Chapter 14 #4
“I need you,” I breathe out, my hands sliding over his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath my fingertips. “I need to feel you inside me. I need you to fuck me exactly how you want to fuck me.” My lips brush against his, my breath mingling with his as I whisper, “Show me that I’m yours.”
A low, feral sound escapes him. His fingers dig into my waist, his hold so firm that it steals the breath from my lungs. “I will.” Then, with a wicked smirk, he adds, “But first, you’re going to ride me.”
Yes, please.
I lift myself so that he can bring the head of his cock to my entrance, and every nerve ending in my body strains toward him. I sink down slowly, the thick head of his cock stretching me inch by inch. My breath stutters, my body clenching around him as I take him deeper.
“That’s it.” His voice is pure sin, his eyes locked on mine, dark and heavy-lidded. “Eyes on me while you take my cock.”
I press down farther, my walls stretching, accommodating his girth. A whimper slips from me as I finally settle, his cock buried deep inside me, the stretch exquisite, the fullness stealing my breath.
I feel him everywhere.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” he rasps, his fingers digging into my skin. “So tight. So perfect.”
I shift my hips, a ripple of pleasure rolling through me. His hands slide up my sides, thumbs brushing over my nipples, sending sparks straight to my core. I roll my hips again, this time harder, and a groan breaks from his throat.
“Color?” he demands, his gaze searching mine.
I know what he’s really asking.
And I don’t just want this.
I fucking need it.
A slow smile curls my lips, a promise, a dare, a challenge. “Fucking green.”
He growls in approval, his hands gripping my hips as I start to move again. I rise, feeling every inch of him drag against my walls, stretching me, teasing me, leaving me empty for just a heartbeat. Then I slam back down, taking him all at once, the force of it stealing my breath.
A choked moan tears from my throat, my head falling back.
Fuck. Fuck.
His cock hits so deep, the friction so perfect, that pleasure arcs through me like lightning, my body tightening, burning, desperate for more.
“Yes.” Koen’s hands slide up my waist, savoring the way I take him. “Fuck, just like that.”
I set a rhythm, riding him hard and fast, the slap of our bodies filling the room. The sound is filthy, hypnotic.
My thighs burn, the muscles shaking, but the pleasure drowns out everything else, driving me, keeping me locked in the motion, in the push and pull of us.
The way he looks at me—like I’m something holy, something he’d worship for eternity—makes me want to give him more.
I’ve never felt like this. Never felt wanted like this—like I belong in someone’s hands, in someone’s bed, like I’m meant to be fucked this way.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he pants out, his voice coming apart at the seams. His fingers tighten, his grip a brand on my skin. “Fucking yourself on my cock. Taking everything I give you.”
The praise fuels my fire, igniting something reckless and wild inside me. So, I ride him harder, chasing the edge, chasing the fall, wanting to drag him with me, to pull him under until there’s nothing left but us.
My clit grinds against his pelvis. Each thrust sends me spiraling higher, tighter.
So close.
“Stop.”
I obey, freezing mid-grind.
Koen’s head falls back against the pillow, his jaw clenched so tightly I can see the muscle twitch. A ragged groan rips from his throat, his fingers flexing against my hips like he’s fighting every instinct in his body not to flip me over and fuck me senseless.
“I’m too close,” he grits out.
My chest heaves as I delight in his struggle, the way his entire body is straining with need, and a slow, wicked smile spreads across my lips.
I love wrecking him.
I love knowing I can.
“It’s fine.” I drag my nails down his chest, then farther, watching his abs tense beneath my touch. I drop my mouth to his, barely brushing my lips against his when I whisper, “I want you to fill me up.”
The sound that rips from his throat is pure tortured bliss.
But then he locks eyes with me and smirks.
“Soon. But someone told me she wants to sit on my face.” His hands clamp down on my waist as he shifts me, pulling me off his dick.
He positions me above his face, his breath hot against my inner thighs.
“Come here,” he growls out, his hands guiding me down, his voice pure fucking sin.
His tongue flicks out, teasing me, and his grip tightens on my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.
I gasp, my hands flying to the headboard for balance as he devours me.
Not gentle. Not teasing. Not patient.
Fucking hungry.
His tongue moves with precision, each flick and swirl sending shockwaves through my body, my nerves sparking like a live wire. Koen groans against me, the vibrations sinking into my core, making my thighs tremble.
“F-fuck,” I breathe out, my hips moving on their own, rolling against his face, chasing more, and he urges me on, his fingers pressing into my skin, encouraging me to use him.
To take what I need.
To ride him the way he needs me to.
Something snaps inside me, and I lose myself completely. In the sensation, in the heat, in the wet drag of his tongue, in the way he eats me like he’s starving.
My head falls back, a strangled cry escaping my lips as I chase my release. The pleasure rushes over me like a storm, my body shaking, shattering as I scream his name.
His hands hold me steady, his tongue slowing but never stopping, tasting every tremor, lapping up every single aftershock until I’m whimpering, oversensitive, gasping for breath.
Finally, when I’m nothing but wreckage in his hands, he lowers me, his strong arms wrapping around me, positioning me back over him. He looks up at me from beneath his lashes, his lips slick, his pupils blown so wide there’s barely any amber left.
Holy shit.
“Koen—”
His grip on my hips tightens, and he drags me down onto his cock, impaling me completely. I gasp, the sudden, perfect stretch stealing my breath, making my thighs tremble as I take all of him, my body molding around him like I was made for this.
For him.
His cock pulses inside me, stretching me wide and filling me so fucking deep there’s no space left inside me that isn’t filled by him. My nails bite into his shoulders, desperate, needing to hold onto something solid because he’s unraveling me from the inside out.
Koen’s eyes bore into mine, his gaze dark like he’s watching every inch of me struggle to take him and fucking loving it. He thrusts hard, dragging a sharp moan from me.
Then his hand is at my throat.
My breath catches, my body going still as he applies just enough pressure to make me gasp again.
“Color?”
I grip the wrist of the hand he’s holding me with and feel how he’s ready to let go if I say so, but I quickly rasp, “Green.”
“Good girl.” His grip tightens slightly, just enough to make my pulse spike, sending a sharp bolt of awareness through me. His other thumb presses against my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles, dragging me right back to the edge.
I whimper, my body instantly reacting, nerve endings sparking like live wires, even if I feel more than spent.
“Now, I’m going to give you my cum.” The pressure of his hand on my throat sends heat crashing through me. “I want it dripping out of you,” he grits out, thrusting harder, deeper, hitting that spot inside me that makes me fall apart and lose myself completely.
I can’t think. Can’t breathe. Can’t do anything except take it.
And God, does he give it to me.
I moan helplessly, holding onto his wrist while pleasure lashes through me in hot waves as he drives into me, owning me with every thrust. Then his grip tightens just enough that I see stars.
A shock of heat explodes in my belly, my muscles locking up. I’m nothing but sensation. Nothing but want. Nothing but him.
“That’s it.” His thumb never falters on my clit, his other hand keeping me still above him. “Let me feel you fall apart on my cock.”
I shake my head, words slipping away, my body already too sensitive, already past the edge.
“I can’t, Koen, I already came.”
Twice.
I’m spent. I can’t take any more. I can’t—
“You can.” His grip on my throat tightens for half a second, just enough to make me fully register that he’s still in control. “Color?”
“Green.”
“Then do what you’re told, precious.”
His voice.
The steady pressure.
The unrelenting rhythm of his cock driving into me. It’s too much. My body locks up, every muscle tightening, my world narrowing to the only thing that matters right now.
Him.
A cry rips from my throat as I shatter around him, this orgasm different from the others, messier, wilder, untethered.
Just pure, blinding release.
My walls clamp down, clenching around his cock, milking him, pulling him under with me. His hips snap up one last time, a ragged groan breaking from his chest as he gives in, his body bowing beneath me.
Koen curses as his cock pulses, branding me with everything he has to give.
My body trembles through the aftershocks while my pulse is erratic, my limbs boneless. His thumb slows but doesn’t stop, drawing out every last ripple of pleasure until I’m shuddering, oversensitive, and wrecked.
His grip on my throat disappears, moving to smooth over the skin he just held, gently rubbing, soothing, like he’s making sure I’m okay.
A whimper slips from my lips, not just from the pleasure but from the overwhelming, inescapable feeling of being his. I blink down at him, my body still reeling, my brain still catching up.
The way he’s watching me, waiting. Not with regret. Not with hesitation. Just… waiting.
When he speaks, his voice is quiet. “Color?”
I instantly know my answer, so I force my tired lips to move, to let him hear the truth of what he really wants to know.
That I’m still here. I’m safe. And I still want him.
“Green.”
His jaw relaxes just before I collapse against him, my forehead resting against his, our sweat-slicked skin sticking together.
His arms wrap around me immediately, securing me, locking me in. Like he needs me close. His breath is warm against my temple when he murmurs, “Mine.”
“Yours.” I exhale, not fighting it, not questioning it.
He tightens his hold on me. “And you’re worthy of every fucking thing I give you.”
Not just my body. Not just my pleasure.
All of it.
I let his words wash over me, let them settle into the places I’ve kept hidden, the cracks I’ve tried to ignore.
Yeah.
Maybe he’s right.
Maybe I’m worthy of him.
And maybe I want to be.