Chapter 31 #2
We bounce on the mattress. Quicker than I can blink, I’m under him with his weight half on me. His arms are next to my head again, and his chest and abs keep me in place. I wiggle my body, trying to free myself from under his weight.
His jaw tightens. “Ever.”
I glide past his warning and wiggle more. He moans. I wrap my legs around his thick waist. He shifts the lower half of his body. His erection nestles in my hot spot. Every nerve in my body stands on end, as if I’ve been zapped by electricity.
Thoughts of my father, Bobby’s visit, and my father’s permission fall to the wayside.
Bobby’s fingers tangle in my hair. I grip his hip and lift mine. I roll my hips. His erection is big and thick beneath his gray sweatpants. His mouth parts, and his eyes are hooded.
“Fuck, Ever, that feels good, baby.”
Is that so? I trench my fingers in his silky strands and roll my hips. Biting down on his bottom lip, Bobby yanks his shirt over his head one-handed. Goodness, that’s sexy. His sweatpants are next.
In his boxers, Bobby reaches over, opens the top drawer of my nightstand, and pulls out condom wrappers. I gape. “When did you—”
He slips them under a pillow. “When I brought my shampoo and body wash over.”
“I have an IUD,” I say, remembering his rules. “The dominance part—”
I’m grabbed by my ankles and tugged down the bed until my ass is hanging off the edge.
“Bobby.” I’m out of breath and dizzy. He’s in shape and I’m not. He’s experienced. I’ve only been with one man.
Bobby looks at me as though he sees my insecurities. A heartbeat passes between us. His eyes soften. Tenderness like I’ve never seen on a man’s face . . . Well, he’s looking at me like I’m the most precious person in his world.
My insecurities melt away. I crook a finger. His eyes gleam. A wicked grin transforms his face from hero to villain to the bad boy of my fantasy.
Bobby’s gaze rakes me from my messy hair to my chest that’s rising and falling rapidly in anticipation of his mouth on me and his thick cock inside me. I go to pull my tank top over my head.
“Stop.”
My hand is midair.
“I undress you.”
“Submit?” I bring my arm to my side.
“Dominate.”
A three-syllable word that has the power to make my insides quiver with need and my pussy throb for this dominance that would taste sweet in my mouth and stretch and fill my tight, wet channel.
“Submission is weakness,” I challenge. What would Bobby think if I gave in too easily? I have to, at the very least, question his beliefs. Otherwise, he’ll think he has the upper hand in the relationship.
“Trusting someone to keep you safe, to give you pleasure and pain beyond your wildest dreams, is not weakness.”
His words turn me on. I’m hot from my hairline to my toes. Oh God, my toes. The long scar on my leg. He asked about it when he hiked up my dress over my hips and saw the leftover of my recklessness and regret from the accident as a permanent scar on my flesh.
Was he disappointed when I didn’t tell him how I got it? He freely shared with me how he got the bullet scars, gouges in his skin, and most importantly, the jagged cut on his right brow. It wasn’t from the battlefield.
Finally done with not fighting back when he was bullied as a kid, Bobby put up his fist to avoid a jab in the face with brass knuckles. The metal nicked his eyebrow. Thank goodness he did. Bobby could’ve been blinded. He knocked the kid out with one punch before the kid could land another.
“Baby. Sweetness.”
I blink. “Hmm?”
Fingers skim over my forehead and smooth out the lines from my overthinking. “Stay with me.” He hunches over my body and presses his mouth on mine. His mouth is soft. His breath is warm. Bobby’s eyes shine with love for me. Me. “Live for me, Ever,” he murmurs on my mouth.
“Always, Bobby.”
A guttural sound slips from his mouth. His satisfaction rumbles over my chest. Bobby removes my tank top and stares at my white lace bra.
I squirm beneath the intensity in his eyes.
My bra comes off next. I keep my arms at my sides rather than go with the instinct to shield my small breasts from him.
Bobby grazes his palm over one nipple, then the other. The traitorous buds tighten into little balls of need. Bobby cups my breasts. “They’re perfect. Beautiful. You. Mine,” he growls.
Bobby takes a nipple in his mouth. His tongue tastes.
I sigh with pent-up need. He grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud.
His other hand plucks and tweaks the other wanton bud.
I cry out with pleasure and pain. I clasp his head in my palms. I want to plaster his face on my chest. Help guide his mouth and tongue over my sensitive nipples.
“No touching, sweetness. I touch you. I pleasure you. Pleasuring and touching you gives me pleasure. Now, hands above your head.”
I don’t protest. I can’t protest. I’m left speechless. My heart is beating out of control. My mouth is dry from panting. I lick my lips. Bobby captures my mouth in his. His hands reach the waistband of my PJs.
With my hands above my head, I lift my hips. Bobby takes off the bottoms and tosses them to the corner of the room. Heady with lust, I follow its trajectory. The bottoms land on a plushie in the shape of a raccoon.
Bobby asked my father for permission to see me.
He had to know how dangerous my father is.
I mean, come on, I told Bobby when we first met that my father was in prison for murder.
Yet, he went and asked for my father’s permission!
Who does that? Clearly, it’s a man who is utterly and hopelessly in love.
My body slackens, my insides are mush, and my heart is melting. Bobby ditches his boxers. He is thick and long. My eyes widen.
“Do you like what you see?” There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes. Suddenly, we’re back at Crimson, when a stranger wrapped his arms around me from behind and changed the course of my life with that one line. Do you like what you see?
“I do.” Two words that continue to shake me to my core each time I say them. They speak of something more binding. I lick my lips and, feeling more empowered and in control of my life than I’d ever felt, I tell Bobby to lose the condom.
“Bareback?”
I nod. “Remember what you asked me when you took us to your truck rather than my car?”
“When I was your secret lover, your bad boy?”
“Yes.”
“I said, ‘Do you trust me?’”
“I do,” I say. “I trust that you’re clean. I don’t want any barriers between us, Bobby.”
“Baby. Sweetness.” His eyes soften.
“Please,” I beg. Will we fit? He’s reading my mind. Or my face says it all.
“Oh, we’ll fit, sweetness, my Ever After.”
I open my arms to him. I trust him. I submit to him. Submitting to his dominance isn’t a weakness. Trusting him is a strength.
He slides his hands under my arms and moves me until my head is back on the pillows.
Bobby doesn’t give me a chance to breathe.
In less than the time for my heart to beat two heartbeats, he grabs me under my thighs, presses my knees to my chest, and licks up my slit with the flat of his tongue before he slides his thickness and length inside me in one thrust.
I cry out. He captures my sound of desire, surprise, and pain with his mouth. He stretches and fills me full. It’s too much. He’s too much. I was wrong. His dominance is too much for me.
I try to push him off me. He doesn’t budge. Bobby’s too big, too muscular. Panic hits me square in the chest. My breaths come out in spurts. A commanding voice pulls me out of my panic.
“Arms above your head, Ever.” There’s tenderness in his command. I should listen, but my brain isn’t having it.
I’ve never been spoken to like this. I shouldn’t be okay with being bossed around, except that my body isn’t listening to my brain. It follows Bobby’s command. My arms go high above my head. Bobby leans his full weight onto me. I take his weight and his desire. My knees are to my chest.
He is a large, looming figure above me. He could crush me with his body. Rob me of breath until I stop breathing. But I’m not scared of him. I love him.
“I love you.” I stare into his eyes. Clear blue skies transform into a storm. His darkened eyes come to me in my dreams. “I love you so much.” What’s going on between us is happening too quickly. Panic is like a vice squeezing me from my sides to my sternum.
“Baby? Sweetness?” He’s concerned.
“We’re moving too fast and I’m scared.”
“Me, too, Ever.”
His admission is reassuring and calms my panic. If a man, who was ballsy enough to visit a murderer and ask for his permission to see his little girl, is scared, then our pace must be okay. We’re both terrified.
“Falling in love doesn’t have a timing. There isn’t a schedule. We fall on our terms, our timeline, Ever. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” He grasps my chin. “That’s my girl.” Every cell in my body exhales a sigh of contentment from his praise. “I love you, beautiful.”
Bobby moves his hips. His thick cock moves in and out of me. He tortures me with his slow thrusts. My body comes alive with each forward and backward motion of his hips.
The pain from his first thrust, like being split in two, becomes something else. Like being broken and then put back together again. There’s pain from getting hurt. Followed by pleasure as my broken pieces come together.
Pleasure follows pain, and understanding what’s coming, I give in to the pain. Bobby pushes my knees to my chest. One hand on both knees, he presses his thumb on my clit.
He pumps his cock in at the same time he rubs my clit, using my juices to work at the sinful little slippery knot until my insides coil so tight I’m begging him to give me relief from my aching, throbbing pussy.
“Please, Bobby,” I rasp. My chest is tight, and it’s not from him holding my knees to my chest one-handed.
Something with my body changes. My core stretches around his girth.
My body sinks into the bed. I relax my knees.
I’ve been holding them against my chest rather than submitting to Bobby’s hold.
“That’s it, baby. Breathe. Take in all of me.”
My head lolls to the side. I reach for the headboard. My core takes in more of him. I squeeze my inner muscles.
He groans. “That’s a good girl. Squeeze my cock. Milk it.”
I clench my muscles. My inner walls cocoon and squeeze. Release. Cocoon. Squeeze.
His eyes roll back. “Fuck, baby. You’ll be the death of me.”
I suck in a horrified breath. “Take it back.”
“There are no take-backs. Not with me balls deep inside you.”
I clench my jaw. Clench my inner muscles. “I’m not letting go until you. Take. It. Back.”
“Uh-uh. I won’t be thwarted by a woman half my size.”
“You egotistical—”
He slips his thickness out of me before I can finish my sentence. One heartbeat, I’m flat on my back with my knees to my chest. Two heartbeats later, I’m on all fours.
“Face down, ass up.”
I look over my shoulder and glare. I hear it before I feel it. A resounding smack fills the bedroom. My ass cheek stings. Another smack. My other ass cheek stings.
“What did I say?”
Oh my God. Oh my God. I press my face on the bed covers and tip my ass up.
“That’s my girl.” He smooths his palm over one stinging ass cheek, then the other. “You hurting?”
Yes. “No.” Unbelievably, I’m craving Bobby’s dominance. I need him to take the reins. I’m finding that I want him to take control so that I can lose it. I’m tired of overthinking, of making decisions day in and day out.
“Look at me.”
I look over my shoulder. Bobby jerks his length and thickness back and forth and from side to side.
He lets go of his cock, and it snaps back and slaps against his abs.
I lick my lips and stare at his thickness and length.
His hands are on my ass cheeks, then my hips, and he slides his thickness inside me inch by inch.
I rock my hips. He grinds into me. I lower my head onto the pillow.
I’m panting and out of breath. A heat wave rolls over my body. With each thrust from him, I see stars. My insides coil tight. My pussy aches and weeps, and I clench my inner muscles. Bobby likes it when I do that.
“That’s it, sweetness. Fuck my rod with your tight cunt.” He fists my hair in his fingers. “Swallow my cock whole with your pussy.” I arch my back.
The stars get brighter. Oh God, they’re coming together.
They’ll collide. Fuck, we’re colliding. Skin slaps skin.
Bobby slaps my ass cheeks. His hold on my hair is tight, and he yanks as he pounds into me over and over.
Tears sting the back of my eyes. The stars .
. . they collide and explode. I explode.
My orgasm racks through my body like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
“Fuck. Fuck.”
One thrust, and Bobby’s chest crushes my back.
He grabs me by the waist and adjusts us on the bed.
I’m facing him. His arm is slung over my waist. The other is under my head.
We look at one another. There’s tenderness on his face.
I’m smiling. He smooths his knuckle over my cheek and over my freckles.
“I love you, Ever Moretti.”
“I love you, too, Bobby.”
After he grabs a towel and wipes away the evidence of our lovemaking from between my thighs, we fall asleep together. When we wake in the middle of the night, I turn on the lights and ask him for what I want.
“You dominating me in bed is non-negotiable. Anyway, we’re inside the bedroom.”
“You were literal?” I kiss his nose.
He nods.
“Semantics.” I wink. He chuckles. “Let me,” I murmur on his mouth, kissing him until he’s hard.
“One time. Just this one time, Ever.”
His fingers tangled in my hair, he angles my head and stares at my mouth. I lick my lips. “We’ll see.”
“There will be no ‘we’ll see’ involved.” He pounces and gets me on my back. “Now tell. What are you willing to give up in exchange for dominating me in bed once?”
I don’t hesitate. I didn’t fall asleep right away. I overthought. “I give up control of my life to you.”
“Give up and not ‘give’?”
Have I mentioned he’s adorable when he uses air quotes?
“Yes,” I answer.
He lifts a brow. “Are you certain? You’re giving up a lot for one time of calling the shots in bed.”
“I’m one hundred percent sure. Now get on your back with your hands high above your head. No touching. You comply. Oh, and feel free to grunt, groan, moan, say my name over and over.” I cup his face and murmur over his mouth. “Because I plan on rocking your world.”
Smirking, he stares deep into my eyes. “Oorah.”
My body melts into mush.
My insides quiver with longing.
My pussy is a mess of throbs, aches, and tingles.
God, I love this man.