15. Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Morgan
I ’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping this would happen when Walker knocked on my door this evening. One reason is that he showed up looking like a damn Calvin Klein model in his tight, light-wash jeans and navy crew neck sweater. His short facial hair was freshly trimmed, and he smelled like warm Kentucky bourbon—the kind that tastes amazing, even though it burns on the way down.
The other reason is because ever since he kissed me, I knew I needed more—so much more. I’ve never been kissed like that—like I was something to be devoured and overtaken. It wasn’t a tentative first kiss of lovers, it was a declaration of power. A claim. And it’s a kiss I desperately need to experience again.
“Alright,” I say, weaving my fingers through his thick hair. “What do you want to talk about? I should warn you though, that I am not a very good rule follower.”
“You don’t say?” he teases, voice low and raspy. “Well, you will be by the time I’m done with you.”
Walker’s delicious threat shoots a rush of heat directly to my core, fanning the embers of arousal from the pressure of his massive erection beneath me. I’m not anything close to a virgin, but that thing feels like it might just split me in half. And considering how starved I am for sex, I hope to God that it does .
“Rule number one,” he murmurs as he leans closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against my ear, “we communicate how we’re feeling. If we don’t like something, we tell each other. If we want to try something, we tell each other. If we want something to stop, we tell each other. The only way that this is going to work is if we’re both open and honest.”
“Deal.” I nod, having a hard time thinking clearly. His hands were resting innocently on my knees, but they’ve started to skate along my bare thighs, slowly inching higher. “So now would be a good time to tell you that when I said I’m into ass play, I meant your ass?”
His jaw clenches and something that sounds like a growl comes out of his mouth. “I hope you’re joking.”
I want to keep fucking around, but he’s clearly serious about this conversation so I suppress the urge.
“Yes, Walker, I’m joking.” I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle my laugh as I watch the color return to his face.
“Rule number two,” he continues, ignoring my comment. “The dynamic we have when we’re hooking up only exists in that moment. If I ask something of you, I expect you to do it without talking back. Save the sass for our normal interactions.”
I’ve read enough kinky romance to know what he means by this rule, and I’m curious to see how it will play out. Walker definitely gives off dominant vibes considering he’s gigantic, intimidating, and hard to read. But I’ve never seen myself as someone who submits like a well-trained animal. If he wants this version of me, I’m going to make him earn it.
“Sounds good,” I reply, tilting my head to give him better access to my neck. My breath catches when he briefly presses his lips against my skin.
“Rule three—”
“Rule three,” I interrupt, growing tired of this conversion. “No more rules. You’re overcomplicating this.”
Walker pulls back, eyes searching mine for a moment. “You sure about that? Because I can simplify everything down to one rule if this is too much for you.”
A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face.
“Oh?” I quirk my brow at him. “And what’s that?”
His hands resume their exploration, fingertips tracing up my thighs and shooting prickles of desire to the surface of my skin. “You listen to me.”
A loud noise that sounds like a single “ ha ” comes out of my mouth.
The balls on this man . . .
“And what kind of benefits do I get from following that rule?” I ask, rolling my hips to tease him the way he’s teasing me.
Walker inhales sharply, eyes narrowing in challenge. “My cock, for one.”
“Hmmm,” I muse, repeating the movement. “You think that’s enough to make me listen?”
His fingers pause and dig into the crease of my hips. A bullet of arousal shoots through me, like he just pressed a pleasure-filled button on my body that I didn’t know existed until he discovered it.
“Based on how your needy pussy is grinding against me, I’d say you already know the answer to that question.”
I want to tell him that he’s right. That even though his erection is contained by his jeans, I can feel that it’s not even remotely average. But I just can’t help myself from continuing to tease him.
“Even if I admit that you have an impressive dick, which I’m not doing by the way, I still have concerns. I assume that you’ve only slept with, what, one woman in your life? There’s no way you even know how to use that thing.”
Walker’s near-black eyes don’t flicker with emotion—he just stares at me, silently blinking for far too long. The only hint that he even heard me is the ripple of his jaw, like he’s trying hard to hold himself back.
“You think I don’t know how to use my fat cock?” he growls, voice deep and gritty. “You think I don’t know exactly how to hit that spot deep inside your pussy that no man has ever quite reached? That I won’t give you everything you need, and more?”
The intensity in his gaze makes my pulse thunder in my ears, reminding me of his natural dominance that I’ve been callously testing the limits of.
I swallow harshly, trying to push down the inexplicable unease coursing through my veins. Not because I’m scared, but because I believe every word that just came out of his mouth.
He leans in again, panting gruff, shallow breaths in my ear as his grip tightens on my hips. “My cock is going to wreck you, little devil. It’s going to tear you apart, inch by fucking inch. And that pain? It’s going to feel so goddamn good that you’ll get on your knees and beg for more.”
His threat sends a sharp pang of lust directly to my low belly, and I have to take several steadying breaths to regain my composure. I pull back and search his hooded eyes, finding no indication that he’s joking.
“Are you going to make me?” I taunt, biting back a smirk because I just can’t help myself .
“No,” he snarls, not even the slightest bit amused. “That’s not how this is going to work. You’re going to give in because you want to, without any sort of fight or pushback. The dynamic in our friendship is very different from what’s about to happen, and I need to know that you’re okay with it.”
He’s right—there’s nothing vanilla about what’s been simmering between us. This isn’t two of the unlikeliest of friends getting naked and fucking, it’s way more. I knew at the engagement party that if Walker and I ever got to this point, it would be different from every other hookup I’ve had. That it would be a complete test of my limits and my boundaries. Which is why I don’t hesitate for a second before I respond to him.
“Yes, Sir.”
His eyes flare with either pride or lust, as he lifts me off his lap in a swift motion and plants me on my feet in front of him.
“Get your ass to your room,” he grunts, gaze snagging on my half-parted lips. “And while we’re in there, make sure you remember rule two.”
I don’t want to listen, but my body has other ideas because my feet begin moving on their own accord, padding across the worn hardwood floors. Halfway across the kitchen, I finally remember my backbone and pause, glancing back at him.
“What was rule two again?” I ask sweetly, knowing what I’m about to say will drive the final nail in my coffin. “The one that says you like a finger in your butt?”
Before I even have a chance to let loose a giggle, Walker stands and crosses the room in two long strides, crowding me against the kitchen island. Our size difference was less overwhelming when we were on the couch, but now that he’s towering over me, that slight unease creeps back into my brain. He could break me so easily if he wanted to, and despite what I might admit to everyone else, I would happily let him.
His hand gently tilts my chin up to look at him, his touch surprisingly tender despite the brutal pressure of his hips forcing my back into the butcher-block countertop. It’s like he’s telling me that he’s about to be rough with me, yet there’s nothing but security and trust between us.
“I wonder,” he muses, his thumb lightly brushing across my upturned lower lip, “if you’ll have this much fun when I fuck the fight out of this bratty little mouth. You think you’ll be smiling then? When I own those filthy lips and watch them wrap around my thick cock?”
The intensity in his tone sends another thrill through me, and I lean into his touch despite the depravity of his words. I had no idea he had this in him, but I guess the old saying is true—the quietest ones are always the kinkiest.
“Probably,” I challenge, though the word comes out much more like a question than I intend.
Walker’s smile is slow and deliberate, like a predator sizing up its prey, and the way his gaze darkens makes a warm heat settle between my thighs. His hand shifts from my chin to the back of my neck, fingers curling into my hair possessively.
“Good.” He leans in, and his lips barely brush against mine, the contact so light it’s torturous. “Because that’s exactly what I intend to do.”
His words don’t scare me in the least—they excite me. There’s something about this side of Walker, this commanding presence that he hides under his usually stoic exterior, that ignites something naturally submissive within me. Like I respect him a little more knowing that he’s about to follow through with his promise.
He pulls back and his eyes scan my face like he’s searching for any sign of doubt or fear. Finding none, he nods, satisfied with my reaction. “Let’s go.”
He gestures his chin toward my bedroom door at the other side of the kitchen.
I turn, feeling his eyes on me as I walk. When I reach my room, I pause and lean against the closed door, waiting for him.
He strides toward me with measured steps, stopping close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his body.
“I know you have a hard time listening, little devil, but if you’ve heard anything at all that I’ve said tonight, it’s that you are actually the one in control here. You can stop this at any time. Consent between us is always fluid.”
“Got it. Don’t worry though, if there’s one thing you can count on, it’s that I’ll always use these filthy lips to tell you what I want. That was rule number one, no?”
“Something like that.” A hint of relief flickers across his face before it hardens again. “So you can listen. You just choose not to.”
I shrug my shoulders. “When what you’re saying is important.”
“What I say is always important,” he comments, his voice dropping to a huskier tone. “But tonight, I’m going to need you to listen to everything. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, my playfulness quickly shifting into something more serious, more eager.
“Good girl,” he coos, gesturing toward the bed. “Let’s see how this goes.”