mixed into one kiss. When he pulls back, there’s an intensity I’ve not seen yet with him.
A tremor runs through me as he grabs my chin, lifting it until I’m not able to see anything other than him.
“You’re mine, now. All mine.”
I swallow.
I think I’ve flown too close to the sun.
It’s going to be one helluva burn.