Chapter Twenty
Pike
Torture. Pure fucking torture.
Chloe was warm and soft in my arms, her lips pressed against my chest like she belonged there and her soft tits flush against my body.
I hadn’t meant to stay with her all night, hadn’t meant to fall asleep with my body curled around hers. I only came to check on her when she let out that god awful scream, at first thinking the fucking Ghost Riders had returned, but I realized soon enough she was alone.
It was her dreams making her scream like she was being ripped apart by demons from hell.
She slept like the dead. Her breaths were long and even, her legs tangled with mine and one hand rested low on my stomach.
Too fucking low while also not low enough.
Every shift of her body made her fingers drift lower and then higher, a teasing dance that had me too fucking hard to sleep.
Still, I knew what I was here for, so I gritted my teeth and watched the ceiling until my cock decided to go back to sleep.
After we’d had sex the other night, I’d been craving her like crazy but tried to push down those thoughts.
With everything going on right now, the last thing either of us needed was complications.
And life had gotten fucking complicated.
Staying with her like this wasn’t protection.
It wasn’t duty either.
It was something else, and it had me all fucked up.
I should’ve left the second she calmed down, that’s what a smart man would’ve done.
But then the nightmare tried to make a return and like the goddamn fool I was, I let my touch soothe her.
How the fuck could I ignore those scared whimpers and the way she clung to me like she needed me?
Like I was the only anchor she had in this crumbling world?
I couldn’t, so I stayed, letting my touch guide her back to sleep.
That’s when I should’ve gone back upstairs to my room and left her to rest.
But I didn’t and now she was waking up, stretching her body and moaning softly. Soft, satisfied sounds that had my cock taking notice. Her hand swept across the waistband of my pants, the heat of her touch made me shiver.
She froze as if she just realized what she was doing, but only for a second before her fingertips traced up the middle of my abs, racing the lines that separated each muscle in slow, lazy moves like we did this all the fucking time.
I cleared my throat, hoping that would stop the torture.
It didn’t.
“Chloe.”
“Hmm,” she asked, her fingers still moved. Her touch still electrified me.
“What are you doing?”
She shifted on the sofa to look at me. Her green eyes were sleepy but clear and focused, the haunted look from last night was gone completely. “You feel good,” she said quietly, almost like it was a secret.
She refused to look at me, which suited me just fine because I couldn’t look away from her.
Hell, I couldn’t move as her fingers continued the dance along my chest and abs.
She teased me all over with feather-light strokes around my pecs, over the ridges of my abs and back down to my waistband.
She circled my belly button and brushed the back of her hands up and down my sides.
The moves were intimate and unhurried. They were fucking deadly to my self-control.
“You’re so hard. Everywhere.” The words sounded like awe mixed with a moan. “Toned and solid. Capable.”
My jaw clenched and my eyes slammed shut. This woman was going to kill me. Fuck the Ghost Riders, the cause of death would be this tiny wisp of a woman currently torturing me.
I wanted her more than I wanted my next breath.
Whatever she wanted I was down for, so I stayed like I was, relaxed other than the desire that pulsed through my body.
I couldn’t forget the shit she’d revealed about her marriage, about the fact that she was beaten and tortured into submission, trained to please and to fear.
It haunted me and I couldn’t bear being another man she feared so I stayed there and let her explore.
Torture.
She pressed her lips to the space between my chest muscles. Flicked a tongue across one nipple and then the other. She licked my abs and then lower, dragging her tongue across my hipbones while she yanked at my pants.
My cock sprang free, and she gasped, gripping it immediately and squeezing, testing out what worked for me.
I hissed out a breath with her name on it. “Chloe.”
She looked up at me, biting her bottom lip with her brows drawn into a frown. “You want me to stop?”
“Fuck no,” I growled. “I like you touching me.”
Her smile was soft but more confident that seconds before.
“Okay.” She slid down until she was on the floor and my sweats rested at my ankles.
Her hands rested on my thighs before sliding up to grip my cock again with both hands.
Her touch was reverent, like she was studying me, trying to figure me out.
Her eyes flicked up, gauging my reaction before she leaned in and kissed the tip.
“Jesus, fuck,” I groaned, burying a hand in her hair.
She wrapped her lips around me and every coherent thought flew out the fucking window and jumped into the lake.
Chloe’s soft lips were eager to learn and more eager to please.
She wrapped those plump lips around the head of my cock and slid them down slowly, so achingly slowly I resisted the urge to pump into her mouth.
She finally made it to the base of my cock with a growl before swallowing around me.
“Fuck yes, Chloe.”
She inhaled deeply and when she exhaled, she moaned as she took me in over and over, slowly and deeply.
Every drag of her lips and tongue over my cock had my hips jerking wildly.
She moaned again and flicked her tongue out against my balls, a lethal move that shot fire through my body.
My grip tightened in her hair, and she froze.
Big, fearful green eyes met mine. “Did I do something wrong?”
I shook my head and loosened my grip. “Fuck no. If you do it any more right, I’m gonna cover that pretty throat of yours in my come.”
She studied me quietly for a long minute, her smile grew slow as fuck until it was so big and so bright it damn near slayed me. “Okay,” she said simply, gripping my cock again and taking him to the back of her throat.
She moaned.
She groaned.
She hummed her pleasure with every pass of her lips and her tongue.
She was fucking enjoying sucking my cock and that knowledge pushed me right to the edge. She flicked her tongue out again, sliding up my balls and holy fuck I went off like a goddamn rocket, fast and hard. Long spurts of my orgasm splashed in her mouth, and she never released me.
Never let me go.
I pushed up on my elbows, eager to see the way she drank me down. Her green eyes were wide open, watching me in wicked fascination as she swallowed every drop, still sucking me until I was limp in her mouth and shivering. “Holy fuck, Chloe!”
A beat later she smiled up at me and licked her lips. “Good?”
I stared at that impish smile, totally fucking wrecked by this woman. “Come here,” I commanded, my voice a low growl.
Like the good girl she was, Chloe got to her feet and stood beside me on the sofa.
“Lose the shorts. Now.”
She blinked and then did it.
“Perfect,” I growled, grabbing her by the waist and dragging her up my chest until her pussy was close enough for me to breathe in her arousal.
“What are you doing?” her back arched when I flicked my tongue out, barely grazing her clit. “Oh!” Her head fell and she arched her back.
“Show me what you like Chloe.” The only thing I wanted to do was make her come exactly how she needed to.
She looked down at me with a sad frown. “I don’t know what I like.”
Somehow those six words were like an arrow to my cock and he shot straight up, back to life. “Now is the perfect time to figure it out.”
Her breath hitched and her gaze darkened. She wanted this but she was scared.
I palmed her ass cheeks and pulled her right up against my mouth, licking her slit from opening to clit, smiling at the way she pushed against me. Her thighs trembled almost immediately, and I backed off, giving her longer, slower licks that drove her higher and higher.
“Pike,” she moaned and rolled her hips against my tongue. “Oh. My!” she gasped when I sucked on her clit.
When I fucked her with my tongue, the last of her control and her fear vanished and her hips began to rock against my face in search of more pressure and more friction. “That’s it,” I moaned against her. “Take it.”
A whimper escaped her lips, but she held me tighter and fucked my face harder and faster.
She was an absolute wildcat.
Hotter than the flames of hell.
I devoured her like she was my first meal after a year of starvation. I teased her until she couldn’t stand it, smiling as I damn near drowned in her juices.
She breathed heavier.
Her hips moved faster.
And then a soft cry left her lips as her body shook with her orgasm, shuddering against my mouth even as she tried to put distance between my tongue and her sensitive pussy.
But her hips bucked right into me, and I lapped her up, sucking her clit and showing her exactly what she needed. What she liked.
“Pike!” she squealed and then collapsed forward, breathing heavy and laughing. “Holy hell.”
I laughed but her sweet pussy was still right there, and I wasn’t satisfied. Not yet. I held her to me and sucked on her clit, sliding one finger into her until she surprised herself by coming again.
“My. God.”
I laughed, pressing a kiss to her pussy before she slid down my body and rested on top of me. “Yeah. That was fucking incredible.”
She pulled back and stared down at me. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “Hell yeah, I had to stop myself from holding your hair and fucking that sexy mouth of yours.”
Heat flared in her gaze. “Would you like that?”
My cock twitched between us, and she giggled. “Is that answer enough?”
She grinned again. “I might like it if, you know, you promised to stop if I needed to.”
I stroked her back without thinking, my fingers gliding up and down her spine, enjoying the way she shivered, and her eyes slid closed. Because of me. “It only feels good knowing that sucking me off is getting you off.”
“But I didn’t come from sucking you off.”
“True, but your pussy was so wet I know that sucking my cock turned you on.”
She shivered. “The sounds you made, they were, um… effective.” Her hips pushed against mine and she gasped at the solid rod she found between us. “Pike?”
“What can I say, having you ride my face also gets me off.”
She sat up and dragged her wet pussy across my cock with a low moan. Over and over she did that, throwing her head back as desire overcame her again. It was a gorgeous fucking sight. “Is this okay?”
I gripped her hips and held her against me, giving her more pressure. “Fuck, yes.”
It took seconds before Chloe came again, coating my cock in her honey. And like a goddamn teenager, I came again all over her thighs, her cunt, and my stomach. “Wow,” she breathed in my ear when she collapsed on top of me.
“If one of us doesn’t leave, I’m going to spend all day buried inside you.”
Chloe shivered. “That sounds so tempting.” Her body shook again.
“Really tempting,” she groaned and rocked her hips one last time before she slid away.
“Thank you. Just… thanks.” She turned and walked away, oblivious that my gaze was glued to her fine form as she climbed the stairs and disappeared from view.