Pulse

Chapter 14

Dahlia

Troy’s lips twist, and for a split second, I worry he’ll mess with me or, even worse, start talking logic and nonsense.

I don’t have time for that today. I don’t want to hear it.

Our chemistry is going to explode sooner or later. It’s futile to deny it. It might as well be a controlled burn before it blows up in our faces. Not to mention—I’m horny as hell.

I gather my hair into a ponytail, hoping he answers quickly. I’m about to combust.

He lifts up and slips off his sweatpants.

“Come here,” he says, reaching for me.

I lay my palm in his and straddle him. I’m so wet I slide along his rock-hard shaft, hissing at the pressure against my throbbing clit. I want him inside me so bad.

“You’re a fucking vision,” he says, gripping my hips.

I run my hands across his shoulders and down his chest, committing every peak and valley of his muscles to memory.

He grins. “I don’t know what to do.”

I laugh at the bewildered look on his face. “That’s not what I thought you were going to say. But you’re lucky because I …”—I grind on top of his dick—“do.”

“Do I savor this moment? Or do I fuck the hell out of you?”

“That’s quite a conundrum. But I think I have a solution.”

He lifts his brows.

“Fuck me now,” I say, bringing his hands to my chest. He cups my breasts, holding their weight in his palms. “Savor me later.”

Troy rolls my nipples between his fingers. “This might ruin our working relationship.”

I hum as my eyes flutter closed. He thrusts against my soaked flesh, sending a wave of pleasure through me.

“You’ll be mine after this,” he says.

I look at him and smile, my heart filling with affection for this beautifully broken, good man.

“I’m pretty sure I’m already yours. It’s just that neither of us have admitted it yet.”

His sweet, soft grin is one I haven’t seen before. It’s one I’d do anything to see again. And to know that I’m the one who put it there—that he trusts me enough to show me—means the world.

He cups the sides of my face and lowers me to him.

And I melt.

His soft lips move slowly against mine, sending a shiver through my body. His tongue slides past my lips and sweeps lazily through my mouth.

He pulls away, brushing my hair away from my face.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he says, peering up at me. “Now, are you ready to get fucked?”

A crack of thunder snaps through the air, followed by a streak of lightning that lights up the room.

“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”

He lifts me and grabs his cock. “I like a woman with manners.”

The tip parts my folds and dips into my wetness. I hover above it, holding my breath, feeling the anticipation reach a frenzied crescendo.

My thighs are sticky. Sweat coats my skin. I can feel the heat of my pussy as it begs to be opened and filled with his cock.

Thunder ricochets through the air as Troy’s fingertips dig into my waist. It’s not a gentle grip—it burns.

Our gazes collide. Troy’s eyes are as wild as mine. A coy smile dusts his lips.

“Ride this dick.” He guides me down, filling my pussy as I take him deep inside me. “Just like that. Do you feel yourself getting stretched?”

“Fuck, yes.” I blow out a shaky breath, ending it with a laugh. “I’m afraid to move. I might come already.”

“This shall be a lesson in restraint for both of us then because you feel so good, so tight, so wet that I could blow inside you right now.”

The desire in his eyes ratchets up my need for him another notch. To know this man wants me this badly is the biggest turn-on—ever.

I start to ride him, working a slow, methodical circle on his cock. He hisses a breath, groaning as I shift in the other direction.

“My God,” he says, palming my tits.

I grin, adding a little lift to the motion. “I take it that you like this.”

He hums, rubbing my pebbled nipples with his thumbs.

“You feel so good inside me, Troy,” I say, grinding on him. I lean back, gripping his legs to hold me up, and continue to move. “I can feel the ridges of your cock and the swollen head. It’s fucking amazing.”

He rubs my clit with just the right amount of pressure, gripping my ass with his other hand. Each movement sends a burst of flames through my core. Each flame brings me closer to the orgasm that’s just beyond my reach.

“I want to watch you come just like this,” he says. “I want to watch your pussy pulse and those fucking tits bounce. I want to watch your face as you fall apart for me.”

“Well, keep doing that,” I groan, “and you’ll get your wish.”

“I’ve already gotten my wish, Doll. This is just a bonus.”

I can’t take it.

“You’re starting to shake,” he says, increasing the pressure on my sensitive bud. “Are you going to come for me?”

“Yes.”

The first waves lick at my core, warning me of the tsunami about to hit. I hesitate, whimpering as I prepare myself for what’s to come.

“Don’t stop,” he says, lifting his hips into me. “Ride this all the way out.”

The buildup comes fast and strong. The orgasm crashes over me, sending wave after wave of pleasure flooding my body.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Troy says as if he’s in awe.

I cry out as the climax hits, yelling his name so loud that it echoes through the house.

“There you go,” he says, holding me down against him and fucking me from below. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I say through clenched teeth. “It’s so good. So … fucking good.”

I whine as the sensation slows, and I drift back to earth. My thighs burn. My arms shake, nearly giving out. I struggle to sit up again with Troy still rock hard inside me.

His smirk is decadent. “How do you feel?”

I do a quick assessment. But instead of feeling the burn in my thighs and the weakness in my arms, I feel a flicker of desire deep in my belly.

I lean forward and press a kiss to the center of his lips. He threads his fingers through my hair and holds me in place.

The kiss is smooth, decadent, and totally unrushed. It starkly contrasts with the flurry and power of the previous moments.

He breaks the kiss. I lean back and then climb off him.

“Oof,” I groan, my pussy aching. Before I can get my wits about me, Troy grabs my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed.

His eyes are dark, maybe even a little dangerous in the sexiest, most carnal way. The small bloom of desire blossoms into full-blown need.

The sweetness of his kiss and the consideration of the first round are nowhere to be seen. This Troy is different. This Troy is about to fuck me hard. And I am absolutely here for it.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he says.

My insides quiver as I do as I’m told.

“Look at this ass,” he says, spreading my cheeks with his hands.

I laugh. “Nothing’s going in this ass. Let’s be clear.”

He strikes his hand against the center of one cheek, and the smack rings through the room.

My eyes open wide as the sting bites through my core, leaving me wanting more.

His thumb presses against my puckered hole.

“Troy,” I say, my body clenching. “Don’t.”

“I won’t. Yet.”

“Or ever.”

“We’ll see.”

I laugh, but the sound is stolen by a moan as his finger slides through my slit. “Fuck.”

“One of these days, I’m going to taste you,” he says, inserting one, then two fingers inside me. “I’m going to bury my face in this sweet little cunt and make you come all over my face.”

I tremble, my breath shaking as it releases from my lungs.

“But right now, I want to bury myself inside you,” he says, massaging my ass with one hand. “I want to feel you clenching around me. I want to know how deep I can go.”

“Let’s do it.”

He chuckles, popping his palm against my backside again. This time, I yelp. He immediately rubs the spot and then presses a kiss against it.

My arms go weak. My head dangles between them. I don’t know if it’s the belated effect of the orgasm, the anticipation of what’s to come, or the adrenaline that makes me so wobbly.

He grips my hips and presses against my pussy. Before I can prepare myself, he slides into me without mercy.

“Dammit,” I yell, my eyes bulging.

“You said you wanted fucked.”

“Ah!”

He slams into me so hard that I nearly fall face-first into the mattress. Each stroke is a tease—the satisfaction of being filled by his cock, followed by the anticipation of it returning. Over and over and over.

This is my favorite form of fucking—being pounded so deeply that there’s no room to think about anything else.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asks, gripping me so hard I wince.

“Yes.”

“Can you feel my cock throbbing? That’s just for you. God, you make me so fucking hard.” He growls, the sound prickling my skin. “Arch your back for me, Doll.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, tears gathering in the corners from the intensity. “Fuck me harder.”

He chuckles, grabbing my ponytail and wrapping it around his hand. Then he tugs my head backward.

My scalp stings. My pussy throbs. My thoughts are gloriously suspended, only able to focus on the pleasure overtaking my body.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he says. “I love how you take this dick.”

I whimper as I arch my back for him, causing my ass to lift—and allowing Troy to bury himself even deeper.

“Just like that,” I say, barely able to get the words out of my parched throat. I lick my lips. “Oh, my God.”

“Tell me what you want,” he says, grinding his cock into me. “Have you had enough? Or do you want more?”

I’m clinging to reality, dangling on the precipice of another orgasm. This one, I already know, will be all I can handle.

“Come in me,” I say as he yanks on my ponytail again. “I want to feel you blow as deep as you can get. Let me feel how much you want me.”

“Fucking hell.”

He lets go of my hair and grips my waist again. It takes no time for him to find a rhythm and less time for my orgasm to find me.

I close my eyes, panting in anticipation of the surge rising from my core. It’s a wave coming in hot—and there’s no stopping it. There’s no controlling it. There’s nothing I can do but let it ravage me.

“I’m going to come,” I say, my body beginning to quicken.

He cracks my ass sharply—and that does it. That’s what I needed.

“Troy!” I scream as I fall apart.

My elbows bend, my shoulders fall toward the mattress. My sight is cut off by a burst of glittered colors that drift through the air.

He holds me up, bouncing me off his cock before he finally buries himself to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he groans, his body shaking behind me. He pulls out and then slowly slides back in. “Motherfucker.”

My pussy is on fire, squeezing his cock, milking it for every last drop of cum.

“That feels so good,” I say, my head spinning. I want to cry, it feels so amazing.

He sags against me for a moment, rubbing his hand tenderly across my ass.

“Are you okay?” he asks softly.

“You could say that.”

He pulls out of me much easier than he went into me. Then he guides me to the mattress.

I lie on my stomach with my cheek pressed against the mattress. I’m unsure if I could pick my head up if I wanted to.

He lies beside me and brushes my hair out of my face.

“You never stop amazing me,” he says, grinning. “I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Do I look okay?” I ask, the words muffled by the bed.

He chuckles. “You look gorgeous, but that wasn’t the question.”

I suck up the spit in my mouth and lift my head. “Yes. I’m actually really fucking great right now, although it might take me a minute to find the use of my legs.”

“How about this. I’ll fill the tub with a bubble bath. When it’s ready, I’ll carry you to it.”

My heart swells.

This is the Troy I suspected was buried under those layers of grumpiness. He’s a sweet, kind man who isn’t quite as hard as he makes himself out to be. But that’s okay. I know he’s there. And as long as he feels safe enough with me to be this way, that’s all that matters.

“Only if you’ll get in with me,” I say, smiling at him.

His face lights up. “Deal.”

Who said you can’t have dessert at the beginning of the day? If I’m lucky, I might get an afternoon snack, too.