Chapter 9 #3
I headed slowly toward the garage, where I heard the quiet strains of a rock song coming from the radio, when suddenly the door flew open, and a tattooed arm shot out, grabbed my elbow, and hauled me inside so forcefully that the plastic container I held the biscuits in flew out of my hand and bounced off the ground.
Pagan shoved me against the wall, his nose inhaling deeply as he ran it from my jaw to my temple. “Undo your jeans,” he rasped.
“Are you crazy?” I whisper-shouted, placing his beer on the open toolbox beside the car. “My mam’s a stone’s throw away.”
“Give a fuck,” he muttered, his fingers furiously unzipping my fly. “Bet you’re already fuckin’ soaked for me. Bet your tight little virgin cunt’s throbbin’ for my attention.”
He wasn’t wrong. My tight little virgin cunt had been throbbing for his attention since he kissed my head in Mam’s kitchen and told me he missed me.
Before I could turn and run, Pagan shoved my jeans and panties down my legs, then picked me up by the waist and dropped me onto the hood of Mam’s car.
My boots were across the garage within seconds, my jacket and top soon following them.
Then I was stark naked, watching open-mouthed as Pagan’s huge body nestled between my thighs and his massive hand cupped my cheek, tilting my face up to his.
Black fathomless eyes roamed my face, as if he was seeing me for the first time, and he rumbled, “Hi.”
“How the hell am I naked?” I breathed, my eyes rounding with shock. I tried to shove him away so I could get down and put my clothes on, “You’ve got a fucking nerve—”
His lips crushed mine, forcing them open, then he moaned down my throat while he ate at me like a starved man.
Sharp teeth nipped at my lower lip, making me gasp as his raw hunger filled my mouth.
Instinctively, my thighs clamped tight around his jean-clad hips while my hands scrambled along his neck and shoulders, desperate to pull him closer and feel even a fraction of the heat rolling from his body.
Pagan’s tongue plundered, devouring me until my lungs burned.
He palmed the back of my skull, his lips going harder and his tongue deeper.
He groaned, like the guttural sound was being pulled from some deep, animalistic place, and his hands lowered to spread my knees even wider, pressing my naked ass against the cold steel of my mam’s car while he ground his denim-covered cock against my exposed skin.
He pulled back until our lips were barely touching and our breaths mingled as they sawed into each other. “I’ve dreamed of this mouth, Dubheasa. Not havin’ you drove me insane all week.”
My full body shiver was nothing to do with the cold, and everything to do with Pagan, but still he buried his face in my throat and rasped, “Jesus. You’re fuckin’ freezin’.”
“I’m not,” I whispered. “I never feel cold when I’m in your arms.”
Pagan stilled, his eyes locking with mine, for once, letting me see everything inside.
I smiled.
His palm pressed against my breastbone, and he pushed me backward. “Lie down, baby. I’m hungry.”
“There are biscuits in the container,” I blurted out.
He grinned big, his white teeth flashing. “That’s not what I’m hungry for.”
That was when I understood, and my face burned. “We—I—Not here. Jesus, Aiden, my mam could walk in.” He pushed harder until I was forced onto my back. “Pagan—” I began, but he was already throwing a leg over his shoulder before doing the same to the other.
“Sshh, baby. We gotta be quick.”
“Oh my God,” I whispered, pulling up until I rested back on my elbows, watching as he landed a soft kiss against my sensitive skin.
“You waxed,” he muttered. “Who did it?”
Without thinking, I told him, “Tristan.”
His hand came up, and he slapped my pussy hard.
I let out a yelp, my heart hammering as I studied Pagan’s rage-filled expression. “Never again,” he rasped. “Women or nothin’.”
“He’s gay,” I protested. “He’s seeing Cruise.”
“Women or nothin’!” he repeated, louder that time.
I stared down at him and nodded.
“Good girl,” he crooned, his face softening again. “Your cunt belongs to me, Ash. You belong to me. You could run to the ends of the Earth, but I’ll always hunt you down.” He stared up at me, the savagery in his face sending a thrill through my stomach as it tightened with need for him.
My fingers rested on his head, my nails scratching his skull softly. He hummed in the back of his throat, his eyes closing blissfully before he leaned forward and inhaled my core.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
He grinned at my words, then he buried his face in my pussy and began to devour me.
My hips bowed off the hood, and I whimpered at the sensations rippling through my belly. The pleasure was unlike anything I’d ever felt, and instinctively, I began to ride his face.
His hard licks, moans, and tiny sucking bites sent shockwaves through my thighs. My knees shook, and my belly quivered as I felt goose bumps flicker over every inch of my body. His eyes lifted to lock with mine again, holding my gaze hostage as he sucked my clit and hummed around it.
“Aiden,” I whispered. “What if someone walks in?”
His eyes glinted, and his tongue worked my clit. Then, he slid a finger inside and gently began to move it in and out. The last time he used his fingers inside me, it hurt, but this time, it felt beautiful.
My pussy squeezed and pulsed, and I moaned and whimpered as I watched him flatten his tongue and use it to work my clit. I grabbed his head and held him to me, softly urging him on.
He fucked me with his tongue and used his fingers to circle my clit, his eyes never leaving mine. My hips bucked, and I let out a soft cry as my orgasm hit me out of nowhere.
My body writhed as the waves of pleasure ricocheted through me, and I pressed against his face, trying to find purchase.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “Fuck, baby.”
He raised his head and stood straight, his body nestling back between my legs. Strong fingers worked my clit, rubbing me gently through my climax. My back arched, and I whimpered as I reached my peak before slowly beginning to come back down to Earth.
The sound of his zipper tore through the garage, and I looked down to see him take out his cock and begin to stroke it against my pussy.
“Want that wet on me, baby,” he rumbled, sliding the head of his cock through my folds.
I opened my legs wider to give him better access, and a muscle ticked in his jaw, his strokes getting harder and faster. “I wanna mess you up.”
My hand reached down, and I touched the tip of his big, velvety cock, my fingers trailing around the smooth head as he furiously fisted himself and ordered, “Sit up.” He helped me straighten and grabbed my hand, wrapping it snugly around his cock and covering it with his own while urging, “Hold me tight. Don’t be gentle. ”
I gripped his cock tightly, and we moved our hands together. I didn’t have any experience with this kind of thing, but he seemed huge. I couldn’t help wondering how it would feel thrusting inside me, and my pussy clenched at the thought.
“Fuck, Ash,” he rasped, his voice so husky that it sent a shiver down my spine.
“I want to watch,” I demanded softly.
He shuffled back so I could cast my gaze down at his big, swollen dick, and I murmured, “You’re beautiful, Aiden.”
Pagan’s breathing sped up, and his forehead rested on mine as he rubbed his cock against my pussy.
I stroked him harder, murmuring soft words of encouragement as a drop of pre-cum splashed on the soft skin of my pussy. I was mesmerized by the feral look in his eyes, the way his big, hard body jerked, and how nothing else existed outside the space between us.
His hand clamped down over mine, squeezing my fingers tight and speeding up my rhythm, while low guttural grunts escaped his throat. The thick hot rush of his cum painted my hand, my thighs, and my pussy, and a fierce sense of victory sparked inside my soul at the way he came undone for me.
My cheeks burned, but I wasn’t embarrassed. All I felt was a sense of satisfaction, like I’d claimed something wild and rare. Something just for me.
Pagan’s hand released my fingers, and I let go of his still-hard cock before we both raised our gazes, then our eyes locked together, and his chest rumbled with one word.
“Mine.”