Chapter Three #3
“You sound off, are you crying in there?” The door knob twists and turns but it doesn’t open. “The door is locked, let me in.”
“I’m fine!” I call out, eyes rolling back when Ghost’s tongue rubs at my clit. “I promise.”
“Hey, maybe what I said earlier wasn’t the best advice. Are you sure you’re okay?”
No Christ, no. I’m not okay. “Yeah,” I choke out, trying hard not to moan when Ghost starts sliding his finger gently in and out of me while his tongue bathes my clit in light strokes that send delicious sparks of heat up my spine.
“Sorry, Tracey. I just need a few more minutes, then I’ll come help you. ”
“The crowd has slowed down a bit so take your time.”
“Okay, thanks!”
I wait to hear her footsteps fade away before releasing my hand from my mouth.
His mouth closes hard around my clit in rough suction that sends me right off the edge.
I come with a sob, pleasure flooding through me so intensely it borders on pain.
My sex cinches hard around his thrusting finger and my back bows off the table.
And when his digit makes that motion again, I cry out as moisture sprays out of me, a whole lot of it, and onto his face, but he doesn’t seem horrified.
Instead, there’s a wicked grin on his face when he pushes up my body, settling back between my legs.
“That was so fucking hot.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, mortified and uncertain of why my body reacted as it did. “I don’t know—”
“I want to see it happen again,” he rasps, brushing his lips over mine. He jerks my leg around his waist and I gasp when I feel his shaft press against my damp feminine flesh. “I want you to squirt all over my cock this time.”
I’ve wanted this for so long. Maybe it should scare me a little but I’ve watched him from afar for so long. I don’t want to wait anymore. I can’t! Not when life feels so fragile. Not when there are men out there hunting me.
“Take me,” I whisper, scooting closer until I’m on the edge of the table, a little more and I’ll fall off, but I don’t care, I know Ghost will catch me.
“Look at you, dripping for my cock. Begging for it in a room that anyone could walk into and see you panting for me to fuck you.” His hands move to grip my waist, holding me up as he inches the blunt crown of his shaft against my entrance. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Then ask for it. I want them to hear you beg for my cock.”
“Please, please,” I sob, dazed, every inch of my body aching for him. “Please, Ghost. Take me. Want to feel you inside of me—”
I cry out at the sharp pinch of pain when he slaps forward, burying his thick girth inside of me. I expect the pain to last, brace for the moment to be painful, but the initial sting fades into a dull throb.
And then it sets in that we’re one. Him inside of me. The man I’ve wanted more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
“Fuck! Are you okay, baby?” he rasps, his mouth brushing my temple, cheek and then lips. “How does it feel—”
“Kiss me,” I whimper, sliding my hands up his torso and his shoulders before linking them behind his neck. “Kiss me, Ghost.”
And he does. His grip tightens on me as his mouth moves hotly over mine.
I whimper into the kiss, feeling incredibly vulnerable as he starts rolling his hips, gently pulling out before sliding back in, slowly stroking his cock into me before I start leaning into him.
Pushing up to meet his thrusts. Our lips pant against each other as his pace quickens, that hard cock squelching in and out of me.
“Goddamnit, gioia mia,” he pants against my lips.
“You have no idea how fucking good you feel. Tell me you can feel it too.”
“Yes,” I whimper, holding him tightly against me. Unwilling to let go in case he disappears as his name suggests. I can’t lose him. Or this. I need him too much. He’s the only person who has ever made me feel safe.
“Mine,” he growls as he hammers into me, angling the base of his cock to saw wetly against my clit with every thrust. I cry out at the pleasure that shoots through my body with a threat of yet another orgasm so soon.
No. I don’t want this to end. “Fuck, baby!” he heaves when my hold tightens around him, pushing into him with need to feel the warmth of his body. The pleasure it offers mine.
“Harder,” I moan, burying my face in his neck and rocking forward into me. “Take me harder. Faster.”
“You undo me, Iris,” he growls even as his hands tighten on my hip and his thrusts turn brutal.
He drives hard and fast into me, making me scream.
There’s no doubt that my voice carries outside the room but I find that I don’t care who hears.
I can’t think beyond the sheer brutality of his thrusts, the way he pounds into me, taking me hard and fast. Claiming me as he vowed he would.
Mine!
As much as I am his.
“Close,” I sob, clawing at his back as I feel the pressure threaten to explode. “So close, Ghost… Oh God!”
“Come for me, gioia mia.” His hand drops between us and finds my clit, rubbing it in firm circles as he hammers into me.
I scream as the climax tears through me and everything in me shakes.
I feel the delicious pleasure that bursts between us spread to the tips of my toes, making them curl.
I bury my face in his neck, sobbing as his shaft drills into me, faster and harder, drawing out my orgasm until I’m certain I’m going to die from the intensity of it.
“Fuck, fuck baby. Fuuuuck!” he growls into my neck as he thrusts into me, driving hard and deep like an animal giving into his baser needs.
He pumps once then twice before his entire body shudders against mine.
He comes with a deep groan and I feel his warm release.
Along with every shudder that rolls through his body.
I soak in his moans as he rocks into me, his cock jerking as he buries his seed deep into my womb.
His breathing is jagged when he collapses against me and it’s a wonder we both don’t roll down to the floor.
I slide my hands into his hair as much to soothe the tremors rolling through his body as to keep the connection.
“No one has ever made me feel like you do,” I whisper, dropping my shoulder onto his shoulder.
“I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Iris. Never wanted to touch a woman as badly as I want to touch you.”
It’s not a love confession but Christ, why does it feel like one? Do I want it to be? Maybe. I’ve only known this man for a week. Well, longer than that but before the incident with Víboras Gemelas, Ghost and I never spoke. And now, we’re sneaking into private lounges to have sex.
What happens when it all comes to an end. Will he still want me?
I try to push out the thought as Ghost helps me off the table.
We try to clean up as best as we can before he accompanies me to the ladies’ bathroom and waits outside as I try to make myself as presentable as possible.
After all, I have a shift to finish. I notice the love bites on my neck as I stare into the bathroom mirror.
I don’t remember getting those. It’s clear ownership and I can tell he did it intentionally.
If the people inside didn’t hear us having sex, then the love bites will be enough to announce his claim.