Chapter 17 #2
When he leans in again, I reach up with one hand to brush my fingers along the dried blood on his face. Without a word, I clean it with the pad of my thumb, eyes trained on the stain until it’s gone, only to look up to his gaze when I’m done.
“What?” I murmur, confused by the intensity of his expression. “Were you keeping that for later, or—” But Larkin doesn’t let me finish. He leans in suddenly to kiss me hard, his hand cupping my face so I can’t go anywhere.
Not that I want to be anywhere but here.
What starts as a sweet, almost soft kiss, quickly becomes something more aggressive. But then, nothing between us can ever stay soft for long, it seems. Larkin growls and snarls against my lips, murmuring threats or promises or both while he bites at my lower lip, sucking it into his mouth.
For my part, I can’t stop the multitude of yips, growls, and increasingly needy sounds that leave me. It’s embarrassing how quickly I move to lean against the side of the tub, wanting to be closer to him even though there’s a porcelain barrier between our bodies.
Fuck, I want more than this.
Larkin must feel the same, because suddenly he’s on his feet, his eyes locked with mine as he unbuckles his belt. While I watch, he strips out of his jeans and underwear, leaving him naked and clearly getting excited by all this, judging by his half-hard cock.
“Tova…” I can’t decide if his growl is a threat or a promise.
I’m too busy looking at the expanse of tattoos on his body that go all the way down his thighs.
One leg’s completely covered while the other is semi-bare, though the empty spots look almost intentional, like there will be more to go there soon.
As I watch, he steps into the tub and nudges me forward so he’s sitting behind me, with my back pressed to his chest.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, nudging each of my knees over his and pulling me more tightly against him.
One hand comes up to splay across my throat, though it doesn’t rest there for long.
Within seconds, his palm is exploring my upper body, and Larkin takes his time to cup each of my breasts in his hand, his thumb toying with my nipples and causing me to wiggle in his lap.
My hand comes up as well, and I turn to nuzzle into his throat, breathing open-mouthed against his neck with my eyes half-closed.
“You’re scary,” I reply in a dry voice, causing him to chuckle.
“Good.” His hand sinks further down, and when I try to move, his other arm wraps around my shoulders to jerk me back against him.
I can feel his arousal against my lower back, but there’s not much I can do to tease him or anything else when I’m pinned with my knees spread open in the tub. “You need scary.”
His hand continues downward, and I gasp lightly as he traces my folds under the hot water.
The hand on my shoulders loosens and moves to use his fingers to continue toying with my nipples.
His mouth descends to my throat a second later; he kisses me first, his lips skimming along my skin, but then with a soft chuckle, Larkin bites down hard enough to make me cry out and arch against him.
At the same time, he plunges two fingers into me, as deep as he can, just as his thumb finds my clit.
The overwhelming sensations of his hands and mouth make my stomach tighten, and if my knees weren’t now both hooked over his, I’d be writhing like a possessed girl and probably spilling water all over the bathroom.
“Fuck,” I whine as he bites down harder on my neck. “Larkin—”
“Mm-hmm?” he purrs. Pulling free, he licks over the aching, irritated area with slow laps of his tongue that do more to keep it agitated than to soothe the discomfort.
Not that I’m in any way complaining. Another whine leaves me as he toys with my clit, his thumb moving in small circles fast, then slow.
“Do you have a complaint you’d like to put in with HR? ”
“Yeah,” I gasp. “A few of them, actually. Some guy just moved into my department and he’s a pretty nasty jerk. He’s thrown me in the trunk of his car, like, twice?” My thoughts trail off and I can only whine as he adds another finger, then at his urging, I relax back against Larkin’s chest fully.
“Poor, silly girl,” he murmurs in my ear before kissing it. “My poor, perfect Tova. You’re just suffering, aren’t you?”
“I am.” My words are drawn out into high, needy sounds as he fingers me, and I can’t help the way my hips move against him. He makes this so easy, so perfect, that I could come to crave this, I think.
I could crave him.
“It’ll be…a shame…when I decide you’re boring and I stab you,” I whine, twisting in his grip. “Or choke you, or—”
Larkin’s hand grips my throat hard, cutting me off, and he chuckles against my ear before he fucks me harder, like he’s taunting me.
“You’ll want to stab me or, honestly, shoot me,” he tells me in a cold, sweet tone.
His fingers tighten more around my neck and he continues to fuck me on his fingers while I gasp for air, seeing stars before he lets me breathe again.
“Oh, fuck!” I whine as I pant for air. “Fuck, Larkin—” He spins me around before I can register what he’s doing, until I’m straddling him in the tub.
“Relax, darling,” Larkin murmurs with his hands on my hips. My hands brace against his chest, fingers splayed, and I let him drag me down so his cock is brushing my slit. “Relax for me,” he says again when I hesitate, my thighs going tense. “You know I’ve got you.”
He’s right.
Once I relent, my body relaxing against his, Larkin drags me downward, guiding me onto him until his length sinks into me. I whimper at the slight stretch of him, but he keeps going, murmuring encouragements until I’m fully seated on his hips with my fingers trembling slightly.
“Fuck,” I breathe, tilting my head back.
He just holds me there, and when I roll my hips experimentally, Larkin lets me.
Then I do it again, and he seems to take it as an invitation.
His hands tighten as he starts guiding me against him, helping me to achieve a rhythm that makes him groan and causes his cock to brush a particularly sensitive spot inside of me.
“That’s my good girl,” Larkin praises, one hand coming up to pull me forward until our lips meet.
This time, I’m the one to initiate something rougher, and I bring my hand up to grip his hair, pulling myself against him.
My teeth nip at his lower lip, and when his tongue probes against my own, I bite down there as well with a growl on my lips.
I can feel Larkin’s smile, and that only drives me to do more.
My hips rock against his with more intent, my other hand still on his chest for leverage.
“God, you’re too good to be real sometimes,” I pant into his mouth. He chuckles at that, and I feel his hand between us, his thumb quickly finding my clit to resume his earlier activity there. “Is it just random that you’re good at—”
He thrusts up into me, a glint in his eyes at my words. “That I’m just as good at this as I am at making people disappear?” Larkin taunts. “No. It’s not random. It’s practice.” He clicks his teeth together in front of my mouth, just barely missing my bottom lip.
“Now beg me to come, Tova.” He accentuates the words with a harsh roll of his hips, and his eyes find mine to drink in my every expression. “Beg me to let you, otherwise it’ll just be me getting to fill this pretty cunt again.”
I want to tell him no. I want to draw this out, to make a point that he can’t just tell me what to do.
But fuck, I really want to come.
“Please!” The word is out of my mouth with only a bit of a struggle on my part, and the others follow it like rain following the first drop.
“Please, please, fuck—” I throw my head back as he sits up to take over most of the movement between us.
His thumb still strokes my clit, while his other hand grips my throat, keeping me in place.
“Please let me come. Please make me,” I amend. “I want to come like this. With you.”
“With me?” He nuzzles my throat. “You think you deserve that, silly girl?”
I don’t know how to answer him, and I’m so close that it’s getting harder to think or say anything that’ll make sense.
I turn to kiss him, my mouth finding his jaw to place sloppy kisses against his skin.
Larkin doesn’t seem to mind. He continues to fuck me, still massaging my clit, until my cries are desperate and messy, and my movements are full of needy torment.
God, he makes me turn into such a pathetic thing when he fucks me.
“That’s it,” Larkin encourages. “Beg me again. Come on. You can do it.” The condescending edge in his words makes it better somehow, and I whimper against his throat.
“Please, please,” I pant. “I—”
“I want something other than please.” His next thrust is hard, causing me to yelp, and the following one is the same. He turns us suddenly and lifts me a bit, so my back slams against the tile wall over the tub, my ass on the lip of it while he fucks me.
The extra leverage lets him drive into me as hard as he wants, and almost every thrust is followed by a curse or growl from him. I can’t help but grab at his shoulders and hair, my legs splayed around his hips to hook together behind his back, my body begging for him to go deeper.
“I want to come. I want it so bad. Oh, fuck. Larkin, I’ll do anything for you to make me.
I want this. I want you, and—” He kisses me.
It’s different from our other kisses, though it takes a moment for me to realize that’s because this one truly is a kiss.
It’s romantic, if not exactly what I’d consider sweet and delicate.
His tongue presses to mine, and I swear he’s trying to taste every inch of space he can.
“Then come for me, silly girl,” he chuckles against my lips, panting against my mouth in a rhythm similar to mine. “So I can fill up your pretty pussy while you wail.”
It takes only a few more thrusts and another bite to my throat to send me over the edge.
I do wail, my voice high-pitched and eager as I grip onto him like he’s my lifeline.
During my release, I hear his snarl, I take his frantic thrusts, and then I feel when he relaxes, sinking into me one last time as he spills inside of my cunt.
“I’d just like to point out”—I’m panting with my face pressed to his shoulder and my legs still wrapped around his hips—“that I’m going to need another bath, thank you very much.”
His reply is a chuckle and a kiss on the top of my head. “Maybe a shower this time,” Larkin remarks. “I’ll hold you up and wash your hair. That’s romantic of me, right?”