Chapter 25 #2
"Christian…" My voice was raw and hoarse, which granted me his eyes and several soft kisses before he smiled and slid his fingers out of me. He stood and gripped my chin. His hold was firm when he tilted my face up to meet his.
"Color, Angel?"
I narrowed my eyes and he grinned and leaned in close enough to run his tongue over my lips before he kissed me. It was messy and rough while his tongue moved in sync with mine. I could taste myself and it had me leaking again because of the memories of his mouth on me.
"Color?" His eyes locked onto my face and I smiled.
"Green, Sir."
"You sure?"
I nodded and he arched his brow, demanding that I use my words. "Yes, Sir. Definitely green."
He nodded and I had his light touch again, gliding over my pussy and dipping lower to the beads. He tugged and one came out before he pushed it back in, repeating the motion several more times.
"Are you ready for me here ?"
I smiled and let my tongue brush over my lips before I answered. "Yes, Sir."
Something in his eyes shifted and the sexy way he smiled made my stomach tense but I moaned when he tugged at the beads again and slowly pulled them free.
He stepped back, turned to the stand, and lifted the vibrator.
I felt a rush of heat push through my body while I watched him squeeze lube along the length and spread it evenly with two fingers.
When he turned it on and touched my clit, my body jerked and grew taut when he dragged it down my slit.
The vibration pressed against my pussy for a minute before he let it dip lower and further back.
Two fingers eased back inside of me and I groaned, still sensitive from my last orgasm, but my focus was on the pressure that followed.
He pushed the vibrator into me, a little at a time while he kept gently thrusting his fingers into my pussy.
I tensed and swallowed thickly. The vibrator was much wider than the beads, so I was feeling stretched again.
"Color, Angel."
"Green, Sir."
He pushed harder and the pressure from both angles had my stomach clenching again.
Christian kept his eyes on me while he worked the vibrator in and out, slowly moving it deeper each time he returned.
His fingers combined with the slow thrusts while he moved his thumb over my clit was intense.
I was climbing already and this shit didn't make any sense.
How am I about to cum again…
"Use your colors. If it's too much."
I nodded, then smiled. "It's not enough. More… please, Sir ."
His eyes narrowed and his fingers thrust in me deeper at the same time the vibrator eased in more. My body clamped down tightly while he found his rhythm fucking my pussy and ass.
Oh God, this felt so damn good…
"Are you ready for me?" He eased his fingers out and I groaned but he pushed the vibrator in more.
"Yes, please, I'm ready…Sir." My eyes locked on his and he nodded. The vibrator was gone and I no longer had it nor his fingers, which made me feel empty. My walls clenched around nothing, making me groan in annoyance.
When he placed it on the stand I watched through half-lidded eyes while he gripped his thick, long dick and stroked it slowly. My pussy clenched again at the visual, of this mans dick, thick and heavy against his palm. My entire body tightened in anticipation.
He eased into me, slow and patient while I moaned deep in the back of my throat.
Christian’s dick had more girth than the beads and vibrator, so I felt every inch.
My head dropped back. My breath became more labored until his mouth was on my nipple again.
He sucked slow and hard while he eased out and pushed back in, stretching me more.
Each stroke was steady and controlled, like he wanted to make sure I was good.
But after a few deep plunges, he began to rock into me with long thrusts landing deep, making me feel overwhelmed, over and over again.
"Fuck…" I mumbled then sucked in a deep breath. "More, please..."
He picked up the pace, thrusting deeper, and my body tensed and shook with every thrust before another orgasm crashed through me, wild and fast. After several more deep thrusts, he groaned through his own release.
My walls tensed while his dick pulsed and throbbed, spilling inside of me.
The pressure and the fullness made me ache in the most delicious way.
Christian eased out of me and began releasing me from the restraints.
First my arms, then my legs ,which he wrapped around his waist and hooked one arm under to hold me up.
I was grateful because I was more than willing to bet my limbs were useless after the past hour of being spread wide.
I shook as he carried me to the shower and turned on the water, which came out in a hot steamy spray that felt like heaven.
He eventually let me slide down his body until my feet met the tiled floor but he kept his arm around me and moved his hands over my body while I leaned into his chest, enjoying the closeness and comfort of his solid frame.
I closed my eyes and focused on the softness of the washcloth gliding over my skin, covering every inch with the silky suds before he sat and brought me down onto his lap and began moving his fingers and palms over my wrists, arms, thighs, and shoulders, working the tension and soreness away.
He was quiet through the entire process, but I felt him all over, so there was no need for words.
I leaned into his chest until he was done and shut off the water, then he lifted me and walked us out the shower.
He draped a towel over me before we were moving again, out of the playroom and down the hall to his room.
Christian sat me on the edge of the bed where he dried every inch of me then yanked the covers back.
"Come on."
My eyelids were heavy and my limbs felt weighted but I crawled across the bed and climbed in.
I briefly caught him drying off before I felt the bed dip then the warmth of his muscled frame wrapped around me.
One of his legs slid between mine, a hand rested flat against my stomach with the other tucked under the pillow.
I sighed in contentment right before I felt his lips on my shoulder and the vibration of his voice telling me something I couldn't fully process because I was too damn exhausted to try.
Two weeks later I was looking at a six-foot moving truck with my stuff packed in the back.
I’d casually mentioned taking a trip back to New York to get a few more things and the next morning Christian asked if I would be okay with a moving service packing up my belongings to bring here to Crescent Falls.
I argued that I needed to be there but my sister stepped in to supervise for me if I agreed to let her live in my brownstone until she figured out a place of her own.
She and Alex both still lived at our family home.
Now that our father was gone, she had the courage to move out and start figuring out what her life looked like without his constant pressure to be a business bargaining tool.
I also considered the fact that I’d left her and Alex and living at my place allowed her to be closer to me in a small way.
"You can take those boxes upstairs to the bedroom." I motioned to Miles who was carrying a stack of my shoe boxes through the front door.
"All of them?" Miles grunted, shifting them in his arms and working on what was easily his tenth trip from the truck to the bedroom.
"Yep, all of them."
He shot me an annoyed look but I grinned and shrugged. After all of the times he refused to give me any information about Christian, claiming he was just the driver, this was a payback.
"You better watch your back. You've been bossing that man around for the past hour." My sister sounded amused and I rolled my eyes.
"He deserves it."
"What does he look like? I can fly out to make him feel better."
"No the hell you can't."
I saw Miles out the corner of my eye and did a head to toe analysis. Val would love him—tall, bulky, chocolate skin and a beard—but yeah no. Not making that love connection.
"Why not?"
"Because he works for Christian, and if that were to happen and things went south, I'm stuck playing peacekeeper when you come visit."
"Fair enough… You want me to come visit?"
I leaned against the wall. "Oh course. Don't ask stupid questions. I want you to come see the project and me . I'm going to miss you. You'll like it here."
"I might like it even more if that man is sexy."
"Val…" I groaned and she laughed.
"I'm joking, but I can't believe you really moved there."
"Don't make me sad." I pouted.
"I'm not but you really are gone. This feels weird."
"I know. I'll have to get used to this."
"Yeah, me too."
I heard the shift in her voice and knew she was processing what this really meant.
"But being here feels right, so I hope you don't hate me."
"Girl…" she sang, and I pictured her rolling her eyes. It made me smile. "I can hear it in your voice. You're in a good space and I love that for you, Scot. I really do. I'm going to miss you like crazy but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate that you really are in a good place."
I grinned and dropped my eyes, walking to the door just in time to dodge Miles with another armful of boxes.
"I really am."
Miles paused at the steps and glared at me. "How many damn shoes do you have? There are at least twenty more boxes out there of just shoes."
"A lot." I shrugged and he grunted something before climbing the stairs.
"I can help if you want."
He gave me a death glare over his shoulder. "Are you trying to get me fired? The fuck? I knew you didn't like me but I didn't think it ran that deep."
I barked a laugh. Christian wouldn’t fire him if I helped but he wouldn't be happy. The only reason Miles was moving boxes was so I wouldn't do it before Christian got home. When he came back down the stairs, I smiled sweetly.
"I don't hate you."