Chapter 23 #2
My chest heaves with heavy breaths as the fear drains from my eyes, trusting him with everything I am, and knowing that no matter how fucked up this situation becomes or what it might cost him, Stone Blackthorne will always have my back.
A deep hunger settles into the pit of my stomach, and as the cops start yelling at each other to block off the area and call in emergency divers, a wicked grin stretches across my lips, and judging by the way his gaze sharpens, he can feel it beneath his palm.
“Menace,” he warns, knowing I’m toeing the line between risky and pure insanity, but when I reach down between us and pop the button of his pants, he doesn’t even attempt to stop me.
I slip my hand inside his pants, curling around his massive cock and watching the way his eyelids begin to flutter, the pleasure ripping through him like a goddamn live wire, electrifying the burning tension between us.
Pulling him free of his pants, I feel the weight of his cock in my palm before finally starting to stroke up and down his length, my thumb rolling over his tip.
Then, just as the cops are rolling out police tape, barely three feet away from us, I kiss the inside of his palm before holding his stare and slowly dropping to my knees between him and the brick wall.
He groans, the sound rumbling through his chest, but it’s nothing compared to the way his eyes heat with the deepest desire as I open my mouth and slowly take him to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Menace,” he groans so low that if I hadn’t seen his lips move, I probably wouldn’t have made out the words.
I grip his base with both hands, working him with everything I’ve got as my tongue rolls over his tip, and all the while, I don’t dare break that intense eye contact.
His hand weaves into the back of my hair, grabbing hold right at the base of my scalp as his other arm braces against the brick wall, leaning into me.
I don’t hold back, pushing right past my gag reflex and showing him exactly what my tongue can do, and with every passing second, he gets closer to the edge.
My mouth waters, desperate to feel the way he comes undone, to taste him in the back of my throat, but when he’s just moments from losing control, he grabs me and whips me right back up against the wall, his hands already pulling at my tights.
The moment they’re gone, he lifts me right back into his arms, and before my legs have even finished locking around his narrow waist, he buries his cock deep inside me, stretching me wide and filling me to the brim.
A gasp tears from deep in my chest, and his hand flies back to my mouth, keeping me quiet as he starts to fuck me, his velvety cock glistening with my arousal.
I pant against his palm, my eyes rolling as the wild pleasure pulses through my body, every deep thrust sending waves of pure, delicious satisfaction crashing over me. My nails dig into his shoulders, struggling to hold on as my hips frantically jolt with each powerful thrust.
His pelvis grinds against my clit, and everything clenches within me. “Shit, Menace,” he murmurs, leaning into me and dropping his hand from my mouth only to crush his lips against mine and kiss me deeply.
I groan into his mouth as he drives me wild, that thick cock taking me right to the edge. My body starts to spasm, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “I’m gonna—” He keeps kissing me, not allowing me the chance to finish my sentence. Or even a moment to realize how fucking stupid this is.
The area is crawling with law enforcement, and we’re fucking right in the middle of it. This might just be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but I’m not the type to back down from a challenge, especially when it involves me being impaled by the biggest cock I’ve ever seen.
Stone Blackthorne . . . How the hell did I allow myself to go so long without him in my life?
If there were a way that I could go back and change everything that happened that night, I would.
Because that night didn’t just cost me eight months in a coma and seventeen years of memories. It cost me seven years with Stone.
And to think we could have been doing this all along.
Fuck me.
He thrusts deeper and faster, his fingers digging into my skin as he starts to lose control, and when his pelvis grinds against my sensitive clit again, I can’t hold back a second longer. I bite down on his lip, and everything clenches as my world detonates.
Every piece of me shatters like glass, and I struggle to keep quiet as I pant against his warm lips, my walls convulsing around his thick cock. But he doesn’t dare stop, doesn’t hold back as he keeps thrusting those powerful hips, taking me right to the edge of insanity.
My fucking soul escapes my body as the overwhelming high takes over, pulsing through my veins like pure ecstasy.
“Fuuuck,” he groans against my lips, his fingers digging into my skin just as he stills, pouring hot spurts of cum deep inside my cunt as I continue spasming, my hips taking on a life of their own.
Stone relaxes as I come down from my high, and my soul crashes right back inside my body. My head drops forward, catching on his big shoulder, and I struggle to catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” I breathe, keeping my voice low as the sound of cops walking back and forth comes to the forefront of my mind.
How could I have been so reckless? Fuck me, that was stupid, but you won’t see me taking it back.
Stone slowly pulls out of me and fixes himself back inside his pants.
“Come on,” he murmurs, lowering me back to the ground, not releasing me until he knows I’m steady. “Get dressed, and then we’ve gotta figure out how the fuck we’re going to get out of here without being seen.”
I grin up at him, knowing we’re fifty shades of fucked. “What? Escape hundreds of cops, SWAT, and a goddamn helicopter on foot? Please! It’ll be a walk in the park.”