14. BELLA
14
BELLA
T his was a mistake. Chris was everything I ever wanted, and he was the one who could destroy me completely.
The gala was supposed to be a business arrangement, being his date was just a favor.
But when he kissed me like that, everything I thought I’d decided, the walls I’d thought I’d built for the evening, crumbled and I was raw and vulnerable all over again.
Well done, Bella.
Chris broke the kiss, breathing hard, and he cupped my cheeks, looking into my eyes. Then he took my hand and led me through the yacht to the luxury suites. He opened the door to what I assumed was his suite and kicked it shut behind him, mouth on mine again.
He pressed me against the wall and kissed me deeply. His hands roamed my body as his lips trailed kisses down my neck, and I groaned, tangling my hands in his hair.
Chris pulled away, looking at me with a smirk. He unzipped the back of my dress, peeling the sleeves off and the shimmering silky material slipped down my body, pooling around my golden heels. I stepped out of it, and he grinned, his eyes raking over my nearly naked body.
I bit my lip, and he grabbed my hips, kissing me hard. My lips parted, allowing him entrance, and our tongues danced together.
His belt resisted my touch before coming loose, allowing me to reach inside his pants. He shrugged out of his tuxedo jacket and yanked off his bowtie, tossing them both to the side without caring where it landed.
The button of his pants popped open beneath my fingers, and then his zipper. Heat met my palm as I reached into his boxers and began to stroke his already-hard length.
He groaned, pulling me against him, and I kissed down his jawline. He tilted his head back, his eyes fluttering shut.
“God, Bell,” he groaned while I pumped my hand up and down his shaft. “You drive me so fucking crazy.”
He kissed me again, pressing his body against me, so I pulled my hand out of his pants. He undid my bra and pulled it off my shoulders before he kissed my naked breasts. He nibbled and kissed the delicate skin before he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair, and he moved to my other nipple, repeating the action, tongue flicking, mouth claiming.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, looking up at me. His hands trailed down my back and grabbed my ass, massaging it while he sucked on me, kissing, scraping his teeth over me enough to make me shiver.
He traveled lower, down my stomach, his stubble tickling my sensitive skin. When he reached the waistband of my panties, he sank to his knees, fingers hooking the fabric and tugging it down my thighs. His gaze locked on mine, dark with hunger, as he slowly revealed my sex. He kissed up the inside of one thigh and down the other, and I shivered again.
“Chris,” I whispered.
“Shh,” he replied, and then he looked at me. “Hold on to something.”
He wrapped his arms around my thighs and pulled me towards him. Then his tongue lapped at my slit, and I moaned, my knees shaking. He licked the length of me before sucking my clit into his mouth, and I grabbed the back of an armchair that stood close by.
He pushed his tongue inside me, and I cried out, throwing my head back. My thighs trembled, and he sucked and licked and nibbled on my pussy, sending pleasure rippling through me.
“Oh, Chris,” I gasped.
He groaned, and the vibration only added to the intense pleasure I felt. He swirled his tongue around my clit, and I panted, my knees weakening.
Chris seemed to know I couldn’t hold myself up, so he lifted one leg over his shoulder, giving me stability, and continued to lap at my sex. His attention to my clit shot jolts of pure pleasure through me, and I cried out, tugging at his hair as he pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, and he sped up his actions, sucking on me, licking and nibbling and driving me wild.
He slipped a finger into my tight channel, and I gasped, squeezing around him as he curled his finger and pumped his hand while his tongue and mouth worked their magic on my clit. I couldn’t hold back the moans that escaped me.
He pressed a second finger to my opening, and I whimpered, but when he pushed it inside me, stretching me, I groaned, and the pleasure sent me over the edge.
My orgasm rolled through me like thunder, and my whole body shook and quivered as the ecstasy filled me. My mind was wiped clean, and all that existed was this feeling of pure euphoria.
“Fuck, Bell,” Chris whispered, and his fingers slowed. “You’re so beautiful when you do that.”
I panted, catching my breath, and I let go of the back of the chair. “You’re the one doing it,” I gasped.
Chris chuckled, looking up at me with a glistening mouth.
“And you’re wearing too many clothes,” I added.
I tugged at his collar, and he stood. I found the buttons and undid them one by one, slowly revealing his chiseled chest. I ran my fingers through his chest hair and kissed his bare skin. He groaned, and I pushed his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall away. I traced my hands lower and tugged his pants down his legs.
I knelt and looked up at him. He stared down at me, and I tugged his boxers down his legs. His erection sprang free, and he groaned as I took it in my hand.
I kissed the tip, swirling my tongue around him and he gasped.
“Bell,” he breathed.
I swirled my tongue around him again before wrapping my lips around his length and taking him as far as I could. My hand followed the movement, stroking him in tandem as I sucked and licked.
He groaned, burying his hands in my hair. I pumped my hand and bobbed my head, taking him as deep as I could until he hit the back of my throat. I moaned, and his grip on my hair tightened. He was getting closer, but I didn’t want him to finish yet. I wanted so much more of him before this was over.
I pulled away and stood, and he crushed his mouth against mine. Our tongues tangled and his hands roamed my naked body.
I pushed him back until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and then I gave him a gentle shove.
Chris sat down, and I pushed him so that he lay down.
I climbed on top of him, straddling him. He held onto my hips and rubbed his cock against my dripping wet pussy, shivering as the tip of him brushed against my clit, sensitive after the first orgasm.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked, and he nodded.
“Nightstand, top drawer.”
I leaned over, and he kissed my breasts. I groaned, and his lips moved up my neck to suck on my earlobe. I moaned, and he nibbled my skin, making me tremble.
I managed to open the nightstand, and I found the box of condoms. I opened the box and took one out, sitting up so that I was straddling him again.
Chris took the condom from me and tore it open. He rolled the latex over his hard length, and when he was finished, he gripped my hips and positioned himself at my entrance.
“I’ve dreamed about this moment since…” he said.
“Me, too,” I whispered.
He smiled and pulled me down, crushing his mouth against mine. The tip of his cock slid into my pussy, and I shuddered.
“You’re so warm and tight,” he groaned.
“You’re so big,” I whimpered.
I sank down further, letting him fill me, stretch me, and I felt complete, like this was where we were always supposed to be.
Chris’ hands moved to my hips, and I sat upright. His fingers dug into my flesh, and he guided me up and down.
I moaned, and his fingers tightened around my hips.
He thrust his hips, meeting mine with a slap, and I threw my head back, groaning. He pulled me down and rolled his hips, grinding into me, and the sensation made me gasp.
One hand slid up, grabbing a breast, pinching and teasing my nipple between his fingers, and I groaned as he tugged and twisted, shooting pleasure through me.
I cried out, and he smirked, clearly enjoying the way he was pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm so quickly.
Needing more, I moved faster and harder, sliding up and down his cock. Chris moaned, head falling back, closing his eyes, fingers digging into my skin. Leaning forward, I braced myself on his shoulders, my body arching into his.
“Bell,” he moaned, and his eyes flickered open, dark and hooded, filled with pleasure, mouth slightly ajar as he drank me in.
His face was contorted in bliss, and I was the reason for that. It was such a powerful feeling to know I could bring this gorgeous, incredible man so much pleasure.
I moaned, and his grip tightened around my hips.
I continued to ride him, rocking harder and faster until his breathing was ragged before I slowed down to a teasing pace, achingly slow and deliciously sensual.
Every time one of us would get close, I changed the pace until we were both teetering on the edge.
His mouth found a nipple, and I moaned. He sucked it into his mouth, scraping his teeth over it, and I shuddered.
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged it, baring my throat. He kissed and licked the sensitive skin, and I groaned, rocking my hips harder and faster. I sat up, rolling my hips, and Chris growled, his eyes locked on mine, his lips peeled away from his teeth in an animalistic snarl of pure pleasure.
Then he sat up, kissing me and tangling his fingers in my hair, and we rocked together, harder and faster, until I couldn’t keep my orgasm at bay anymore.
My walls contracted around his shaft, and his teeth found the crook of my neck, biting down. The sensation intensified what I felt, and the orgasm rippled through me as his hand found my clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub, and a cry ripped from my throat as another wave of pleasure crashed over me, stronger than the first.
“Come for me,” Chris moaned in my ear, and his cock twitched inside me. He was getting close, too.
When I came down from the intense high, Chris flipped us over so I was on my back. He was on top now, his cock still buried inside me, and he kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth, and I lay weak on the bed, my body spent after the second orgasm.
Chris’s hand found my breast, and he gently massaged me while he kissed me, slowly, sensually.
This wasn’t just fucking. There were way too many emotions involved.
I pushed the thought away, and Chris moved his hips, slowly pulled out of me.
He slammed into me again, and I cried out. He repeated it, pulling out slowly and slamming into me again before bucking his hips.
He fucked me faster and faster, and I grabbed a fistful of the blanket on either side of me. He pounded into me, his eyes locked on mine, and then they rolled back in his head as he got closer to a release. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he growled, lowering his head onto my neck as he pounded into me harder and harder. My breathing was in rhythm with his thrusting, gasping and moaning, and he was so close now. I could feel his length increase, his cock getting even harder inside me, filling me to the brim.
I moaned, and my walls clenched around his cock.
“Fuck, Bella, you’re going to be the end of me,” he gasped. His cock filled me and stretched me and hit the right spot with every thrust.
Chris sat up, grabbing the headboard for leverage, and he thrust into me, faster and harder. My breasts bounced, and he watched them hungrily. I felt a third orgasm building up inside me, and with the speed and power he used, his cock pounding into me, it wasn’t going to take long for him to push me over the edge.
His hips slapped against mine, and then his cock twitched inside me.
He cried out, his face contorted in pleasure, and the sight of his ecstasy made my walls squeeze around him, and I climaxed, too. My walls contracted, and my back arched. A moan escaped my lips, and Chris’ grip on the headboard tightened.
He groaned, and then his cock spasmed, and he emptied himself inside of me.
For a moment, nothing else existed but the two of us, tangled, melded together.
I panted, coming down from the intense high, and he slowly pulled out of me, collapsing on the bed next to me.
I turned toward him, and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head.
“I’ll be right back,” he said and got off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. I lay on the bed, still trying to catch my breath.
When he got back, he got onto the bed and kissed me again.
“I should go,” I said.
“Stay tonight,” Chris offered.
I shook my head. “This is a repeat of the last time with did this. The last time, I woke up in an empty bed. You left before I woke up.”
“I know,” Chris said. “And I was a fucking fool. But this is my suite, Bell. I’m not going anywhere.”
I hesitated. He was right. If we slept here, the only one who could leave was me. I probably should, a small voice shouted at me somewhere at the back of my mind. But Chris’s eyes were the color of the ocean and just as deep, and my body still hummed with pleasure, the way he’d touched me, tasted me, fucked me.
I didn’t want to leave.
“Okay,” I whispered. “But you can’t keep hurting me, Chris.”
His face was pained. “This time, I won’t,” he promised. “I should never have hurt you at all.”
I nodded. He was right—he shouldn’t have.
Chris pulled me against him, and I lay with my head on his chest, his heart beating against my cheek. This was the only place I’d ever truly felt at home. Gigi had warned me I was playing with fire, and she could be right. Chris had all the right words, but if I gave him everything, he would have the power to hurt me again.
But against my better judgement, I decided to trust him.