Chapter 30 #3
I grip her firm ass hard and pull her closer, practically smothering myself and loving every second.
Her happiness has become my religion. I’ve spent months worshiping at the altar of her joy, consumed by an insatiable craving for total unity in all ways.
She’s always been the other half of my soul, her words already the ones in my head.
All summer, we’ve been dissolving the last barrier between us, our bodies speaking their own fierce language, transcending something physical into all-consuming until no distinction between where I end and she begins remains.
Her hand fists into my hair as she rocks against my face, desperate to hold me right where she wants me.
I slip a digit inside, and her hungry pussy clenches hard.
“More,” she pants.
“So greedy. You’re making my cock jealous, baby,” I say, adding another digit and stealing another glance at the eyes that give me purpose.
Her milky skin is flushed as I thrust in harder. Her pussy is gripping my fingers like a vise, and I know she’s close. I suck her clit into my mouth.
“I want to come, London. You better not tease me. Don’t you dare stop.”
Her pussy starts to clench hard, on the edge of letting go.
I can feel it. Curling my fingers, my tongue works her slit, giving it to her just the way she likes it but stealing something for myself and tilting my head back to watch her come.
I want to see her pretty face flushed with ecstasy when I bring her to orgasm on my tongue.
But the second my eyes look up, they collide with hers, and fuck if it doesn’t unlock something feral inside of me.
Watching her during her most vulnerable moment creates a profound sense of connection for me, and seeing her watch me pleasure her is a new level of unlocked.
I love it. She was already on the edge, but our eyes locking sends her spiraling, and she pulls my hair hard.
Fuck. I growl hungrily against her pussy as I pump her through her orgasm, lapping up all her juices until her grip loosens.
I withdraw my fingers and kiss her lips before removing her thigh from my shoulder.
Her cheeks burn with a rose-colored blush I've memorized because it’s the exact shade that tells me I've done my job well. Her breathing comes in deep, measured waves as she rides the aftershocks.
Her body is still humming with electricity when she points to an old shaker chair. “Sit,” she commands.
I shoot a glance at the chair before turning back to her with a smirk that's all sin and satisfaction. "Yes, ma'am. You know, watching you take control like this is doing dangerous things to my self-restraint,” I say, my voice a low rumble of appreciation.
Once I'm seated where she wants me, she leans in close enough that I can feel her breath on my skin, her lips barely an inch from mine.
"I'm counting on it," she purrs, her words sending every nerve ending ablaze.
My hands ball into fists against my thighs, fighting the primal urge to grab her hips and claim what she's dangling in front of me. But that's precisely what she wants.
Pushing me to the edge has become Laney's favorite form of foreplay.
She thrives on the knowledge that she, and only she, can reduce me to something raw and desperate, something so intoxicating that I'd willingly drown in her.
And fuck, do I want to drown. Every breath she steals, every second she makes me wait, only fuels the fire.
As much as she gets off on torturing me, I do the same, watching her take what she wants.
I love this side of her. I love this side of us.
The side that found their way back home.
Her hands move down the front of my shirt, making quick work of unhooking every button before settling on my belt, where she undoes it.
My cock is aching to feel her touch as she pulls it off and unbuttons my jeans before giving me another order.
“Lift,” she says, her hands gripping my jeans and boxers where she tugs them down and frees my cock.
Her eyes don’t miss the glistening tip as it springs to attention for her. “I like how ready you are for me, cowboy,” she taunts seductively before dragging her nails over my thighs. Her pink tongue wets her lips as her hand encircles the base of my cock.
“I’m always ready for you. I’ve had six years to fuck my hand to thoughts of you. My dick didn’t forget how to worship its queen.”
She looks up at me from her seated position between my spread thighs. “I’m the one on my knees for her king.”
Damn. I like that sentiment. I love that she holds me in the same high regard I do her, but that doesn’t shift the power.
“This chair doesn’t give me the upper hand, heartbreaker. The one on their knees is the one who decides when, how, and if at all.” Her eyes fall to my cock hungrily.
“You’re right, and I think I’m done talking. I’m going to suck your cock now,” she says, and in the next breath, her hot mouth is wrapped around my dick, her soft lips gliding down my shaft .
“Fuck,” I hiss as I tip my head toward the ceiling.
“You do that so good, baby.” I feel her hair cascade over my thighs, and I can’t help but take her hat off and gather it to get a better look.
She’s taking me so deep, my tip hitting the back of her throat on every bob.
Her fingers dig into my thighs as she finds a punishing rhythm determined to make me lose control, and as tempting as that sounds, I want something else more.
I tug her hair. “Baby, you said you wanted to give me a memory, and as much as I fucking love this one. I want another one more.”
Her mouth releases my cock with a pop, and it throbs, already missing its warmth.
“I want my first release in our house to be inside of you. You’re my home, Laney.
” Her brown eyes pierce mine. “Look at it, baby. See for yourself what you do to me. I come undone in every way, every time. Get up here.”
“You’re good at saying all the right words when you want to, London Hale,” she says, rising to her feet and straddling the chair.
She plants her feet on the floor and sits, her slickness rubbing against my hard length as her mouth covers mine.
Her sweet tongue hungrily dips inside, and I taste myself on it.
A deep growl erupts from my chest, and she pulls away. “I love you.”
“I love you so damn much,” I answer breathlessly as she aligns my tip with her entrance. Then placing the hat back on her head, our eyes connect, and I say, “Ride me.”
Her hands grip my shoulders as she slowly starts to lower herself. Feeling her warmth pull me in, my whole body shudders, but it’s the sight of observing her as she watches me disappear inside of her that wrecks me.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, and her eyes snap up to mine, my praise gaining another inch as she slowly acclimates to my size. My hand cups one of her breasts before I bring it to my mouth and suck hard. Her pussy instantly clenches around my dick as she bottoms out.
I love the way she rides me, the way she feels stretched around me, but mostly, it's the way she has a way of fucking me and loving me at the same time.
When she's in control, she takes what she wants, how she wants, and it's usually fast and hard.
It doesn't take long for her orgasm to build; sucking me off got her ready for another.
She's hungry, and I happily let her chase it, because we both know it will only be the first of many.
We're alone in a house we plan to call home with nowhere else to be.
She picks up her pace, the sound of her ass slapping against my thighs every time she bottoms out picking up in an intoxicating crescendo.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as her walls start to flutter around my length, and I know she's close.
"Look at me," I demand as I pull her chin to my face, and our labored breaths mingle for a heartbeat. "I want to see your eyes when you come undone, in our house, on my cock, for the first time."
She slams down hard one final time, my words setting us both off at the same time. A loud crack echoes through the cabin, and the chair gives way beneath us, sending us tumbling to the floor in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter.
"Well," Laney gasps between giggles, her hat somehow still perfectly perched on her head despite everything, "I'd say we definitely christened this place."
I pull her closer against my chest, both of us still breathing hard, still trembling from the intensity of what just passed between us. "Think we broke more than just the chair," I murmur into her hair, my voice rough with satisfaction and exhaustion.
"Good," she whispers, tracing lazy patterns on my chest. "Some things are meant to be broken and rebuilt."
The words hang between us like a confession, and I feel the weight of everything unsaid settling into the space where our bodies meet.
Long minutes pass as we lie on the floor, a perfectly tangled mess of limbs—her leg thrown over mine, my arm curved around the small of her back.
The hardwood beneath us should be uncomfortable, but somehow, it feels like the most natural place in the world .
"London?" she murmurs finally, rough with the same bone-deep weariness that's settled into my chest.
"Mmm?"
"Best memory ever."
I press a kiss to the top of her head, just below the brim of her hat, and let my eyes drift closed. "The first of many, heartbreaker."
"This isn't really pillow talk," Laney says, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she props herself up on her elbow. "But are you sure you've thought through this whole plot to get your dad back to Hale Ranch? You and I know the damage that secrets and lies can do."