Chapter 15 #4
Crying out, my fingers grasp for something to hold onto. My hands grip onto his lats, my nails digging in as my walls stretch around the very welcome intrusion.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” I chant, trying to keep myself together because that curve? It’s going to fucking ruin me.
“Look at my little brat, can’t even think straight now that I have her pinned under me,” I can hear him mumbling. Ty pulls out slowly and sinks back into me.
“Ty,” I groan. My entire body feels like I can’t stop shifting, scrambling, trying to get closer, feel him deeper, get more. I haven’t felt like this before.
“That’s right, carino, tell me who’s fucking you bare,” he demands, sitting up slightly so that his eyes can rake over my body obscenely. And I have never felt so sexy in my life.
“Ty,” I moan, my hands going to my hair.
“That’s it, baby, that's it. Say my name. Come on,” he growls, the accent in his voice coming out thicker as his muscles tense on either side of my body. The wooden table starts to creak, but I can barely hear it over my non-stop moans, Ty’s grunts and dirty talking filling my ears.
I should be embarrassed at how quickly I can feel this orgasm approaching, but I’m so fucking here for this. I can’t… Ty’s… It’s all I’ve ever wanted. All I’ve dreamed about. He’s not even touching my clit anymore and I’m going to detonate.
Another first for him to collect today.
“I’m… oh shit,” I look down at where we’re connected and the drag of his cock from my wetness is obscene. Hot as hell and when Ty looks down too? I can feel the exact moment because his pace picks up. He’s no longer teasing me, he’s now making a point.
“What is it, baby? You like seeing what you do to me?”
“Oh god, yes.”
“Are you going to come on my cock? I want it.” His voice drops deeper, a whisper against my skin. “More than you know.”
“I’ve never…” I start to say, but the thought gets lost as his hips snap to mine harder making me see stars.
“Never what, Rox?” He grips my hip harder, the pressure pulling me back.
“Never come without something rubbing my clit.”
Ty’s body tenses even tighter before I feel him pull me closer, shifting my hips up and he stands taller, adjusting the position of us so that I can feel him everywhere.
“That’s changing today,” he growls.
“So confident that you can change that, huh?” I smirk, throwing down the challenge like it’s nothing.
“I think you seriously underestimate how territorial I am over you. How needy. How greedy.” He says each word with a quick drag of his hips before leaning down as much as he can and kissing me in a way that makes me feral myself.
His hand goes to the back of my neck and he holds his lips against mine as we breathe in each other while fighting to come together. “You’re mine, Roxie. Always have been.”
My eyes roll back in my head and the whine that leaves my lips at how his words hit me is anything but the strong brat I am.
I surrender to him. Always, only ever to him.
“Yours,” I cry out as he picks up the pace again, but never changing the rhythm.
The tingling I’m feeling is more…more, this time.
I’m definitely coming, but there’s something…
There’s something more. He’s consistent; the head of his cock rubbing against me in just the right way with each motion and adding that to how absolutely wrecked he sounds…
How his hands are clenching, grabbing, holding desperately… I can’t… I can’t stop.
“Ty!” I scream, back arching, body shaking, blood boiling at the orgasm he gives me.
My legs tighten around his hips, my fingernails scratch down his back hard enough I’m sure I’m leaving marks.
Ty pulls out quickly and a gush leaves me, more than I thought possible and my whole lower half shakes as he uses the tip to keep rubbing my clit before thrusting right back in as soon as the tension starts to leave my body.
I’m so far gone, so out of it, that I feel like jello. I feel so fucking good, and all I want is for him to feel this good too.
Ty wraps one of my legs around his waist and he holds the other upright so my ankle is on his shoulder as he looks down at me like the sex god he is.
I thought he looked desperate and feral before. Now, he looks like a man possessed. He’s muttering things in Spanish under his breath as he watches where his hardness disappears into me and he picks up the pace.
“You’re mine, Roxie. Mine. You’re not leaving me again, say it,” he growls, snapping his hips against mine so hard I know I’ll be feeling this for days. And I can’t fucking wait.
“I’m not leaving you again.”
“Ever.”
“Never.”
Ty clenches his jaw, the muscle there ticking prominently as he stares down at me like a man obsessed and he grips my leg tighter.
“Good fucking girl,” he growls through gritted teeth and picks up the pace again.
I can feel the change. He’s not just fucking me, he’s changing me and it’s pushing him to his peak faster than he wants based on the tightness of his jaw and the way his forearm comes to curl around my shoulder as he thrusts deeper.
“Hear me now, carino, nothing is taking you from me again. And anyone that tries?” His voice deepens as his words stutter from the force of his thrusts.
“I’ll fucking kill them with my bare hands. ”
The noise that leaves my throat as he promises violence in my name, in our relationship, is enough to make me want to come again but instead, I pull his face closer to mine and kiss him so deeply that there’s no doubt between us how I feel. The wooden table shifts with the power of his thrusts.
Ty gives me one more and then he groans loudly into my mouth and he comes. I sigh contentedly as I feel him fill me to the brim and my head falls back against the table with a soft thud.
“Oh my god, baby.” Ty breathes heavily against my skin as his full weight rests on me. “That was amazing. Life-changing.”
“Late,” I say with a very happy smile, and move to hold him against me.
It might have been late, but I’m so damn glad it happened for us at all.
Ty sits up slightly so his hand near my shoulder can cup my cheek softly.
It’s so amazing to me how he is so capable of such violence, such protection, such care, such filth, such love.
He’s like a walking-talking contradiction that I love to try to understand.
“Not late. Right on time.”
My eyes light up a little as I realize how right he is.
“Right on time,” I repeat.
The smile I get from him changes my atoms.
Reaching up to kiss him again, the table wheezes and we go crashing to the ground.