Chapter 27 #2
It sounds rhetorical, so I don’t answer. I moan instead of answering, because he pulls out just as slow, then slides back in, savoring every second like I’m something rare and holy he can’t quite believe belongs to him.
The pace won’t last. I know it. He won’t be able to hold back for long. He leans over, his chest to my back, lips dragging along the curve of my shoulder.
“Stay just like this. Don’t move, baby.”
He lets go of my hair but I hold myself open for him, ass high, head thrown back, spine dented. He fills his hands with my hips, fingers digging deep into the flesh, hard enough to bruise.
“Look at you...” Koby rasps, awe mixing with hunger in his voice. “Scream for me.”
That’s the only warning I get before the beast inside Koby wakes up again. The lazy tempo is gone and every thrust hits so deep my moans and gasps drown out the smack of our hips connecting. My orgasm builds so fast I get dizzy, everything inside me pulling taught.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, meeting him thrust for thrust. “I’m so close, Koby, so... oh. So close.”
His hand dives around me and between my legs. Two fingers toy with my clit, every stroke sending shockwaves rushing my system. He pants in my ear, grunts low, the sounds making my pussy clench around him.
“Come on, hellcat. Show me. Show me how good I make you feel.” He nips, licks, and kisses my shoulder, fucking into me in long, hard strokes.
Another few swipes of his fingers on my clit and my vision whites out, the orgasm ripping through me like some biblical hurricane. Koby doesn’t slow down. He pounds right through it, never stuttering. His low groans mix with my moans, elevating the intensity of how I fall apart for him.
“That’s one,” he says into my neck, both hands on my stomach, holding me upright. “Bed, hellcat.”
He pulls out, helps me spin around, and hauls me into his arms, my slick pussy rubbing his stomach. He drops me on the bed, and as soon as he follows, I roll away, then push him onto his back, straddling his chest, my pussy hovering above his mouth. His pupils widen, hands already gripping my hips.
“Be good,” I tease, looking down on him. “Tap out if you can’t breathe.” I don’t give him time to respond before I lower myself, desperate for another orgasm and fast.
Koby doesn’t miss a beat, his tongue licking and sucking while he drags me back and forth, forcing me to ride his face like he’s starved for this.
“You taste like my favorite candy.”
A minute in, I have a better idea. Swatting his hands away, I spin, lowering back down on his mouth while I take his cock into mine.
“Fuck,” he snaps, his warm breath hitting me just right. “Don’t get me off. I’m not done with you yet.”
“You better make me come first, then, because I’m not stopping otherwise,” I say over my shoulder, then dip my head and swallow as much as I can manage.
His cock hits the back of my throat.
My eyes water, but I don’t care. If anything, gagging on him only makes me greedier. My hips work in sync with my head, and Koby ensures my orgasm builds in sync with his.
He’s come in my mouth enough times that I can tell when he’s close. The thighs in his muscles turn to stone, his balls pull taut, and his cock leaks more.
But he’s in it to win it.
He angles his chin, dragging his tongue over me in deeper strokes and... his stubble scrapes my clit. I cry out, losing my rhythm. Encouraged, he adds two fingers into the mix, curling them inside me twice before I’m coming.
My body quakes and I moan around his cock while he growls into me, drinking my orgasm straight from the source.
“That’s two,” he says, pushing me off him, his mouth slick.
I land on the soft mattress, but Koby doesn’t give me a second to catch my breath. He’s on me in a flash, maneuvering my body until I’m on my back, legs spread wide, his big body hovering over mine. He pushes inside me without missing a beat.
“One more. You’ll give me one more.” He grips my throat, slowly adding pressure. “This is mine, too. The only name you’re allowed to moan is mine.”
His thumb strokes my jaw softly, a mind-numbing contrast to how he fucks me... savage, claiming in how he grinds his hips just right.
“Kiss me,” I whisper, the command almost getting lost in the obscene sound of our bodies slapping together.
He takes my mouth as he takes my pussy and the sensory overload has me hurtling toward release.
“Come with me,” I plead, my head hitting the pillow.
“Fuck yes. Now, hellcat.”
Every spot his cock drags over makes me see stars, and the look in his eyes, the pure, feral adoration tips me over a third time.
He follows instantly, his face buried in my neck, his chest vibrating with the most erotic sounds a man can make.
He shakes above me, the last thrusts jerky and shallow as he spills inside me, collapsing on top of me.
Our sweat mingles while we calm down from the high.
I’m sore everywhere, but the weight of him, the way he pins me down like he’s afraid I’ll slip through his fingers makes me feel safe.
Cherished. I love being under him, barely pulling air into my lungs while he squeezes me into the mattress, all hard muscles and smelling like sex.
Today, he smells like blood, too. Blood, sweat, and subsiding rage. He’s still panting, his warm breath tickling my neck, but his hands are gentle now, one tangled in my hair, the other drawing slow circles over my waist.
“How are you doing?” he asks, kissing my neck.
I’m so spent I can’t even smile. I hum with contentment, flinging my weak arms over his shoulders. “Better than good.”
He pushes up on one elbow, moving to the side, his cock slipping out. The emptiness makes me shiver. Propping his head in his palm, he looks down at me, fingers tracing random patterns over the bruises he left on my thigh.
“I didn’t hurt you?”
“No, I loved it.” Lifting my head off the pillow I kiss the uninjured corner of his mouth.
“Good.” Tension gushes out of him in a long exhale. He tries pulling me close, but I flinch, glancing between my legs when his cum starts leaking out of me. “Shit, hold on, hellcat.”
I watch his bare ass retreat to the bathroom, then return with a damp cloth. He’s all care now, no rough edges left, no wildness in his eyes. His knee dents the mattress, and he spreads my legs, gently wiping between them.
And I’m struck with the novelty of his care not sending me into a frenzy. Whether it’s the trust I have for him or the rough sex rewiring my brain, I don’t have the urge to punch him.
“You’ll be sore tomorrow.”
“I’m already sore.” I bite back a smile. “It’ll be worse tomorrow, so you’ll have to kiss it better.”
He chuckles, peppering my inner thighs with soft kisses. “I’ll make it better before you wake up.”
“You keep promising you’ll fuck me awake and it never happens.” I close my legs when he tosses the cloth aside and settles next to me, pulling my boneless body against his chest. “I’ve given up hope you’ll make good on your words.”
He wraps me in his arms, pressing careful kisses to the top of my head. “I’m sorry about earlier. We should’ve discussed it. I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that.”
“You worry too much. I had a safe word, didn’t I?” I nuzzle into his neck. “Want to tell me what brought it on? Whose blood was that?”
“Carter’s.”
I snap upright so fast the room tilts. “Carter’s? What happened?!”
“And Broadway’s.” He takes my arm, tucking me back into him.
“Everything’s fine, I promise. I needed to let some steam off and they volunteered.
” He breathes in deep, closing his eyes before he continues.
“Ryder broke into Grey’s server... he found old footage of you with Anton. He recorded everything.”
Nausea climbs up my throat. I suspected Anton was recording me, but it didn’t seem important at the time. It’s not like I could’ve stopped him, but now...
I pull my knees to my chest. “I hate that you saw it.”
“I hate that it exists,” Koby fires back, wrapping his arms around me, lips on my shoulder. “That it fucking happened. I never want to see you so... hollow, so unseeing, so fucking lifeless. You’re never going back there.”
His behavior tonight makes sense.
I want you feral. I want the part of you Anton tried to kill.
“You wanted to see me alive,” I whisper.
“I’ll take anything over that doll. Tears, anger, happiness.
Rage. I want you to feel, baby. I want you to fight me, kiss me, scratch my face then cuddle into me.
I want you delicate, strong, and everything in between.
” He breathes out, tightening his hold. “I needed a reminder that you’re better now.
I needed something completely different to what I saw. ”
“I’m not that girl anymore. I’m your girl.”
“My girl,” he agrees. “Full of life.”