Chapter 22
JAVIER
Control slipped through my grasp, one finger at a time. She was a drug I couldn’t shake, a force that pulled and pulled until I was barely balanced on the edge, trying not to fall.
I had tried to resist her once before. It had left me sleepless, angry, and teetering on the edge of losing my mind. I wasn’t going to make the same mistake again.
The car barely came to a stop before I bolted out, my pulse hammering in my chest. The elevator doors were just starting to close when I reached them, shoving my hand in the gap to force them open. She stood there, her eyes widening, her lips parting in surprise, and that was it. My restraint snapped.
I stepped inside, letting the doors slide shut behind me, closing us into the quiet hum of the elevator.
“Javier—”
Her words died on her lips as I closed the gap between us, cupping her face with both hands. My mouth claimed hers with the kind of desperation I could no longer hold back. Her gasp was all the permission I needed.
She kissed me back with just as much heat, her arms snaking around my neck, pulling me closer. The scent of her—sweet and a little wild—wrapped around me like a drug, and I was already addicted. My hands slid down to her waist, gripping her firmly as I pressed her against the cool metal wall.
By the time we stumbled into her apartment, my pulse was a drumbeat in my ears, and my self-control was long gone. The door clicked shut behind us, and I had her pinned against it in an instant, my lips tracing a fiery path down her neck.
“Where’s your roommate?” I murmured; my voice rough against her skin.
“Out,” she gasped as I found the curve of her shoulder, biting down just enough to make her moan.
“Good,” I smirked, soothing the spot with my tongue before lifting her off the ground. Her legs wrapped around my waist like she was made for me, her fingers threading through my hair as I kissed her again, deep and possessive.
“I won’t have to hold back, then,” I growled, my voice heavy with promise.
Her breath hitched as I carried her down the hall, our mouths tangling, our need for each other obliterating everything else.
I let her down in her room, the soft sound of her bare feet on the floor a stark contrast to the pounding in my chest. I walked to the chair in the corner, sat down, and stretched my legs out like I owned the place.
“Strip,” I commanded. The way her eyes lit with a rush of excitement drove a sharp thrill through me—I fucking loved that look, the way she responded to my every word.
She tilted her head slightly, teasing, testing, and then slowly tugged her shirt over her head. My breath hitched at the sight of her red lace bra, sheer enough to leave nothing to the imagination. The cool air played against her skin, hardening her nipples, and making them press against the fabric. My jaw clenched, and I gripped the armrests, fighting the urge to end this game and take her right then and there.
Her skirt followed next, sliding over her hips with an agonizing slowness that had my blood roaring. She let it pool at her feet, standing there like a goddess—bare, bold, and completely mine to devour.
I took my time, pacing toward her, my eyes raking over her like I was starving, and she was my only salvation. Every inch of her was a masterpiece—the way the lace hugged her curves, the shimmer of arousal on her thighs, the subtle tremor in her breath. My cock throbbed painfully against my pants, but I wasn’t done torturing myself yet.
I circled her, close enough to feel her heat but not touching. I wanted her squirming, wanted her begging for me to close the gap. She shivered as my gaze lingered on her, and I let my fingers ghost over her arm—light, teasing, deliberate.
Then I saw it. A small pink pouch sitting innocently on her bedside table.
A slow smirk spread across my lips as I picked it up. Her cheeks flushed instantly, the faintest gasp escaping her lips when I slid the vibrator out of the bag.
She went still as I stepped behind her, so close I could feel the warmth radiating from her body. I didn’t touch her—not yet. The tension was thick, like an electric charge humming between us, and I wanted her to feel every second of it.
“Who do you think of when you use this?” I asked as I pressed the vibrator lightly against her back and dragged it slowly down toward her stomach.
Her breath hitched. “You,” she whispered, her voice trembling and full of need.
My cock twitched painfully at the thought, my mind conjuring the image of her lying in bed, her lips parted, her body writhing as she touched herself.
“What do you think of me doing?” I murmured, slipping the vibrator beneath the waistband of her panties. She gasped, her body jerking at the sudden contact.
I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear. “Answer me,” I growled, pressing the device against her clit while my other hand gripped her hip, pulling her back so she could feel the hard line of my cock against her ass.
Her moan was a broken, desperate sound. “I think of you… ramming your cock into me. Over and over,” she gasped, her voice shaky and raw. “Until I can’t feel anything but you.”
My lips curved into a dark smile. God, she was perfect. I pulled back, leaving her panting.
I moved around to face her, my eyes locked on hers as I stopped just out of her reach. “On your knees,” I commanded.
Her gaze didn’t waver. If anything, the fire in her eyes burned brighter as she sank to the floor without hesitation, her body language defiant and utterly submissive all at once.
I turned the vibrator on, the faint buzz cutting through the charged silence. Her sharp inhale sent a jolt of possessive pride through me. I owned this moment, every reaction, every gasp—it was all mine.
Unbuckling my belt with slowness, I let her watch, her lips parting slightly as she anticipated what was coming. I let the silence stretch, and let the tension coil tighter.
“Crawl to me.”
The words fell from my lips, and she obeyed instantly, the sight of her inching toward me sending a surge of heat straight through me. My cock throbbed, painfully hard, as her hands reached for me, and her mouth closed around the tip.
Her lips were hot, her touch soft but confident, and the pleasure was immediate, sharp, all-consuming. My hands fisted in her hair, and a low growl escaped my throat as she took more of me in, her movements designed to drive me insane.
“Good girl,” I rasped.
Her mouth moved slowly, taking me in deeper, and I had to grit my teeth against the feeling of her hot damp mouth around my cock.
“I don’t like being teased, Renée,” I growled, threading my fingers through her hair, guiding her with a gentle pull, pushing myself deeper, savoring her heat around me. She gripped my thighs, her touch desperate, her desire clear in the way she took me, her need to please, her need to push herself to the edge in tandem with my control.
“Fuck,” I hissed through clenched teeth. Her moans, muffled and needy, only fueled the urge building inside me. I turned up the speed of the vibrator, her gasp vibrating against me as she fought to keep her composure, to obey despite the pulsing waves of pleasure.
“Don’t cum unless I tell you to,” I warned. She held my gaze, lips trembling with the effort, and that look sent a thrill through me, seeing her on the verge, fighting to hold herself back just as I demanded.
I let her continue, her mouth moving eagerly, her hands trembling as she held herself together. The sight was intoxicating.
I pulled myself out of her mouth only long enough to meet her gaze, taking in her glistening lips and flushed cheeks before pulling her back onto me. Each thrust of my hips pushed her to her limits, her moans growing louder, vibrating through me. Her tongue licked along my shaft, slick and warm, pushing me further into the blissful haze. I watched as she plunged her fingers into her wet folds, desperate for release.
I moved her hand from my thigh, guiding her fingers around her throat, holding her there with a soft pressure.
“Feel that?” I murmured, thrusting deeper, my words a growl that escaped in ragged breaths. “Feel how my cock is fucking your throat?” Her eyes met mine, her lashes fluttering as tears glistened down her cheeks.
“Look at me.” My voice was hoarse, I was so damn close. Her gaze was glazed with need, and I felt her tension reaching its peak.
“Cum for me.” I let the command fall softly, and her scream, muffled against my cock, pushed me over the edge.
I came hard, pulsing into her mouth as she took every bit of me, her lips never letting a drop escape. The sight of her, the way she savored me, pushed every last shred of control out of my mind.
I pulled her up, fingers curling under her chin, and claimed her mouth with a fierce kiss. Between breaths, I murmured, “There’s something dangerous about you that pulls at me—like the tide drawn to the moon. No matter how hard I try, I can’t resist it.”
A slow, wicked smile curved her lips, and before I could react, she kissed me—hard, deep, demanding. Her hands pressed against my chest, pushing me back until I landed in the chair. She broke the kiss and stood over me, her eyes blazing with intent.
“You had your fun,” she said. “Now it’s my turn.”
My cock throbbed at her words, fully hard. She climbed onto my lap, straddling me, and her fingers worked the buttons of my shirt with practiced ease. I groaned as her hips pressed into mine, her warmth and wetness soaking through the thin fabric separating us.
She kissed along my jaw, down my neck. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, couldn’t stop my hands from sliding up her back, finding the clasp of her bra and tearing it apart.
“Hey!” she protested, pulling back with a glare. “That was expensive.”
“I’ll buy you a pair in every damn color, sweetheart,” I growled, grabbing her face and kissing her again, hard and unapologetic.
She pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her lips, and slid my shirt off my shoulders. Her eyes roamed over my chest, stopping when they caught the small crown inked onto my neck.
Her fingers grazed over it softly, almost reverently. “Is this new?”
I nodded.
Her lips twitched with a smile. “You got it for me, didn’t you?”
“No,” I lied without hesitation, but the corner of my mouth betrayed me.
“Liar,” she murmured, leaning down to kiss the tattoo, her lips lingering there, driving me insane. Her hips shifted, grinding against me, her damp pussy dragging over my cock in a torturous rhythm.
She was teasing me, and I was barely holding on. My hands gripped her hips, pulling her down harder against me, grinding back until she moaned, the sound shot straight to my core.
“So desperate,” she gasped, her voice laced with a smug tease as she continued the slow grind. “You want me that bad?”
“Let me show you,” I growled, my hands moving to tear her panties off, but she caught my wrists.
“I said it’s my turn, Mr. Densmore,” she smirked.
I watched, breathless, as she lifted her hips, pulled out the vibrator, sliding her soaked panties to the side, revealing her glistening pussy. My cock twitched violently as she gripped me, her hand stroking me with an agonizing slowness before she lined herself up.
And then she sank down.
I groaned, my head falling back against the chair as her tight heat enveloped me inch by inch. My hands itched to grab her, to take over, but I didn’t move, letting her take what she wanted.
Renée moaned, her head thrown back, her nails digging into my chest.
The moment she started to move, my breath hitched. Her hips rolled, rising and falling over me in a slow rhythm that had my heart pounding in my ears. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Her head tipped back, her face a picture of pure bliss. Every bounce of her hips sent her breasts moving in perfect sync, teasing me mercilessly.
She quickened her pace, her nails biting into my skin as her pleasure built. I felt her tighten around me, and that was it—I snapped.
Sitting upright, I wrapped my arm around her back, pulling her flush against me as I drove my hips upward, slamming into her hard and deep. Her cry of release tore through the room as she shattered, her orgasm pulsing around me, soaking me in her heat. But I wasn’t done—not even close.
Before she could recover, I reached between us and pressed the vibrator to her clit, flicking it on. Her gasp turned into a strangled moan as I kept thrusting, each movement hard and relentless. Her nails raked down my back, her body trembling with every thrust.
Her moans filled the room, a melody of raw desire and desperation. My lips found her nipple, and I bit down just enough to send her over the edge again. She convulsed against me, crying out as her second orgasm hit, harder than the first.
“Javier!” she screamed, her voice breaking as her body shook violently against mine. Her cries turned into a mix of moans and pleas as I slammed into her, the vibrations from the toy driving her insane.
I let go of her nipple, crashing my lips against hers, swallowing her screams as her walls clenched around me for the third time. The feeling was too much—her body, the vibrator, her heat wrapping around me.
Two more thrusts and I lost control. My release surged through me as I drove into her, deeper, harder, until every last drop spilled inside her. She collapsed against me, her body trembling, both of us panting, chests heaving in the aftermath.
I held her there, buried so deep inside her I didn’t want to move. But then I felt it—the way her body clenched around me again. She moaned softly, her nails pressing into my back as I hardened inside her once more.
Without a word, I lifted her, carried her to the bed, and laid us down. Her legs wrapped around me instinctively as I tore her panties away, my cock slipping back inside her wet heat in one swift motion.
“Fuck,” she cursed, her fingers clutching the sheets as I thrust into her again, slow and deliberate, making her feel every inch.
I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear as I growled, “I told you.” Thrust . “I keep every.” Thrust . “Fucking.” Thrust . “Promise.” Thrust . “I make.”
And then I made sure she’d remember it. Every. Single. Second.