Chapter 16
I hand the keys to him, and he opens the door, letting us in while he’s still holding me.
I wrap my hands around his neck as he carries me through my apartment, leaving the lights off.
He shoves open my bedroom door, and my lips find his again, kissing him hungrily as he carries me to my bed.
He tosses me down, his eyes not leaving mine for a second.
He’s trying to hold himself back, I can tell.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I stare back up at him, my heart racing like crazy.
“I fuck rough, Sloane. I will hurt you.”
A delicious shiver runs through me at his dirty words.
I get what he’s saying, he knows my trauma.
But he doesn’t know how badly I need this.
“I trust you, Onyx. Do your worst.”
His eyes flash with something dangerous.
“Get your dress off,” he rasps, his voice tight with barely controlled lust.
I sit up a little so I can pull my dress over my head, revealing my lacy black thong and bra.
My cheeks flush with heat, so desperate for him to like what he sees.
His eyes eat me up, running down the length of my body.
“You’re fucking flawless, trouble.” He tugs his T-shirt over his head and unbuckles his black jeans, kicking them off to the side so he’s just in his boxer briefs.
It’s his scar I notice first, the one he got while saving me.
But I can’t dwell on the past tonight.
Instead, my eyes roam down further and find his massive erection straining against his briefs.
I flick out my tongue and lick my lips.
“I want to taste you,” I tell him, knowing how needy I sound but not giving two shits.
I’ve dreamed about being alone and naked in my room with him for years.
“Not before I taste your sweet cunt.” He takes hold of my ankles and drags me to the end of the bed.
His fingers digging into my panties, he tears them to shreds in his hands, exposing me.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you, trouble?” He shoves my legs out wide, then his face is buried deep between my legs, tasting me.
The warmth of his tongue sends waves of pleasure tumbling over me.
“Yes,” I murmur, my body lit up all over.
My hands tangle into the comforter of my bed, needing something to hold on to as I thrust underneath him, raising my hips off the bed to meet the hungry lashings of his tongue.
One of his hands comes to my stomach, holding me in place as he laps me up.
The other moves up my thigh.
Settling between my legs, he explores my folds and toys with my clit.
Then he pushes two thick fingers inside of me, and I cry out.
He pulls back in warning.
His body language tells me I can’t handle him.
But I can, I just wasn’t prepared for the stretch of his thick fingers so soon.
“Keep going,” I encourage him.
A serious expression settles on his face, his brows furrowed and jaw tightening.
“If I fucking hurt you, Sloane…”
My eyes narrow in on him so he knows I’m deadly serious.
“Keep fucking going.”
He drops his head to suck at my clit as he thrusts his fingers inside of me again.
This time his eyes don’t leave mine.
And damn, he’s one sexy motherfucker like this .
I reach for him, running my fingers over his shaved head, digging my long nails into his scalp.
It only makes him finger-fuck me with more force.
His teeth nip at me, the combination sending me over the edge.
I scream his name as my orgasm takes over, causing my muscles to spasm and what feels like a rush of fluid to coat his fingers.
He continues to pump them in and out of me, the sound of my arousal filling the room.
When my quivering calms, he pulls back from me.
Taking his fingers, he brings them to my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he instructs just like Romeo did the night we were together.
I can’t help but smirk at him as I sit up a little and do as I’m told, curling my tongue around his fingers, licking my juices from them.
This is so hot, he is so hot.
I move to fully sitting on the edge of the bed so I can take hold of his cock, so desperate to get my mouth on him as well.
I shove his briefs down his legs, his massive erection jumping free.
He’s so damn hard, long and thick with pre-cum already beading at the tip.
I bend a little so I can take him in my mouth, licking over the tip of his cock, tasting his arousal.
I can’t help the grin that twists on my lips.
I have Onyx’s cock in my mouth, I can hardly believe it.
His hands run into my hair, massaging my scalp as I adjust to his size, trying to work out how I take all of him.
The girls at The Raven’s Nest make deep throating look so damn easy.
I bob back and forth.
He grips my hair into a ponytail, pulling me further onto him, so far it hits my gag reflex, and I have to pull away.
“Try again,” he coaches me.
Fuck, the dark and dangerous look in his eyes.
I try to take him all the way down my throat again.
This was easier the other night when I was decently buzzed, or maybe it’s just the angle.
He assists me, his grip a little tighter this time.
So tight it makes my eyes water, but that doesn’t deter me.
This time I take all of him, loving the hiss of appreciation that leaves his lips.
I glance up at him, enjoying the pure pleasure all over his face.
He’s gorgeous like this, letting me do something for him for once.
I continue to suck back and forth, perfecting my moves, knowing every time I take him all the way in my mouth it brings him undone even more.
Saliva dribbles down my chin and my eyes blur, but I keep going, wanting him to cum right down my throat.
I’m desperate for it.
He has other ideas. Sharply he pulls my head back from him, staring down at me.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this, trouble.”
“I was thinking the same about you, big dude.” I grin up at him, feeling like a crazy person, and I’m sure I look like one as well.
“You going to let me finish?”
He shakes his head.
“I need to feel your tight cunt around my dick milking the cum right from me.”
Oh God, this man has a dirty mouth.
My pussy clenches in anticipation; that’s what she wants as well.
He pulls me up to standing with him, his lips back on mine, his hands running over my body.
He grabs a handful of my ass then moves up my sides to my bra.
In one fast move, it’s unhooked, and his hands are on my bare tits.
He fondles them roughly, plucking, and my nipples harden, loving every second of his sweet torture.
His callused hands feel so damn good on my skin.
I dig my nails into his back, kissing him as fiercely as he is me.
The two of us crash into my dressing table so hard I know it’s going to bruise, but I don’t care.
I stare up at him, panting, as I try and get my racing heart under control.
The room blurs as he spins me quickly, the dizzying motion making the tall dressing table seem to tilt as I lean forward on it, my elbows bracing against the hard surface.
His dark eyes find mine in the mirror.
“ Stay here, I want to watch as you fall apart,” he growls, then leaves my side.
Moving back over to his discarded jeans, he pulls his wallet free and produces a foil packet.
I watch in the mirror as he rips open the packet and rolls the condom on.
I’m so turned on by him I can feel my juices running down my legs.
Standing here watching him is torture.
I’m so wet imagining him inside of me and how damn good this is going to be after all these years of wanting him.
With a stealthy step, he moves back in behind me, his breath ghosting on my neck.
One hand snaking its way around my front, he roams over my breasts again, pulling me into his body closer, so close I can hear his uneven breathing and feel his racing heart.
I find his eyes in the mirror, their intensity making my heart race even harder.
We’re really about to do this.
His hard cock nudges at my entrance.
He’s so damn big I have no idea how he’s going to fit inside of me.
“Are you ready?” he checks in with me.
“I have been ready for years. Fuck me already, Onyx.” My voice is desperate and breathy, a plea for him to give me what I have craved for the longest time.
That answer seems to satisfy him, and in one move, he controls my body, adjusting me so he can push deep inside of me.
I cry out, not able to help it.
The sensation of him filling me up is almost more than I can handle.
As he thrusts in and out of me, he watches me, waiting until I adjust to his size.
Thrills run over me with every pump, and my nails dig into the hard wood of the dresser trying to get a grip on something.
His hand slides up my body, cupping my tits before he continues on to my throat.
His eyes finding mine in the reflection, I nod, giving him the go-ahead to do whatever he needs to.
I fucking love him like this, all dominant and controlling.
My body begs for more as his fingers compress around my throat.
He moves inside of me, plunging deeper, harder.
Over and over again he pumps into me, my pussy pulsing around him.
My head spins, and all I can do is take what he is giving me.
Take it and fucking love every second of it.
It’s so tight like this, our bodies so close that I can feel every intentional move.
His lips brush against my earlobe, a feather-light touch that makes my breath catch.
“Cum for me, trouble,” he says in a low dark rumble that rolls over me.
Right on cue, I convulse around his cock, a euphoric haze of pleasure and pain and everything in between.
My breathing comes in short, ragged breaths, and I see stars.
He pumps inside of me a few more times.
It’s everything he promised it would be, rough and delicious and all him.
Then I feel him jerk forward, and he releases his grip on me so I can breathe properly again.
Collapsing on the dresser, I suck in ragged breaths, massaging life back into my neck where he had me held so tightly.
That was insane but so damn good.
I know I’m already addicted to him.
One night is going to be impossible.
Before I have time to catch my breath, he spins me round, his lips finding mine, and next thing I know, I’m being transported back to my bed.
He discards the condom and moves under the covers with me, his hands wrapping around me tenderly, ever so lightly stroking my hair.
He’s so different to the man who just fucked the life right out of me.
He holds me close like he’s afraid to let me go, and I let him, needing his body so close to mine as well.
That was a lot. Something tells me one night with him is never going to be enough.
But that was the deal we made.
Get this out of our system so he can do his job properly.
His lips find my shoulder and he places kisses up my neck, moving my hair out of the way as he goes.
Sleepily my eyes roll closed, and I hug his arms tighter around me.
Right as I feel myself drifting off to sleep, his teeth dig into my earlobe.
“I’m not done with you yet, trouble. I said one night only, and I intend to make the most of it.”
Goosebumps erupt over my skin as a flurry of excitement runs through me.
His other hand moves over my ass before pushing between my legs, his fingers forcing their way back inside my pussy.
My eyes roll back in my head.
Oh, dear God. I press my ass back into him, needing more.
He groans as he slips in a second finger, like this is somehow giving him pleasure and not me.
I can feel how hard he is all over again, his cock pressing into my ass.
I moan at the sensation.
He could literally do anything to me right now and I would enjoy it.
He has me so turned on.
“Do it, Onyx,” I tell him, wanting him there as well, wanting him to claim every part of me he can.
He groans out a curse as his fingers slip from my pussy, spreading my juices over my puckered hole.
His finger lightly presses at my asshole, toying with me just a little.
At first no matter how badly I want him to, my body fights against the intrusion.
Eventually he eases his way in, all the way to his knuckle.
It feels dirty but in a good way, in a way I know I could get used to.
The feeling is so different from when he’s fingering my pussy, but something about it is a little addictive as well.
“When you’re ready I’m going to fuck you here as well.” His words vibrate over my shoulder, where his lips are still nipping at me .
Our bodies are so close all I can do is focus on him and what he’s doing to me with his finger, slowly pumping in and out of me, stretching me.
On the next stroke, he pushes in a second digit.
I cry out again, this time feeling the burn more.
I want this, but I’m not sure I can handle it.
He pulls his hand free and moves off the bed, disappearing into my ensuite.
He flicks on the light, and I hear him rummaging around in my stuff.
“What are you doing?” I call to him.
Without turning the light off, he returns with a bottle of lube in his hands.
For a beat he just stands in the doorway looking over me, the room lit up from the bathroom.
“What did you have a bottle of lube in your cupboard for?” he asks, surprised but not disappointed.
I shrug. “I knew eventually you would give me what I wanted.” I smirk playfully.
Truth is, I get sent free samples of all sorts of products and it was one of those.
But when I placed it in my cupboard, I was most definitely thinking of him.
He moves in closer to me, like I’m his prey and he’s stalking me.
“That’s where you’re wrong, trouble. You’re going to give me everything I want tonight.”
“What do you want?” I whisper, getting lost in his dark eyes, a hand running through his stubbly jaw.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, you won’t ever want anyone else to.”
“You can’t say stuff like that to me when all you’re promising is one night.”
His hand trails over my body, over my breast and my hip, then back over my ass.
He opens the lube and squirts the liquid over his fingers, rubbing them over my ass, massaging before slipping down lower.
He spreads my ass cheeks before pushing his two thick fingers back inside of me .
“Fuck, Onyx,” I cry out at the sensation.
It’s different this time, easier, but my body still resists.
“Open up for me, trouble,” he demands, his voice raspy and desperate.
“I need my cock to have been everywhere.”
I let out a moan.
I can’t talk back. All I can do is focus on what he’s doing to me, the way he’s pumping his fingers in and out of me.
That’s what I want as well, him branding me with his cock.
Then they’re gone and I hear him squirting more lube then rubbing it over his cock.
Fuck, I’m not going to survive this.
His body moves in close with mine again, and he lifts my leg so it’s bent over his.
“I want to fuck your ass bare, Sloane. I’m clean, and I know you are, but if you don’t want me to, I can stop.”
I glance over my shoulder at him.
I trust Onyx, it’s not a question of that, but it’s more how intimate this feels.
We will be skin on skin completely.
“I wasn’t expecting to come into your place tonight, I only had one condom on me.”
“I trust you, Onyx.” I swallow the lump in my throat, stopping myself from saying anything more.
I feel so close to him right now.
This is what I have wished for, and now that it’s happening, I want everything with him.
I don’t care if he’s bare.
I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, and my body stiffens, not knowing what to make of the intrusion.
He’s too big, and I shut up tight.
One of his hands comes to my clit, massaging slow deliberate circles over my most sensitive spot.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass, trouble?”
“Yes,” I whisper, a moan.
“You have to let me in. Just relax, let me take care of you. It won’t hurt for long. ”
His lips meet mine and he kisses me so passionately I melt into him more.
Letting go of all my fears, I give his body full control of mine.
He moves slowly, easing inside of me, and I put all my focus on him, my body eventually stretching to accommodate his size.
When his lips leave mine, I can’t move.
My heart races out of control, and I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
He doesn’t move either, just places feather-light kisses down my neck and tells me how well I’m doing, opening up for him.
His words are so encouraging, and being this close to him is everything.
When I’m ready, I push back into him.
“Fuck me, Onyx.” I give him the go-ahead.
That was what he was waiting for.
He starts to move inside of me, slowly at first, then he picks up the pace, thrusting inside of me deeper.
I cry incoherent moans into the room, my body shaking all over as pain and pleasure collide.
Right as I’m about to tip over the edge, I hear the front door open and what sounds like Jagger’s heavy boots enter the apartment.
“Oh, dear God,” I cry, mortified.
Why is he home so early?
Onyx’s hand comes to my mouth, covering it.
“Shh. Unless you want him to catch us in the act, your door isn’t locked.”
“Sloane, you home?” my brother calls out, but the two of us ignore him, staying quiet.
My heart races like crazy.
He can’t catch Onyx in here with me, who knows what he will do.
“Night,” he calls again, obviously assuming I’m already in bed.
Then his door closes and he’s gone, hopefully to bed for the night.
I glance over my shoulder at Onyx, my eyes wide, saying what the fuck do we do now.
I’m too far gone to stop.
His hand still covering my mouth, he rolls me onto my stomach and positions a pillow under my head.
“You need to cry out my name, do it into this,” he says a little more seriously.
Then he’s moving again, fucking me relentlessly this time.
And I’m grateful for the pillow because I couldn’t be quiet if I tried.
My body convulses around his, cumming in a rush.
He pumps inside of me a few more times, and I hear him growl out his release as well, filling up my ass with his cum.
He’s right, I’m never going to recover from that.
My body is spent, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want more.
Eventually he pulls out of me and goes to roll away, grabbing for his jeans.
“Stay with me,” I whisper, reaching for him.
That was a lot to take, and I need him now more than ever.
His eyes meet mine in warning.
“Trouble. You know I shouldn’t.”
“You stay with me all the time,” I snap back.
“When you’re upset and need me. Not like this.” His guilty eyes meet mine.
He was fine screwing me until Jagger got home, and now he’s not.
Now he’s shutting me out again.
I guess the guilt is too much for him.
“Please,” I beg him, feeling way too clingy, but he can’t just walk out of here after what we just shared.
He moves in closer and places a kiss on my lips.
“Sorry, Sloane. We both know this was a slip-up that can never happen again. I need to get out of here before I make it worse.”
Hurt washes over me like a tidal wave, his sudden rejection too much to take in my fragile state.
Keeping my brothers happy is more important than me.
I get it, I should have known better.
I roll over away from him and wait till I hear the slight click of the door before I get out of bed.
I knew what that was, but I’m still crushed.
Eventually I drag my sorry body to the shower, washing away what we just did, feeling a hollowness inside of me I never expected.
I thought getting what I wanted would leave me on a high, but I’m emptier than ever before.
How can I go from such euphoria to the lowest of lows in a matter of minutes?
When I’m all washed off, I go to the cabinet and take out my sleeping pills.
Popping two in my mouth, I swallow them down with a handful of water from the tap.
Catching sight of my frightful reflection in the mirror, I see the evidence of Onyx everywhere.
From my tangled hair to the bite marks on my shoulders and neck.
All I have left to remind me of how fucking awesome the two of us are together.
Tomorrow is going to sting like a bitch.
Having him was everything I ever wanted, but maybe not knowing how good it could be was better than one night of heaven, to now live a lifetime without him.