Chapter 14 #2
That was a damn near impossible task when he leaned down and took my cock between his lips, his tongue swiping over the swollen head. It took effort to relax, to pull myself back from the edge. I couldn’t come yet. Fuck. We’d just gotten started, and I wanted to enjoy this for as long as I could.
I put one hand behind my head so I could keep my eyes focused on the way Wolfe took me to the root. My other hand slid into the short strands of his hair. I didn’t apply pressure, just held on.
Sweet jeezus. The man’s mouth… “Aww, fuck… Wolfe…” That perfect fucking mouth was going to do me in.
Another moan escaped, my hand tightening in Wolfe’s hair as my cock pushed deeper into the sweet haven of his mouth. The man teased and tormented me for long minutes, then abruptly stopped, making my head spin.
I watched as Wolfe got to his feet, effectively shedding his jeans and boxer briefs. My gaze instantly homed in on his cock. I remembered the feel of him in my hand, the wide, thick shaft beneath my fingers.
Wolfe cleared his throat, dragging my eyes up to his face. That was when I noticed he was crooking his finger, motioning for me to come to him.
Summoned.
Damn.
Not that I was going to object.
My abs tightened as I sat up. I scooted to the end of the bed, letting my feet touch the floor as I gripped Wolfe’s giant dick, bringing it to my mouth without hesitation.
Opening my mouth wide, I wrapped my lips around the broad crest.
“Oh, fuck yes,” Wolfe hissed, his fingers tangling in my hair.
Unlike me, Wolfe did apply pressure. He pulled me forward, driving his cock deep into my throat. It took effort to take him, and I damn sure couldn’t take all of him, but I gave it my all, not stopping until I gagged.
“Again,” Wolfe demanded. “Take all of me.”
I made another attempt, which resulted in the same, but that didn’t seem to bother him. The man began pumping his hips, fucking my mouth in a steady rhythm. It wasn’t long before Wolfe pulled back, his cock falling from my lips.
“Don’t move.”
Wolfe disappeared into what appeared to be a bathroom. He returned with condoms and a pump bottle of what I assumed was lube. Wolfe tossed one condom to me.
“Put it on me.”
Wasting no time, I tore it open and rolled the latex over his thick shaft.
When he was suited up, Wolfe leaned over me and I fell back onto the bed.
“I’m gonna take you right here, just like this. And I want you to look in my eyes when I fuck you.”
I had heard rumors that Wolfe liked to watch and be watched. It turned him on, or so I'd heard.
I understood why because … fuck! … it turned me on, too.
Wolfe wasn’t gentle when he positioned me, forcing my legs up, my knees coming toward my chest. I groaned when he inserted two lubed fingers in my ass, pushing in deep, retreating.
I didn’t think he meant to be as rough as he was.
The tension coiling his muscles tight said the man was holding on by a thread.
“So fucking hot.”
I didn’t know what he was referring to, but I didn’t give a damn. I wanted to feel him inside me, even if the thought briefly terrified me.
“Ready?”
Nodding, I fought the urge to close my eyes. Wolfe leaned over me, our faces close. The fingers disappeared and the blunt head of his cock took their place.
“Relax.”
Yeah. Easier said than done.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Wolfe grunted, his teeth clamped together.
I reached for him. I needed more and I was tired of waiting.
Seconds later, he was lodged to the hilt inside me, completely still. I breathed through the initial pain, allowing my body to accommodate the intrusion. It wasn’t that I'd never bottomed, but I didn’t usually. It wasn’t my preference.
Except with Wolfe.
I knew when it came to Wolfe Caine, I'd take him any way I could get him.
Wolfe situated himself so that his feet were on the floor, yet he was practically covering me, thrusting in hard and deep, grunting and groaning. I kept my eyes open, locked with his.
“I … fuck … you feel so damn good.” Wolfe slammed into me over and over.
I held on, allowing the sensations to send me soaring higher and higher until I couldn’t take any more.
Without any friction on my cock, I came harder than I'd ever come in my life, my back bowing, body tensing, a strangled moan rumbling in my throat.
“Fuck, yes.” Wolfe slammed into me again and again. “Always knew…” He breathed deeply. “Always fucking knew it would be this good.” Our eyes met. “With you,” Wolfe hissed, then slammed home twice more before following me right over the edge. “Oh, fuck, yes!”
Amy
The plate crashed against the wall, shattering.
A glass followed.
“You stupid bitch. Why can’t you just do what I ask you to do? You’d think after nearly five years of this, you’d figure out how to get it right! I’m tired of having to beat some sense into you.”
I stared blankly at the space above his shoulder. I didn’t dare look at him. I didn’t want to provoke him more. He’d obviously had a bad day and he was taking it out on me. Which was par for the course. If history were to repeat itself, he would take his anger out on me next.
“Get up!”
My eyes shot to his face. “What?”
He glared at me, his face a mask of rage. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Swallowing hard, I pushed to my feet. I was trembling; I couldn’t help it.
He was on his feet in an instant, his hand coming toward me.
I flinched, expecting the blow to land on my face just as it had so many times before. Instead, he grabbed my hair, jerking me toward him. I stumbled, falling, my knees slamming into the tiled floor. Pain, hot and fierce, bolted through me, making me gasp.
“I said get up!” His voice was getting louder as he yanked me to my feet. “Don’t make me pick you up, goddammit!”
I cried out, trying to move to ease the fire burning in my scalp.
“The only thing I ask is that you do what I tell you. How hard is that, Amy? You don’t have to work; you don’t have to take care of any fucking brats.
You stay at home all goddamn day while I’m out there working my ass off.
The least you can do is make sure my dinner is warm when I get home.
How can you expect to be my wife? You’re too stupid to be my wife. ”
The tears streaked down my face, but I didn’t say a word. I knew better. The one time I'd told him I didn’t want to be his wife, I'd ended up with a broken arm. Since then, the beatings had gotten worse, not better, no matter how much he apologized afterward. He still insisted it was my fault.
“This is for your own good, Amy. Remember that.”
I jerked awake, sitting up straight.
I was on the couch, the television on.
A knock sounded on the door, making my heart leap into my throat.
“Amy? You in there? It’s me. Reagan.”
Reagan.
Oh, God.
Jumping to my feet, I scrubbed my hands over my face, wiping the tears away. I hoped she didn’t notice. With the lights off, maybe she wouldn’t.
“I’m coming,” I called out, moving fast, the adrenaline from the nightmare still flooding my system.
I stumbled, tripping on the rug beneath the coffee table. Fortunately, I remained upright, my shoulder bumping the wall beside the door. I unlocked the deadbolt, then the knob, before pulling the door open.
“Hey.” Reagan studied me briefly, a mix of confusion and concern registering on her face. “You okay? I heard screaming.”
I quickly looked away, stepping back so she could come inside. “Sorry. I was … uh … watching a movie. I must’ve fallen asleep. You probably heard the television.”
Reagan glanced at the TV, then back at me. “Yeah. Okay.”
“I hope you weren’t out there long.” I closed the door when she dragged her suitcase inside.
“No, just a minute or two.” Reagan was studying me intensely. “You sure you’re all right? Looks like you were cryin’.”
I nodded. “I’m fine.”
The sympathy I saw in Reagan’s eyes made my stomach twist. I hadn’t had a friend in so long and now it seemed I had some everywhere I turned. That alone made me want to curl into a ball and sob.
“If you need to talk about anything,” she prompted, “I’m here.”
“Thanks.” Wiping my face to keep more tears from falling, I pointed toward the hallway. “I … uh … got the guest room set up. As best I could, anyway. I only have a futon, but we can get you a bed if you’d like.” I knew I was talking too fast, but I couldn’t stop myself. My heart was pounding.
“A futon works,” she said, looking around the house. “Hell, I’d be happy to sleep on the couch. Or the floor. I’m just grateful you offered. I promise not to stay too long.”
“Stay as long as you like,” I told her. I didn’t care if Reagan wanted to stay forever. Provided I could keep the nightmares at bay, I figured I would enjoy the company.
“You’re too sweet.”
I took a deep breath, tried to calm down. “And I’ll get you my spare key to the house so you can come and go. I’m working for Wolfe and Lynx now, so I’ll be gone before you wake up.”
Reagan nodded, but she didn’t meet my eyes. I could feel the waves of concern coming off of her.
“Sure.”
I walked toward the hallway. “The … uh … guest room is that way. There’s a bathroom, too. It’s not big, but…”
“I appreciate this, Amy. I really do.”
I nodded. “Okay. I … uh … I’m just gonna go to bed now.”
Without waiting for Reagan to say anything more or, God forbid, ask any questions, I turned and walked to my bedroom.
Okay, maybe it was more of a walk/jog.
Whatever.
God, I needed to talk to someone, to let some of this out.
I knew holding it back wouldn’t help. It was only getting worse.
My fear, my paranoia. The annoying panic attacks.
I probably should’ve taken Reagan up on my offer to listen, but I knew telling her would only put the woman in danger. I didn’t dare do that.
No, if I was going to talk to anyone, I would tell someone who could protect themselves against the monster who was haunting me.
There were only two people I knew who’d be capable of doing that.
The question was, could I really burden them with that?
And if I did, would they still be able to look at me the same way?