12. Eleven
Eleven
Kayleigh
H o-ly shit. Am I dreaming? I have to be dreaming; there’s no way this is really happening. I reach over and pinch myself.
Ouch.
Nope, not a dream.
“What the hell are you doing?” Erik says, pulling my hand away from my arm and looking at me like I’ve lost my damn mind. And maybe I have.
“Making sure I wasn’t dreaming,” I snipe back.
“You definitely are not dreaming and don’t do that again. Answer the question, Kayleigh,” he says as his lips leave hot little kisses on my neck. I gulp trying to find my tongue. But all I can do is nod, wanting nothing more than to have him do everything he says he wants to. Good God, I want…no, I need it.
“Give me the words.” His words vibrate against my skin, sending a very pleasurable shiver down my spine.
“Please…fuck….” The plea starts to leave my lips as he bites down on my earlobe.
“I need you… Please.” Saying the words is a lot harder than it should be as he continues his hot, erotic assault.
He makes a hum of approval. “You beg so prettily. I can’t wait to see you in front of me, on your knees, begging for my cock.” I can feel his devilish grin.
I shouldn’t be so fucking turned on.
“Hmm, does my seamrag bheag like the idea of being my dirty girl on her knees for me?”
“Y...yes,” I whisper with lust and embarrassment. My cheeks heat up as my body begs for him to do more, to say more.
“I know you do, and another time I will have you on your knees with my cock stuffed in your mouth.” One of his hands goes to the back of my hair as he pulls it so that we lock eyes.
“You keep your eyes on me, and if it gets to be too much, tell me. So, help me god, if you don’t, you won’t like the punishment you will get.” He does this groan thing that just makes his threat that much hotter. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I plead with my eyes, begging him to take it further, to finally shut up and give me what he’s promised.
“I mean it, Kayleigh.” His voice resonates with sincerity.
“I promise.” I attempt to nod, but the grip he has on my hair keeps me from doing it.
“Good girl,” he growls, sucking my earlobe between his teeth.
He pulls me closer, wrapping his arm around my body until we’re chest to chest. I push up toward him, trying to make our lips touch. I want to feel every inch of him against me. There’s a need between us, one I can’t wait to have satisfied by feeling him deep inside me. Erik brings his mouth down and closes it over mine, gently pushing me down on the bed, covering my body with his.
His tongue caresses mine; his hands cup my face. The way he holds me…this feels like more than fucking. Could he? No, there is no way he cares for me that much.
Thinking about something so impossible isn’t in the cards for me, especially when this is all over and our reality comes crashing down. He won’t admit what this is turning into. He says he just wants more than a fuck, and the way he makes me feel tells the same story, but I know it will never be. His teeth tug at my bottom lip, pulling a moan from the back of my throat. My nails dig into his back, pulling him closer to me as I wrap my legs around his hips.
“Slow down,” he says as he nuzzles his face against the column of my neck.
“I need you,” I moan. I need him to sink his cock inside me and fuck me better than anything I have ever felt.
“I know you do, seamrag bheag, but I am taking my time with you. I’m going to erase those painful memories. After today, when you think of sex, you will think of my cock and how much pleasure I gave you. And how much you will be begging for it all day and every day.” He’s purring words that he shouldn’t, words that mean this is more than just fucking.
I watch as each piece of clothing on his body disappears, getting tossed away like yesterday’s lunch. I chuckle at the thought, but it turns into a needy moan when he grabs the top of my shirt and rips it down the middle. He yanks on the cups of my bra, freeing my breasts he leans down, wrapping his lips around one of my nipples. The flick of his tongue on my sensitive peak gives me pleasure I didn’t know was possible. Who knew you could feel this good by having your nipple sucked on?
I dig my fingers into his hair, holding his head to me. “Mhm.” His other hand pulls my hip up; his hard cock nuzzles against my folds. I try to buck my hips so I can get closer to him. When the tip of his cock grazes my clit through my panties, I feel how slick I am. Without a doubt, I know that I’m going to be making a mess all over him, and I can’t fucking wait.
Erik continues to give my nipple attention as he sucks and swirls around it with his tongue. I lift my hips up, needing more, but he holds me in place, keeping me from that sweet, sweet music that we’re about to make. There’s one thing I know I need, and Erik the fucking dickhead is keeping me from getting some dick…head. Dammit, I wish he’d just push into me.
“Erik…please.”
I feel his chest bounce from trying to cover his laugh, but I’m not dumb. He’s enjoying this bullshit. He still isn’t moving his mouth off me, and the vibration is like a shock between my legs. Erik keeps the torture up as his tongue swipes over my nipple again and again.
I moan and grip onto his hair tighter, wishing like hell he’d just get on with the fucking part of this. He does it again, and I can’t help but hump him like a bitch in heat. Thankfully he moves his hand from my hip. He rips my thong off, tossing the scraps to the side as if he paid for those. When he places his hand over my mound, I moan from the pressure and his thumb starts gently rubbing circles on my clit.
“Yes,” I hiss between my teeth. Erik finally starts moving away from my nipple, working his way up my body until he captures my lips with his. His other hand grabs onto my ass, pulling me closer to him, the two of us lost in the moment and the feeling of our hands on each other.
“I wanted to devour your pussy, but I fucking need you,” he pants as he pulls his mouth off me. The look in his eyes is dangerous, the kind that most women run from. The kind that I should run from. But this is where I belong now.
“Then take me. You say I’m your queen. So take me and make me yours.” I watch as his final bit of control snaps. He grabs his cock, placing it at my entrance before he slides himself in. I gasp as I feel each of his piercings slide inside me, hitting me in ways that shouldn’t be allowed. This kind of feeling should be banned in all countries far and wide. A moan escapes my lips as he sinks deep inside me.
“Eyes on me, seamrag bheag.”
And I do, I force myself not to close my eyes even though they want to roll into the back of my head.
“Such a good girl. Look at you. Your tight pussy is taking every inch I give you.” He pulls back, nearly removing himself altogether. Fuck, his cock might be too big. I knew it was big but to actually feel that inside me is completely different.
I suppose I’m the lucky one in this particular moment. He’s got a showstopping cock with piercings, and he knows how to use it. Total fucking package compared to others. I am so caught up in thinking about how good he feels, and how he said ‘he’s never had any complaints before’ that when his hand wraps around my throat, I gasp in shock, my eyes nearly popping out of my head.
“You focus on me and what I’m doing to your body,” he says as he slams himself inside, hitting me so fucking deep that it rips a scream out of me. “That’s right, seamrag bheag.” He pulls out of me completely and I take a ragged breath, barely hanging on as his grip around my throat tightens. “Scream louder.” He thrusts into me, and I can’t help but do what he says as I feel my entire being explode from within. White fireworks erupt behind my eyelids. “Open your eyes,” he commands, fucking me so hard into the mattress that I fear I may never find my way out.
Each thrust sends me further into oblivion until there’s a tightening deep in my core, one itching to climb free. I dig my nails into his skin, pushing my head back into the mattress as my back starts to arch. I’m going to come undone in three….two…. another scream finds its way out of me as my entire body shakes from the overwhelming sensations that are Erik and my fucking orgasm. He thrusts again and again, and his name leaves my lips like a prayer until he stills deep inside me. And in that exact moment, everything freezes in time.
There is no one but us.
Nothing but us.
This isn’t just a fuck.
This is so much more.
I wake up with my chest feeling clammy and between my legs is damp. Why am I so hot?
I open my eyes and see that I am lying on a bare chest. My gaze moves further up, and I see Erik on his phone. Why am I laying on his chest… oh shit. We had sex.
Really fucking hot, earth-shattering sex.
But now what? Does he still want me even though he got what he wanted? Is he going to send me away now that he did?
I guess me shifting my weight around has pulled his attention away from his phone. He looks at me while ending his call.
“How are you feeling, seamrag bheag?”
“Fine,” I say staring at his chest and trying to keep my emotions out of it. He pinches my chin between his fingers and raises my eyes to his.
“Want to say that again and maybe make it believable?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about.”
He shakes his head, stands up, and before I can say anything else, he picks me up.
“W-what? Erik! Put me down.”
He just ignores me and walks into the bathroom. I wince from the tenderness between my legs and the cold that seeps into my naked skin when he sets me down on the counter. I watch in silence for a moment as he turns on the tub, adding bath salts to the water. Erik sticks his hand in, checking the temperature before turning back to me with a smile.
“Come on, bana-phrionnsa,”he says before he lifts me up and gently sets me in the middle of the tub. Then he steps in behind me and sits down. He kisses the back of my head and gently coos to me, “Relax. I just want you in my arms while you soak to help soothe your sore muscles.”
I go to protest, but he cuts me off. “I know you are sore—I saw the way you winced when I sat you down—but I am going to take care of you,” he says, giving the top of my head a kiss. As much as I want to protest, I can’t help but slump in his arms as his hands start to massage my hips.
“Mhm,” I moan as I close my eyes, getting lost in the feel of his hands.
“That’s it. Relax and let me take care of you.” I completely loosen my muscles and turn my mind off, despite trying to tell myself I shouldn’t. Which is my usual knee-jerk response when I feel myself starting to trust anyone. I’m just so conflicted with him. I know I will be physically safe with Erik, but I can’t trust him with my heart.
I will never trust another man with my heart.