Chapter 41
Bane
“Seriously, Bane, what in the actual fuck?” Slade shouts as I kick my bedroom door closed.
I lock it, then stalk over to my bed, and flip her off my shoulder. She bounces on the mattress and kicks at me. I narrowly deflect a heel strike to my nuts.
Her shirt has ridden up, and if I weren’t so religious about not breaking my promise, I’d let my eyes trail over that exposed skin. I want to see all of her—all her beautiful bare flesh, including her scars.
Instead, my eyes lock on hers, and she literally takes my breath away. She’s so fucking beautiful.
And because her next heel strike hits me in the gut.
Slightly wheezing, I grip her ankles and spread her legs wide.
Then I’m between them, pressing my hard cock that has missed her all day—even if he hasn’t actually had a taste of her yet—against her needy pussy.
I cover her torso with mine, then I’m kissing her madly. Deeply. Completely out of control.
I want to consume her. I want to taste every inch of her. I want to touch, feel, and worship every piece of her. I want to drink from her cunt because I’m damn sure she’s the nectar of the gods.
Her need for me is just as intense as she kisses me back; her anger at how I carried her out of the bar like a fucking caveman temporarily forgotten. She’s trying to shove my cut off. I only break the kiss long enough to get it and my weapon holster off, then I’m back on her.
“Your shirt.” She tries to yank it up and over my head. “I want your shirt gone.”
So far, neither of us has removed any clothes.
I break the kiss and pull back enough to assess her.
She had been in the bar, with a drink sitting in front of her, and according to Liam, they had been there for almost two hours.
I’m not a good man by any civilian’s standards, but I’d never take advantage of a woman—consent is king for me—and most definitely would never take advantage of Slade.
“Bane.” She wiggles underneath me, pushing her pussy into the bulge in my jeans. When I don’t move, she stops, and understanding quickly dawns. “I was only on my second drink, and Jaarl watered them down. I’m not drunk.”
Her eyes are lit with that fire I love so fucking much, and they’re clear and lucid.
With one hand, I reach behind my head and pull my shirt off over my head.
“Jesus, why is that movement so hot?” she rasps. I smirk, but she pushes at my chest. “Stand up, I want to see you.”
I want to dive back into kissing her and worshipping her pussy to make her come. I finally have her in my soundproof bedroom, and I intend to make her scream and sob with pleasure.
But I can’t deny her this.
Bracing my hands on either side of her body, I kiss her one more time, then stand.
After tossing my shirt off to the side, I stay still as her eyes travel down my thick, corded neck and over my broad shoulders, taking in the ink that covers my arm, shoulder, and chest. My skin feels hot, and my heart hammers wildly as her gaze travels down to my abs and my low-slung jeans where the bulge pressing against the fabric seems to grow with her intense appraisal.
“I want to see you.” She pushes up to her elbows, her eyes flicking back up to mine. “All of you.”
I can hardly breathe. “This isn’t about me, baby. I’m here solely for your pleasure.”
“It would please me if you took off your clothes and let me see you. All of you.”
Instead of undressing, I walk from the bed to my dresser and grab an envelope.
When I come back to the bed, her eyes rake over me. “You’re a fucking titan. You know that?”
I press a kiss to her mouth that speaks of all the dirty things I want to do to her, then offer her the sealed envelope.
“This is a really odd time to give me a love letter.”
I huff a laugh. “Just open it.”
She sits up and opens the package, and I remain silent as she reads the first page and then the next. Once she’s done, I can’t read her expression. “You got tested for STIs.”
I can’t change my sexual past or the abundance of sex I’ve had with the Bunnies and other women, but I want her to know I’d never be a threat to her, even in this.
She tilts her head to the side. “You think you’re getting laid tonight, big guy?”
“No.” I cup her cheek. “But I wanted you to know either way. Now be a good girl and lie back so daddy can make you come.”
Her pupils dilate; this wordplay strikes a chord for both of us. She leans into my touch, keeping her eyes on me. “I want to see all of you first. Please.”
It’s the need I hear in that last word that does me in.
Stepping back so she can see me fully, I undo my boots and kick them off, then undo my belt. The jangle of metal mixes with the sounds of our breaths—mine, steady and deep; hers, a bit faster and shaky. As I slowly lower my zipper, she rubs her thighs together and squirms.
When I grip the waistband of my jeans, her breaths turn to small little pants, and my cock is iron-hard that this brief strip-show is clearly turning her on.
What would she be like if I took her to Vixen’s, our premier, upscale strip club, or our kink club, Hedon?
Would the sight of writhing naked bodies turn her on while I held her in my lap and played with her?
My possessiveness would never allow her to be naked in front of others or for anyone to hear her cries of ecstasy, but the thought of making her out of her mind with need is something I can’t shake.
Pushing my jeans and boxers down and kicking them off, I stand still, letting her look at me. At the sound of her quiet moan, pre-cum leaks out to drip down my dick.
“Christ, you’re big,” she breathes, her eyes trailing over my skin feels like a caress. “Huge. All parts of you.”
She shifts on the bed, then she’s moving, graceful and smooth like a dancer. And sinks to her knees before me.
I reach down to lift her up, and she grips my hips, looking up at me.
I shake my head. “This isn’t about me, Slade.”
Keeping her eyes trained on mine, she sticks out her tongue. When it touches my shaft and she licks up to my head, gathering the pre-cum, my control shakes.
“I’ve never sucked a cock before.” Her voice is husky with lust.
“Jesus.” My voice shakes, and this emboldens her.
“Tell me what you like.” She wraps her hand around my base and runs her tongue up the underside of my shaft again.
I cup her chin, unsure if it’s to stop her or to guide her. “I—”
My words choke off when she cups my balls. She swirls her tongue over my head, then licks back down. On her next pass, her mouth wraps around my head, and she swirls her tongue as she takes me deeper.
“Fuck,” I grit, knowing I’m losing the battle.
“I’ve watched a lot of porn, but tell me what you like.” She dives back in, trying to take as much of me as she can. When my cock hits the back of her throat, my eyes nearly roll back in my head.
She pulls off, looking up at me, her eyes bright and her face flushed. “This is turning me on, Bane. Please.”
“The things I want to do…to this mouth, this body.” I cup her chin, feeling like a god in this moment. “To the pussy that’s mine and only mine.” Her face glows. “To your ass. I want all parts of you, Slade, including your heart and your fucking soul,” I admit, my voice sounding dark.
Her eyelashes flutter, but she keeps her eyes locked on mine. “Let’s just start with my mouth. I want you to use me for your pleasure, just like I’ve been using you for mine.”
“I need to take care of you.”
“This is taking care of me. My pussy is throbbing and aching being here on my knees for you. Please.” Her last word is a whisper.
“My perfect, beautiful girl.” I cup her chin, tilting her face up further. “You want me to use your mouth? To fuck your mouth?”
She nods.
“You want me to make you gag? You want me to teach you how to take my big dick down your throat?”
“God, yes.”
Heat combusts within me. “You want my cum? To paint your throat, your tongue, mouth, and chin?”
From the look of her lust-flushed face, she’s loving my filthy talk and ideas. “Holy shit. Yes. Please,” she begs, her green eyes luminous and trained on me.
“Then open wide and let me in, baby.”
Instantly, she obeys, and I push in the head.
“Make your tongue flat and press it against my cock.” I stare down at her. “Fuck, you look amazing with your mouth stuffed with my cock. That’s my good girl, relax and let me in.”
When I hit the back of her throat, I push a little deeper and close my eyes with a groan at the feel of her constricting around me.
I pull back out and instruct her to suck while I do. I leave the tip in. “Suck the head and swirl your tongue like you were before, like my own little porn star.”
She preens at the dirty praise, then I dive back in. “Breathe through your nose, so I can fuck your mouth.”
Her moan is pure need, and she’s squirming, trying to use her pants for friction.
“Good fucking girl. Just like that.”
Her suction when I pull back makes my spine tingle. I won’t last long, which is more than fine because I need to reward my girl for being a fucking champ at sucking her first—and only—cock.
When I push back in, her tongue presses against my shaft to drag over my rigid length. Her eyes stare up at me, pupils fully blown with lust and need. I cup the back of her head and warn, “I’m going to fuck your mouth now, baby. Tap my thigh if it’s too much.”
She nods and hums. I thrust in, harder and deeper, and she gags but doesn’t tap. Instead, her hands wrap around the back of my thighs, and she pulls me closer to her when I withdraw.
“You’re…” I thrust back in, going even deeper this time. “Perfect.” I withdraw, and she moans, closing her eyes. “Taking your first cock so well.”
Said cock swells at the thought of being her first cock.
My hand fists in her soft, short hair. “Your mouth stretched wide, I can only imagine what your pussy will look like as I fuck it, and then when my cum is dripping out of you.”
She moans deeply, and her eyes roll back.
Gripping her head with both hands, I angle my hips so I can dive even deeper. “Breathe through your nose,” I remind her, hardly able to form words. “Tap if it’s too much.”
At her nod and hum around my cock, I unleash.
Fucking her mouth, hard and deep, taking my pleasure from this woman who is offering me the world, and sounding like she’s about to come herself.
“Fuck, Slade,” I grit. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing so well.” My balls suck tight as I hammer in, and she gags, but still doesn’t tap my thigh. “You want daddy’s cum?”
She nods vigorously, and her nails dig into the back of my thighs.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her head, I bury myself in her mouth and feel my length slide deep down her throat. Her body tries to reject the invader, squeezing hard around me, and I press her face against my groin, sealing her nose against me and stealing her ability to breathe.
Still, she doesn’t tap to tell me it’s too much, and my cock swells, then starts spurting my cum straight down her throat. I can’t decide how I want to finish—remaining buried down her throat, or watching my cum spurt onto her tongue and watching her swallow, or covering her lips and chin.
I try for all three because my orgasm feels never-ending.
Pulling free from her throat, I grip my cock to angle it down for her. I don’t have to instruct her because Slade draws in a deep breath to replenish the air I just deprived her of and tilts up her face, sticking out her tongue.
Nirvana wraps around me as I watch my cum coat her tongue, then use the last to paint her lips and chin.
“You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”
Then I haul her into my arms and kiss her savagely, with my cum and all.