Chapter 17 #2
“But you thought that about all of us,” he said as he nuzzled his nose to my neck. “Goddamn, you smell so fucking good.”
The feel of his lips dragging over the sensitive skin sent shocks through my body. “I was mad at my father. I shouldn’t have called you that,” I rambled as my hands gripped his leather.
“You’re mine now. I don’t care about him.” He pulled back, his hand moving from my hair back to my face, gripping it hard as those icy blues glared down at me. “Don’t cry over me again.”
Nodding, I whimpered. I would have agreed to anything at that moment that he asked of me. His lips were so close. His scent intoxicating. His presence taking up all the space in the open room.
“Tell me again. Tell me you want me. Say you want this cock to fill you up.”
My hips rocked and my channel clenched around nothing. “I want you Hawk.” Heat rose from my chest to my face, but I knew I had to do as he wished. “I want your cock to fill me up.” Wow I can’t believe those words just came out of my mouth.
I couldn’t simmer on my embarrassment long, because his mouth crushed mine as his big body pressed me into the wall.
My hands grabbed at his vest as his tongue pushed deep into my mouth.
His lips were strong and soft at the same time, the swipes of his tongue equally strong and soft.
I was so small against him. I wanted to climb him like a tree but before I could wrap my legs around him, his hands were at my button, opening my jeans and pressing them down.
Besides the couch, there was nowhere to sit or lie, and the fluorescent lights above were glaring. Still, not wanting to hinder our progress, I kicked off my flats and worked my legs from my jeans.
Next, he broke our lips long enough to pull my shirt up over my head. I lifted my arms to facilitate, but instead of letting them fall, he pinned them above my head.
His other hand trailed over my chest, then down to cup my breast. “Look at this perfect little body,” he said as he squeezed. “All for me.”
“Hawk,” I pleaded.
His face went back to my neck, nibbling my ear before nipping at the skin of my collarbone. “Is this your first time?” he asked between bites.
Was that a trick question? Fuck. I couldn’t lie. I mean, I could, there’s lots of ways to break your hymen theoretically. But surely he’d been with plenty of women. He’d probably know the difference. “No.”
A rumble came from his chest. Shit. I should have lied. “I’m sorry, I was young and it wasn’t special or anything. I just–”
“Shhh, shhh, shhh. I don’t care. I just don’t want to hurt you.
” His fingers dipped into my panties and dragged through my slick folds.
A soft sound wobbled from my throat. But he promptly pulled his hand back out and I whimpered again.
“And I’m gonna make you forget anyone who touched you before I did. ”
He grabbed my ass, then lifted me up. My legs went around his waist and I held onto his shoulders as he pulled me from the wall then lay me on the couch. He leaned back up, pulling his vest off then draping it over the back of the couch. The rest of his clothes weren’t as carefully removed.
“Take those off,” he instructed as he pulled his boots and jeans off.
I unsnapped my bra, pulling the straps down over my arms as his eyes didn’t stray from me. My nipples pebbled at the cool air and his icy stare.
“Those, too.”
Trying to control my erratic breathing, I sucked in a deep breath then shimmied my panties down. He pulled them from my ankles before grabbing my legs and turning my body, spreading my legs wide.
I would have been self conscious about him staring at my pussy on display, but I was distracted by his body. I’d seen him shirtless once but it wasn’t as bright, I wasn’t completely bare in front of him, and he had on underwear before.
Now, he stood before me like some kind of Greek God statue.
Every inch of him was perfectly sculpted, tattoos down both arms and some on his legs.
His abs were well defined and his pecs round and taut.
His thighs could crush me, not that his arms and hands couldn’t.
He seemed even bigger nude, like his loose worn jeans, t-shirts, and leather vest hid how stacked he really was.
And the one thing that kept drawing my eye, the large one between his legs, bobbed in the air, practically looking at me. It was true I’d been with a man before, but I didn’t really get to see him.
Hawk, however, stood in all his glory, smirking as I took in the sight of him. My mouth watered and my mind raced. Should I lean up and take him into my mouth? Is he waiting for me to do something? Could I even take that into my mouth? Would that girthy dick fit inside of me?
Finally, his eyes moved from mine, scaling my body. The heat of his gaze sent even more wetness to my pussy and my clit felt like it would explode just from his stare. My breathing was ragged again, my lungs sucking in deep breaths as I awaited whatever was about to happen, desperate for his touch.
He was still unmoving besides lightly stroking himself as he grinned down at me. I was jealous of his hand and his cock at the same time. I wanted to feel both. Desire finally turned me into a madwoman and I practically begged him. “Hawk, please.”
His smile broadened and he stepped closer, kneeling on the floor in front of the couch. His palm spread across my chest, and pushed me further back into the deep sofa cushion.
“Tell me what you want, wife,” he demanded as his hand brushed over my nipples one by one, a tortuous shock shooting through me each time.
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “Just you. I need to feel you.”
He leaned in, kissing my mouth gently as his hands gripped my hips, then began to explore. I needed more though. I hated that I didn’t know how to articulate what I needed from him, that I didn’t understand my body enough to instruct him.
But he finally took the lead, kissing my neck before taking a nipple into his mouth and I arched against him as the sensation shot from my breast to my clit. “Hawk,” I gasped.
His hands kept exploring, and finally one was between my thighs. After a hard suckle, he popped my nipple from his mouth and said, “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.”
He moved further down and my legs instinctively spread wider to make room for his broad shoulders. His face was inches from my pussy, but he stopped and inhaled deeply. He growled and my hips bucked. He fucking growled.
His fingers dipped through my folds, then one pushed gently into my channel. “Oh yeah, gonna need to get you ready for me.”
My head rolled back onto the cushion. His slow ministrations sent jolt after jolt of pleasure through me. I was too focused on him and what he was doing to me to worry about the fact that the glaring overhead light was shining down onto my completely exposed body.
He put another finger inside, and I gasped at the fullness.
As he worked them in and out, he leaned down, his lips closing around my clit.
A squeal escaped my throat and my hands slammed to the sofa cushions.
Removing his fingers briefly, he dragged his tongue from opening to clit, licking several times like he was enjoying an ice cream on a hot summer day.
My whole body flushed as he kept licking and sucking at the sensitive nub and put two fingers back inside. His other hand went to my breast, squeezing and rolling my nipple with his fingers.
My breaths were erratic and my hips rocked. He hummed against my pussy, his gentle sucks mixed with flicks and rolls of his tongue as his fingers pumped in and out.
Pressure built in my core as tiny mewls left me. He gradually increased the rhythm of his fingers until my channel clamped around them over and over and I moaned out loudly. “Hawk, oh my God.”
“I am your God now, Kitty Kat,” he said before giving another suckle to my clit. My legs shook, the orgasm pulsing through me. He was. He was absolutely my God now. He may not have my heart, but he damn sure could have my body.
Catching my breath, I lay as he kissed his way up my body, his fingers still inside. He took a nipple into his mouth. The sensations sent new flutters to my pussy, but I was still out of breath.
Finally, he kissed his way up to my mouth, but he stopped short. My hooded eyes were glued to his lips as he watched me.
“You ready for me?” he asked, his fingers moving out and leaving me empty.
My hips bucked toward him, needing to be full again. Nodding, I managed to whisper, “Yes, I’m ready for you.”
His tip was at my pussy, sliding through the wetness. I rocked, needing more, needing the friction but wanting him inside. My hand went between us and grasped his hard cock, positioning him at my entrance.
“Needy girl,” he said, before slowly pushing inside.
I opened my legs more, wanting him as deep as he could go. He inched inside of me slowly.
“Breathe, Kitty Kat. Relax,” he coaxed.
I didn’t realize I had been holding my breath until he said that, so I blew it out and tried to relax my body. “You’re just so big,” I told him as I gripped his sides.
He pushed even further in until he was fully settled inside of me. “Well, you feel fucking perfect,” he said, his tone lower than usual. “You good?”
Nodding, I focused on breathing. “Very.”
He grinned then said, “Good,” before he began slowly moving in and out. The room was so airtight and it was so quiet, so the sound of my wet pussy being filled over and over and our bodies slapping as he picked up the pace seemed amplified. It was erotic. I loved it.
My nails dug into his sides and he wiggled but kept going.
I reached further around for his back and dug in there instead.
His skin was hot and became damp. My hands roamed over his back, down to his ass, and holy shit.
Cupping his ass was only another reminder how big he was compared to me.
It was perfectly round and tight, but my tiny hand barely covered half a cheek. Still, I gripped it as well as I could.
I was getting lost in the moment, the slow build of pressure collecting once again deep inside when I was lifted from the couch, his dick still impaling me.
My hands scrambled to grip his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist.
But he grabbed under my thighs, spreading me wide. “Relax, I got you,” he purred as he slammed me to the wall.
He bounced me on his cock hard and fast, my breasts bouncing with each thrust.
The angle he was at was hitting my clit and his cock was so deep inside. “Hawk, I’m about to come,” I said on a ragged breath, holding onto his shoulders.
That statement only made him go faster. He rumbled as hot jets spurted inside of me, my pussy pulsing and tightening around him. Prickling heat danced over my skin.
“Goddamn,” he said through clenched teeth. “Milk me, baby.”
Moans and other strange noises came from my mouth and I didn’t care. It all felt so good. Too good.
As if I wasn’t riding a high already, his lips crushed mine and his tongue pushed deep inside. My fingers went to his hair and I kissed him back just as deeply. He was a delicious snack. No. He was a whole meal. And he was mine.
He finally slowed his thrusts and grunted into my mouth on his last one. But he didn’t stop kissing me. Instead, he held me there, high in the air against the wall and made out with me until my lips were numb.
When he softened and slipped out, I giggled, even though I didn’t mean to.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, his icy blue eyes glaring at me.
Gripping his hair tighter, I smiled. “I laughed because now you’re leaking out of me.”
He turned us fast and I squeaked again. He sat me on the edge of the couch and swiftly stuck his fingers back inside.
I stiffened.
“Are you alright?” he asked as he froze.
“Just a bit sore. But a good sore,” I told him with a grin. “A great sore.”
His concerned look melted into something more mischievous. He pumped lightly, pulled his fingers out, then wiped them down my chest and onto my stomach. “Now I’m all over you.”
My chest rose with a deep breath.
He leaned back in. “Don’t wash it off until I say,” he demanded before he gripped my head between both hands and took my mouth again.
Yep. This was all too much.
I was already addicted to him.