18. Louise
Chapter 18
Louise
I stand with my arms loosely by my sides while Draven slowly peels off my clothes. In a strange turn of events, the quick fuck has taken a weight off my shoulders, leaving me feeling freer. Both of us needed the brutal, fast, almost painful union as a way to lay to rest the ghosts of our past and the conflict of the present, but if the expression on his face is anything to go by, the next time will be a slower affair.
He strips off his own clothes, giving me the first proper look at his body. Damn, the man has muscles on top of muscles. The tips of my fingers tingle, desperate to explore every single inch. And the tattoos… gah. I want to trace the outline of each one with my tongue.
“Turn around,” Draven demands.
I obey instantly, my heart thudding with anticipation. He places the flat of his palm against my upper back.
“Bend over.”
Oh, God.
He covers me with his body, bites down hard on my earlobe, then slips two fingers deep inside my pussy. “Fuck, you’re soaked, and not just because you’re filled with my cum. Do you like it rough, Lola? Is that what turns you on?”
Instead of answering with words, I groan, my body reacting hungrily to his touch. All the pent-up grief from losing Kiera spills out into an urgent demand for release—the kind of release Draven freely offers.
I thrust back my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock.
“Not tonight, Lola,” he says, his breath warm against the back of my neck. “Although I appreciate the offer.”
My skin heats from his inference. “I didn’t mean?—”
“Sure you did. You’re the type of girl who always says what they mean, even if it’s a non-verbal cue. Don’t worry. You’ll get your wish, but not tonight.”
I moan as he curves his fingers, scraping along the front wall of my vagina, causing my body to buck and tremble. He snakes a hand around my throat, applying pressure until I stand with my back flush to his front.
“I’ve had a taste of your tight little pussy, but it’s nowhere near enough. I hope you don’t need sleep, because I’m going to take hours exploring every single inch of you.” He withdraws his fingers and shoves them into my mouth. “Suck them clean.”
Another soft moan echoes in my throat as I swirl my tongue around his fingers. It’s a first for me to taste myself, but instead of being repulsed like I thought I would be, my arousal spirals.
He buries his fingers inside me once more, and I shake and quiver, my thighs trembling. I’m close. So close.
“Yeah, you are,” he growls.
I said that out loud? I don’t even remember. I’m too lost in the moment, too filled with lust to even know what I’m saying. Draven presses his thumb down hard on my clit, and I shudder, explode, and clamp around his fingers. He tightens his hand around my throat, forcing me to take shallow, gasping breaths. The lack of oxygen makes my climax go on and on until my knees buckle. I’ve never experienced anything like it. The depravity, the savagery, the ecstasy. I shouldn’t like this. And I don’t. I fucking love it.
He tenses his arm around my midriff, holding me upright. “That’s two,” he rasps against the shell of my ear. Pushing my torso onto the mattress once more, he urges my legs apart, grips my hips, and forces me up onto my tiptoes, thrusting forward with a grunt. I gasp, the second time no easier than the first. He stills, running his hand down my spine in long, leisurely strokes.
“Breathe. You’ve got this.”
Gradually, my pussy accommodates his size, stretching around him. He must sense it because he pulls out to the tip before shoving forward again. This time, though, he doesn’t stop. He pounds into me, his balls slapping against my ass, his harsh breaths shallow and rapid.
This angle severely impacts my ability to control anything, forcing me into being nothing more than a passenger on the freight train. When I try to slow things down, he simply increases the pressure on my hips, lifts me even higher until my feet are almost off the floor, and goes faster. Panting, I fist the sheets, the now familiar swell coiling within me.
“God, not again,” I groan.
My body refuses to listen to my plea for mercy as another mind-shattering orgasm tears through me. White dots develop before my eyes, and I ram them shut. There’s more of them now, like my own personal meteor shower. Draven maintains his pace, driving his cock deeper within me. Good God, the man has stamina.
Unbelievably, I feel another imminent climax burgeoning. “I can’t,” I moan. “Please, I can’t.”
“Yes, you fucking can.”
Draven releases one of my hips, reaches around my front, and pinches my clit so hard I cry out in pain.
But the pleasure. Oh, God, the pleasure. There are no gentle waves lapping on the shore, only a great tsunami that destroys everything in its path.
Draven grunts and mutters, “Fuck,” and thrusts once more, then stills, emptying inside me. A few seconds later, he lowers me to the floor, then spins me in his arms until we’re face to face.
“Four,” he says, bending to kiss me. His lips move slowly, almost lazily over mine. The change of pace is welcome, giving my heartbeat a chance to return to a more normal rhythm.
He leans into me and bends me backward until I find myself lying on top of the bed. He crawls after me, kissing my throat, his mouth pausing at the pulse beating over my carotid artery.
“We didn’t use a condom.”
Draven lifts his head, his expression unconcerned. “Are you worried?”
His relaxed attitude gives me pause for thought. “Well, I take birth control, but that’s not the only concern, is it?”
A smile tugs at his lips. He rolls to the side and raises himself up on his elbow. The tips of his fingers skim my waist. “Is that your way of telling me you sleep around?”
I shove at him. “Asshole. I’m serious, Draven.”
He picks up a lock of my hair, allowing it to slip through his fingers. “I get tested regularly. And besides, I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom. Ever. Does that answer your question?”
My mouth pops open. “You’re kidding, right?”
Tugging on my earlobe, he gives a crooked smile. “Nope.”
“Then, what happened today?”
He hitches his left shoulder. “You happened, Lola. You drove me to the edge, and I just didn’t care.” He bends his head, briefly kissing me. “I know I was rough, but you didn’t seem to mind.”
If he’d asked me before we slept together, I’d have probably told him to go easy, especially with his size. But I’m glad he didn’t. I discovered something new about myself tonight, and I wouldn’t have if he’d held back.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
He frowns, his eyes darkening as they rove over my face. “What are you sorry for?”
I sigh. “Where do I begin? For not reaching out after Kiera died when it was clearly my move to make after the way I dismissed you at the hospital. For even momentarily blaming you when you were the one who saved her, who allowed her to die a free woman.” I rub my chest in an effort to relieve the ache there. “But mostly, for what happened eight years ago. I went about things the wrong way. I should have talked to you first, but I was young and inexperienced, and you intimidated me back then.”
He clasps my chin, tilting my head toward his. “What changed?” he asks, a hint of a grin touching his lips. “’Cause I sure as hell don’t intimidate you now.”
“How do you know that?”
He snorts. “Come on. If you were in any way daunted by me, you wouldn’t flay me with that tongue of yours every five goddamn minutes.” His eyes travel slowly over my body, eventually lifting to my face. “Newsflash, sweetcheeks. I’ve got much better uses for your tongue.”
I roll my eyes. “I’m trying to apologize here.”
“You can apologize by sucking my dick.”
“Jesus, Draven.” I start to laugh at his blunt comment. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Woman, I can’t be any more direct.”
He grips his semi-hard length and strokes up and down. I swallow, my stomach twisting as primitive need races through my veins. Damn. What’s wrong with me? Aren’t four orgasms enough? Especially considering that’s three more than I’ve had in over a year… apart from those self-administered, which everyone knows don’t count.
Maybe Kiera’s death has made me want to take risks and behave recklessly. To live life to the fullest and damn the consequences, because who knows what bumps in the road lie ahead. And what better man to act precipitously with than Draven? He invented risk taking.
I cover his hand with my own, following the firmness of his grip, the speed he strokes, trying to get the measure of how he likes it. Shuffling down the bed, I lick the dark red tip with the flat of my tongue, my eyes locked on his. His Adam’s apple bobs, the veins in his neck taut as he slides his hand from beneath mine, leaving me to go solo. Lacing his fingers together, he raises them to cup the back of his head.
Opening my mouth, I cover the head, taking him as deeply as I can. Before I even get him halfway in, he hits the back of my throat, and I gag.
“Relax your throat,” Draven demands, threading his hands through my hair.
How the hell do I do that?
He shifts his hips and alters the angle of my head, taking control of the speed and the depth. Gradually, I adjust to his size, hollowing my cheeks and sucking as hard as I dare. Draven’s fingers tighten in my hair, and he thrusts his hips upward.
“Jesus, yeah, just like that,” he groans.
Emboldened by his enthusiastic response, I take him deeper and look up at him. His jaw is clenched, and he’s fisting the sheets, but his eyes are open, watching my every move.
If my mouth wasn’t full, I’d smile.
I cup his balls and gently squeeze.
He explodes, his cum flooding onto my tongue. I gulp and swallow, but he keeps coming and coming, and I try to swallow it all, failing as it dribbles down my chin. Considering that’s his third orgasm in a row, he’s either been holding back before, or the man has superpowers.
I release his dick with a pop before wiping my chin on the sheets. “That’s three,” I say with a grin.
A laugh rumbles through his chest. He hooks his arms underneath me and lays me flat on top of him, tenderly kissing my temple.
“Y’know, Lola, after that performance, I might just keep you.”