Chapter Two #3
But that’s not what she needs. Not tonight anyway. Not when she’s seeking comfort from me. Hoping for a reminder that her past doesn’t matter. Only the present does. Whoever she was before she came to Vegas doesn’t matter anymore. Just like it doesn’t matter for me.
“Iris,” I rasp, breaking the kiss to trail my mouth over her jaw, moving up to brush my lips over the shell of her ear and making her shudder against me.
“Iris Turner. Precious and so goddamned beautiful.” My lips move back down, teasing hers even as I rock my cock against her pussy.
I lick the smooth column of her throat, nipping at her skin and drawing out her shudders.
“You don’t have to do this alone anymore. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”
I sink into the kiss, licking our tongues together with such feral need I’m afraid will scare her but she arches into me.
There is nothing soft and gentle in the way our mouths meet.
It’s wet and dirty. Obscene. My hand finds its way between us, sliding back under her top and palming her breasts, squeezing and fondling her over her bra.
She whines and writhes under me, arching into my touch, pushing up against my erection and driving me to madness.
“Ghost…oh my God!” she whimpers as I rock faster against her, chasing the sweet relief of an orgasm and I feel it climb up my spine, but goddamnit it all to hell if I’ll come in my jeans like a prepubescent teen discovering porn for the first time.
With a fevered moan, I release her and move down the couch, pushing her knees up and spreading them further apart to reveal her pink panties and the wet patch in the center.
When she tries to close her legs, my hands stay firm on hers.
“You asked me to touch you,” I grind, my voice rough even to my own ears.
Our eyes lock as I grab her panties and slowly tug them down her thighs, leaving them hanging at her ankles.
She flushes, the rosy pink of her cheeks turning apple red but she lets me strip her to reveal soft folds glistering with moisture.
“Fuck baby,” I curse out, licking my lips in anticipation.
“Let me comfort you. What happened tonight will be nothing but a distant memory when I’m done.
” She shivers when I run my hands up her thighs, crying out when I drag my thumb through her slit, her hips lifting off the couch.
“Tell me you trust me to take care of you.”
“I do,” she sobs, those pretty ocean blue eyes going dazed as I slide my thumb over her swelling clit. “I trust you…God!” Her back bows when I press hard over her clit, rubbing the berry in circles, watching as moisture floods her sex. My mouth waters with the need to taste her, and so, I do.
I pull my hands away and drop my face between her thighs, replacing my thumb with my tongue. The first taste of her arousal sends my head spinning. The sweetness of it leaves me intoxicated in ways alcohol never did. Never could.
With a fevered moan, I grip her thighs and sink deeper into the peachy scent of her, drawing my tongue over her parted flesh. She cries out, hips rising as I bat her clit in fast strokes. I’m a man hungry for her.
I’ve watched her work for six fucking months. Fought with my need for her, kept my fucking distance when all I really wanted was to sit her on one of those bar tables and ravage her like a madman. Hell, if I knew the heaven that lay between her legs, I probably would have.
And now that I do, I can’t stop.
“Ghost,” she sobs as I lick through the valley of her sex.
“Oh, God…that feels…Ghost!” A hand sweeps into my hair and grabs a fistful, yanking me hard against her.
I moan roughly as I close my lips around her clit and suction slowly before pressing my tongue to her entrance and raving at the bundle of nerves that surround it.
She sobs, writhes under me and tugs at my hair as I pleasure her.
As I pour months, if not years, of pent up need into her.
I sense her oncoming orgasm in her heaved breaths and in the way her thighs move restlessly.
I press a hand over her stomach to hold her down when she lifts her wet flesh to my mouth, rolling around to chase my tongue.
She paints her wetness over my mouth and chin until she’s the only thing I can think of.
Her scent. The soft feel of her against my lips.
Mine!
I close my mouth around her clit when her pussy begins to quiver, suckling hard at the bead.
She stills against me seconds before she comes with a sob, thighs shaking as violent tremors roll through her body.
She chants my name like a prayer as she comes apart and it’s a beauty to behold.
My tongue remains on her clit, raving at it through the orgasm and through the beautiful spasms that rock her body.
Iris is a sight to behold when I push back to look at her. Eyes closed and her face flushed. Her top is askew, exposing one breast with pebbled nipples pushing against the soft cotton. Her skirt is bunched around her waist with her panties hanging on her ankles.
I rise on my knees, eyes locked on her as I yank down my zipper and reach in to grab my aching cock, stroking myself as I watch her, lying there looking so goddamned sexy.
Her eyes snap open when I groan, those pretty blues dropping to the cock in my hand and I read the shock in her eyes when she sees the shaft in my hands. “Ghost…”
“No,” I growl, shaking my head when she starts to rise.
“Don’t move. I like you the way you are right now.
” All mussed up, with her pussy glistening from my saliva and her wetness.
I stroke my cock like a madman as I watch her, wishing I could snap a couple of pictures and keep them for myself. Always remember her like this.
“I can help,” she offers shyly, biting into her lip. “Do you want me to use my hands or my, um, mouth?”
I come with a grunt—before she even finishes asking—spraying a long stripe of white across her thighs and sex, stroking my cock faster and harder as I paint her with my seed.
Those pretty dazed eyes watch me as I unload my cum over her, groaning as the muscles in my stomach strain with every greedy spurt until I’ve milked every last drop out.
I reach out to rub it over her skin, in a lewd way to mark her as mine.
My breathing is labored, coming out in harsh pants and I wonder if I scare her.
I should.
For months, I’ve kept my distance and stewed alone. Convinced myself I was unworthy of someone so precious but now that I have touched her, there is no going back. I will not go back to watching her from afar and wanting her. She’s mine now. I’ll make sure of it!
“You’re tired,” I say, taking her hand and pulling her to sit up. “Why don’t we grab a shower and I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping tonight.”
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“With you?”
“Yes.”
“What about tomorrow?”
I climb off the couch and pull her to her feet before attacking her mouth with mine in a kiss meant to claim.
To possess. To mark. To distract her from the fact that she’s not just staying with me for the night or the period it’ll take to get rid of the cartel.
There will be no leaving. Ever. When I pull back, her eyes are dazed with lips swollen from the kiss and she doesn’t seem to remember her previous concerns.
Instead, she lets me guide her to the bathroom and later, to bed.
She falls asleep in my arms, the only place she’ll forever remain for as long as there’s breath in my lungs.