Chapter Fourteen
Stormy
T his fucker is too damn smug. I want to smack the look right off his face, but he’s right. I do want him. I want this thing to happen between us. As much as I crave to start digging into Dragon’s past, I’m distracted by the beast in front of me, demanding all my attention. When I don’t move fast enough, he grabs my hips and sets me on the edge of his desk beside his keyboard. He shoves it out of the way, nearly knocking it off the desk in the process in his haste to get to me.
“Spread your legs, woman.”
Goddamn it. His bossiness turns me on and I hate that. I’m normally one for calling all the shots in my life and in the bedroom. Even with Filter. We did what I wanted and when I initiated it. This thing with Copper is different than anything I’ve ever known.
With eyes locked on his heated brown ones, I spread my thighs and rest on my elbows so I can watch him. A wicked smirk passes over his features as he rolls his chair forward. I’m mesmerized by the tattoos and muscles on display, eager to have him on top of me. He brings his nose to my pussy and inhales like a fucking freak. I’m a damn freak too because I shudder at the caveman move.
“You smell too fucking good, little storm,” he praises. “You smell like mine.”
As soon as he utters the word “mine,” his tongue is chasing it up my slit to my clit. My breath gets sucked out of me as I revel in the glorious sensation. Before I can recover from the surprise of the pleasure rippling through me, he sucks on my clit. I yelp and then growl when he bites me.
“Fucker,” I hiss, one of my hands finding his messy, windblown hair.
His hot breath tickles me as he chuckles. “Hush, woman, and let me eat my pussy in peace.”
I smack his head, earning me another nip to my clit. If it didn’t feel so damn good, I’d kick him in his stupid head. But it does feel good. He rotates between sucking and biting, driving me mad with desire. I’m close to the edge of ecstasy when he slides a finger back inside my body. A moan reverberates from me. His finger curls out, seeking a part of me that’s often elusive and hard to find. I should have known this smug bastard would find it with one single swipe.
“Copper!” I cry out, jolting with pleasure.
He sucks on my clit, rubbing that part of me within that drives me wild. I rip at his hair, not even feeling bad, as he viciously extracts pleasure from me with a single finger and his tongue. It only takes another few seconds of his efforts before I explode. Stars glitter around me as pleasure pulsates through me in a deliciously addictive way. His finger slips out too soon and he stands up. I expect him to shove his pants down and fuck me across his desk. Instead, he admires me with an appreciative gaze that suddenly makes me feel shy.
“What?” I demand, my voice shaky.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I’ve been told that line many times before by many men, but never has it had this effect on me. A fluttering in my chest. Silly grin on my face. Heat burning on my cheeks and neck.
“You just going to stare all night or are we going to fuck?” I taunt, desperately trying to find my usual confidence.
He grabs my hands, pulling me to a seating position, and then he lifts me up. “I’m not fucking you for the first time on my desk, Stormy. I want you in my goddamn bed.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle my nose against his hair that smells like pine and sunshine as he carries me. The way he holds me feels possessive. As though I belong to him. And not in some captive sort of way. Like I’m really his. I’ve been good for a fuck, but never the type of girl guys aim to keep.
Copper wants to keep me.
And, for once, I want to be kept.
All too soon, we’re in his bedroom. Months ago, we were in a similar position, but I screwed it all up all by accusing him of rape. Now, I can’t seem to go another second without knowing what it feels for him to be inside me. I’m dizzied by the way he’s made me desperately crave him simply by existing.
He tosses me playfully onto the bed and I flip him off. A chuckle rumbles from him as he unbuckles his jeans. Shamelessly, I stare at his sculpted chest and strong hands. He shoves his pants and boxers down. His thick, long cock bobs out, and I admire his large size. I’m practically a virgin having gone without sex for so many months, so that monster is going to hurt.
“Don’t be scared of it, little storm,” he taunts as he peels off his socks and then prowls onto the bed, hovering over me. “It won’t bite. I’m the one who bites.”
I laugh at his teasing until the fucker dips down to bite my neck. He shoves his way between my thighs and then crashes his lips to mine. His kiss is a claiming sort of kiss that binds its way to my soul. I eagerly wrap my legs around his hips, desperately kissing him and lifting up my ass from the bed as I silently beg for his giant dick.
He must really like me because he grabs onto the beast and rubs it against my opening rather than teasing me. “Let me in,” he murmurs. “It’s where I belong.”
Damn him and his sexy crooned words. I whimper and try to relax as the fat crown of his dick pushes into me. A gasp escapes me as his thickness stretches me in way I’ve never known. My fingernails dig into his shoulders as I fight through the pain of this man’s massive cock.
“Breathe,” he rumbles. “Relax.”
He pauses his efforts to kiss me so sweetly, tears spring to my eyes. I hate that I’ve never been kissed like this before. Like I’m special and loved and cherished. It makes me reflect back on what a shitshow my life has been until this moment. A tear leaks out of my eye and Copper’s thumb swipes it away.
“Mine, baby. All mine,” he murmurs. “Once I’ve had you, there’s no turning back. I don’t do anything half ass, Stormy.”
I don’t want to turn back.
I want to go forward and keep going with this man.
As if in tune with my thoughts, he inches his way deeper inside me. The burn intensifies and my body struggles to accept him. A dick this big should be illegal. Something reserved for pornos only. He finally bottoms out with a grunt, bruising me deep inside. I’ve never felt so filled to the brim by another person before. Like he’s owning me from the inside out.
“You feel like fucking heaven.” He nips at my bottom lip. “Can I move yet?”
No words escape. All I can do is nod.
He pulls back, his crazy, intense brown eyes cataloging my every expression as his hips begin to slowly rock. I want to close my eyes and enjoy this sensation but watching him watch me gives me pleasure that goes beyond the physical. I feel this intensity deep inside my soul.
“So tight, little storm. Like your body was made for mine.”
A moan tumbles past my lips and he lazily kisses it away. His thrusts grow more and more powerful with each passing second. My body seems to finally have accepted his size. He reaches between us, touching my clit as he sucks on my bottom lip. All the pleasure feels like too much. I whimper as he takes me to new heights and then pushes me over the edge. A savage cry escapes me as my second orgasm of the afternoon rips through me. My body tries to clench around him, but he has me stretched to the limits. The sensation must send him spiraling, though, because he lets loose a strangled groan. Heat floods into me, filling me with his cum.
Panic swells up inside me as realization overwhelms me. I quickly calculate my period and when I might be ovulating, deciding we may have dodged a bullet this time.
“You asshole,” I grumble, my voice breathless. “Pull out next time.”
He smirks at me before sliding his dick out of my wrecked body. “Sure thing, babe.”
“I’m serious. Buy some fucking condoms or pull your dick out, but I’m not getting knocked up,” I sass, arching my brow up. “Promise me.”
Sitting up on his haunches, he shakes his softening cock, flinging excess cum over my thighs. “We’ll see.” Then, like the alpha fuckface he is, he drags the leaking cum from my body and pushes it back into me. “Kind of hard to promise when I really like the way you look with my cum filling you up.”
I smack at him and he tackles me, dragging me onto his chest as he rolls onto his back. My heart is beating wildly. Cuddling after sex isn’t something I’m accustomed to. Yet, here we are. I knew this thing with Copper felt all kinds of different. Gently, he strokes his fingers through my hair, pulling me to him, and kisses my head.
“This changes everything,” I tell him, relaxing in his arms. “Right?”
“Yeah, Stormy, it does.” His voice is soft and almost sad.
“I want to help you find Vidal and Collins. I can look into them. You can trust me.”
He’s silent for a beat and then lets go of a heavy sigh. “I’d be stupid to trust you.”
His words sting, but I know he’s right.
“You were stupid to fuck me, but you did it anyway. I think you’re pretty damn good at being stupid.” I study his handsome face. “Please, Copper. I swear you can trust me. Just let me help with this.”
He frowns at me, uncertainty shining in his brown eyes. “Fine.”
I sit up, grinning at him. “Really?”
“Yeah,” he grunts. “I have no choice but to trust you.”
“You have a choice,” I murmur. “You either do or you don’t.”
“Then I’m choosing to trust you. Which means, tonight, you’re sleeping in my bed where you belong. I’m not handcuffing you or putting the collar back on. I’m trusting you not to kill me in my sleep or call the cops on me or run the fuck away with my bad dogs.” His eyes shine with a rare vulnerability that makes my chest squeeze. “Don’t fuck it up.”
I snuggle against him, kissing his neck. “I won’t.”
He playfully swats my ass. “Good girl. Now let’s get in the shower so you can make that promise from your knees while you lick my dick clean.”
My heart stutters inside my chest just thinking of how I’ll give him the best damn blowjob promise the man has ever known.
“Prepare to be convinced,” I sass as I grab his still-wet dick that’s already hardening back up. “I can be hella convincing, old man.”
He smacks my ass hard. “Call me old again and I’ll show you just how much stamina I have. You’ll walk bowlegged for a month, young lady .”
“No,” I tell Hansel. “You gassed out the house last time.”
He whines, runs around the kitchen island, and then sits down in front of the stove again like his little trick will convince me he’s earned a piece of bacon.
“Stop looking at me with those pitiful eyes,” I grumble. “I’m weak.”
His whimpering and begging doesn’t stop, but I stay strong. I’ll be damned if I smell his ass all day while Copper’s at work. A shiver of pleasure skitters down my spine. We’ve spent all weekend in bed. He may be quite a bit older than me, but Copper is as virile as they come. The man wears me out. And he was right, I can’t walk without a wince in my step because I’m so damn sore.
“Smells good,” Copper says, strutting into the kitchen looking like a snack.
Now I’m the one who wants to whimper and beg. It sucks he has to go to work because I got spoiled having his undivided attention all weekend.
“Figured I’d see you off with a good breakfast,” I tell him. My eyes roam down his front. Today he’s wearing a black Polo that stretches across his shoulders and biceps. All his yummy tattoos are on display, advertising he’s a bad boy no matter what his job title is. His dark slacks hug his muscular thighs in a way that makes me want to drool.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to be late for work,” he growls, gripping the front of my T-shirt and tugging me to him.
I stand on my toes and accept his kiss. His palms find my bare ass under the long T-shirt I stole from him and he squeezes me. He tastes like toothpaste and smells like delicious man. God, I hate that he has to leave.
“Be a good girl while I’m gone,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ll miss you.”
My heart flops inside my chest and tears prickle my eyes. Since when do I get all mushy over a guy?
Since Copper.
Because he’s not like other guys.
He’s the real kind of man who lives to please his woman. Somehow, I went from Filter’s as an undercover Fed to captive to Copper’s girl.
“My office is unlocked so you can get to the computer. Password’s written on a sticky note and stuck to the screen.” His fingers find my jaw and he tilts my head up so our eyes meet. “Don’t make me regret this.”
It stings to hear the doubt in his voice. When we’re in bed together, he seems pretty eager to be my man, but he still doesn’t trust me. But, with my track record, I’m not surprised.
Rather than a snarky comeback, I stare him straight in the eye and say, “I won’t.”
He rewards my answer with a quick peck to my forehead before he pulls away to feed the dogs. I plate up breakfast and bring him coffee. His wink makes my pussy clench.
“You look good in my kitchen.” He reaches over and squeezes my thigh. “A man could get used to a pretty girl making him bacon and eggs every morning.”
I laugh and shake my head at him. “Don’t get used to it, old man.”
“Nah, I think I can. You like to please me, little storm. It’s written all over your face. Just like Hansel.”
I smack his arm. “Compare me to your dog again and you won’t get laid for a week.”
“Aww,” he taunts. “Did you get your feelings hurt?”
Shooting him the bird, I proceed to ignore him as I finish up my meal. He chuckles at my attitude. I’m just loading the dishwasher, when he presses his strong body against mine from behind.
“Breakfast was good, but I’m still hungry,” he rumbles, his breath tickling my ear. “Let me lick your pussy and cheer you up before I go.”
A wave of desire ripples through me.
What girl says no to that?
Before I can think of a comeback, he grabs my hips and twists me around. I let out a squeal when he picks me up, turns, and sets me down on the island. With a firm hand, he pushes me back until I’m lying down across the cold countertop. His dark eyes shine with need as he wrenches my thighs apart.
“So fucking hot.” His lips curl into a predatory grin as he presses soft kisses along my inner thigh. “All mine.”
All weekend he’s made statements like these. Caveman possessive claims. And each time, I melt when he says them.
I cry out when his mouth latches onto my pussy, sucking on all of it like a damn vacuum. My back arches up and I instantly reach for his hair, grabbing and tugging. A snarl escapes him—feral and starved—making me quiver with delight. The slurps and sucking sounds only turn me on more. All too easily, he sucks and licks me into an explosive orgasm.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I need inside you.”
I yelp as he manhandles me onto my stomach, dragging me to the edge where my ass is prone to him. He fiddles with his pants and then his monster dick is rubbing through my juices. We both groan when he pushes into me. My body accepts him easier this time, but I still wince at the stretch. Once he’s coated his dick with my arousal, he fucks me like a man possessed—hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping echoes loudly in the kitchen. I clutch onto the edge of the countertop, holding on for dear life. He’s fucking me at just the right angle that he rubs against my G-spot in way that has me gasping for air. All too soon, I’m shouting out his name as I come again.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, jerking his dick out of me so fast I cry out. “Fuck.”
He grips my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, and then presses the tip of his cock against my other hole. Since I threw my fit about birth control, he’s been careful to pull out each time. I’m already annoyed that I had to go and open my big damn mouth. I want nothing more than for him to come inside me again.
“That burns,” I whimper, tensing at the fire that assaults me there.
“I’m not going in all the way,” he rumbles. “Just leaving you a little gift.”
He’s so fucking filthy and yet I lie here letting him press his dick inside me a tiny bit just as it begins to pulse with his orgasm. Heat floods into the tight cavity, causing it to burn even more. I suck in a sharp breath when he inches forward some more. My God, he’s too fucking big to go there. And yet, I just let him have his dirty way with me.
“I’m going to stretch this pretty ass out soon so I can fuck you here.” He pulls out and I whimper. “If only you could see how goddamn hot your red asshole looks leaking out my cum. Fuck, Stormy. I’ll never get to work at this rate.”
He pulls me off the island and onto my feet. I stare at his lovely wet cock as he cleans it off with a paper towel and then stuffs the damn thing back into his boxers. Where I’m wrecked with cum leaking out of my ass, he looks too good all put together and ready to go catch bad guys.
“See you soon,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss that tastes like me across my lips.
“Aren’t you going to brush your teeth?” I say with a lifted brow.
“Fuck no,” he says with a grin. “I’m going to taste you all day long. How else do you expect me to get through the work day?”
All too soon, he’s out the door and his truck rumbles down the drive. A sense of loss quickly passes over me. I miss him and he’s not been gone three minutes.
I’m so screwed for this man.
For a brief moment, I consider the fact I’m finally a free woman. I could walk my ass to town and he’d never know. I’m not collared or cuffed. I can escape.
Hansel whines, cocking his head at me.
“Don’t worry, little man,” I assure him. “I’m not going anywhere. Daddy will miss me. Besides, I have work to do.”
I’m going to figure out what the hell Dragon is hiding and why.