Chapter Six #3
By the time we reach the bedroom, my belt is open, her clothes are half undone, and every bit of anger she came here with has turned into something hotter.
Something that wants to be handled.
Good thing I’m fucking desperate to do it.
I set her on the edge of the bed and pull my shirt over my head.
She hooks her fingers into my waistband tugging my pants down before I can step back and pulls me between her knees.
Her eyes drag over me, slow and shameless, taking in the size of my cock through my briefs, her tongue darting out over her lips.
Then she looks up.
“Still mad?” I ask.
“Very.”
I lean down until my mouth brushes hers. “Good. Now watch me make it up to you.”
Gently I push her back on the bed and climb over her.
I don’t give her time to catch her breath.
The second her back hits the mattress, I’m over her, my mouth crashing into hers. She meets me just as hard, fingers digging into my shoulders before her nails drag down my back.
The sting pulls a groan out of me.
Fuck, she’s been holding all of this in.
Every glare and insult. Every time she looked at my mouth and pretended she hadn’t.
It’s all here now.
Her hands reach for her shirt, I help her drag it up and toss it somewhere behind me before making quick work of the rest, both of us too impatient to be careful about where anything lands.
When I look back down, she’s still wearing a thin white lace bra and matching thong.
Fuck me.
Her body shakes beneath mine, as I take her lips again, legs pulling me closer, mouth opening for me like she’s just as fucking starved as I am.
I break the kiss long enough to look at her.
Her hair spills across my pillow, her lips swollen from kissing me, and the thin white lace against her skin makes it hard to think straight. There’s still a little anger in her eyes, but most of it has turned into something hotter now.
I push her hair away from her face, and her expression shifts at the softness of it.
“Don’t get sweet on me now, Papi,” she breathes.
“Can’t help it.” I kiss the corner of her mouth. “Finally got you in my bed.”
“You haven’t got shit.”
I drag my mouth down her throat, smiling against her skin. “You’re naked under me, Mama. I’ve got fucking everything,”
“Arrogant pendejo.” Her hand twists into my hair.
I smirk, and kiss down her neck, taking my time even though every part of me is screaming to rush. Her breath catches when my teeth graze her shoulder, and I do it again just to feel her body tense beneath mine.
“You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve thought about this,” I murmur against her skin.
She arches into me. “Stop talking.”
“So goddamn bossy.”
“Revel.”
The warning in my name goes straight through me.
I lift my head. “Tell me what you want then, Mama.”
Her eyes narrow. “You know what I want.”
“Still wanna hear you say it.”
She pulls me down until her mouth brushes mine.
“Fuck me before I change my mind.”
My grin comes out slow. “Mm, fuck. That's my girl.”
I grab her thighs and spread them, pushing them back as I settle between them.
Fuck.
She’s already soaked for me.
I pull her thin white thong to the side, and spit on her clit, then use two fingers to spread it through her, slow enough to make her squirm. My mouth drags along the inside of her thigh, teeth catching her skin in a light bite before I do the same to the other side.
“Revel,” she breathes, already impatient.
I grin against her. “I know, Mama.”
Then I slide those same two fingers inside her and lower my mouth to her clit. Her thighs tense around my head, fingers twisting into my hair as I curl them slowly, finding the spot that makes her hips jerk.
“So fucking wet for me,” I murmur against her. “Knew you would be.”
Her hips start moving against my mouth, chasing every flick of my tongue and every curl of my fingers. She’s so fucking responsive I can feel every little change in her—her thighs tightening, her stomach pulling in, the way her breath catches harder each time I hit the right spot.
“Ay, papi,” she gasps, fingers twisting tighter in my hair. “Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.”
Fucking hell.
I’ve imagined this more times than I’ll ever admit, but none of it came close to seeing her like this. Cece, all fire and attitude, falling apart because of me.
Her back lifts off the bed. Her legs start to shake. Every sound she makes goes straight through me.
I’ve spent years chasing speed, danger, anything that could shut my head up for a few seconds.
This is better.
Watching her lose control for me is better than any stupid rush I’ve ever risked my life for.
She’s right there, body tightening around my fingers, and I keep her on the edge just long enough to hear my name break from her mouth again.
Then I pull back.
Her eyes snap open, dark and furious, her chest heaving as she looks down at me.
“Revel—”
I move over her, grinning while she’s still trembling beneath me.
“Not yet, Mami.”
A thought crosses my mind, filthy and fast, as I look down at her, but I keep it to myself and reach into the nightstand instead. I grab a condom, tear the wrapper open with my teeth, and pause when I realize it’s one of the glow-in-the-dark ones Talon shoved into the box as a joke.
Cece notices too.
Her eyes drop to it, then lift back to mine. “You cannot be serious.”
I grin as I shove my briefs down and stroke myself once, twice, before rolling it on. “What? Thought you liked a little entertainment.”
“Ay, cono. Your dick does not need special effects.”
“I disagree.”
She squirms beneath me, thighs still spread, chest rising hard while she watches every move.
Goddamn.
She already looks wrecked, and I haven’t even given her what she’s been begging for.
“Impatient?” I ask.
Her eyes narrow. “Keep talking and that glowing little ego of yours can handle itself.”
That shuts me up.
I move back over her, settle between her thighs, and drag my mouth across hers as I line myself up.
Then I push into her slowly.
Her head tips back, a broken sound leaving her as her hands grab my arms. I stop for half a second, fighting for control while she tightens around me.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I’ve wanted this since the second she looked at me like I was the worst decision she could make.
Turns out she wants the bad decision just as much as I want her.
“Eyes on me, Cece.”
Her gaze locks onto mine, dark and hazy, but still carrying enough attitude to make my blood run hotter.
“Mm. Stay right here with me.” I catch her jaw, keeping her focused on me as I lower my mouth close to hers. “No hiding now. I want to watch every second of you finally losing that fucking attitude for me.”
Her breath stutters, and I grin against her lips.
“I want to see exactly how pretty you look when you stop fighting what you want.”
Then I start moving, slow enough to make her feel it, and whatever control I had left disappears the second her expression breaks.
Cece meets every move with the same fire she brings to everything else, legs tight around me, nails digging into my shoulders like she still can’t get me close enough.
“Fuck, Mama.”
Her eyes stay on mine, dark and wrecked, even while that stubborn little look tries to hold on.
“Right there,” she breathes.
Like I need the fucking encouragement.
The bed shifts beneath us, the room filling with rough breaths and the sound of her losing control one piece at a time.
Every time she drags me back in, something possessive twists tighter in my chest.
She’s not fighting me now.
“You feel that?” I murmur against her ear. “That’s what you’ve been running from.”
“Cállate,” she gasps, but her body gives her away.
I laugh against her skin. “Thought so.”
Her nails bite deeper, breath breaking apart as the tension finally starts to take her.
“That’s it. Let go for me.”
“Ay, cono—”
She comes apart with my name on her lips, pulling me in so tight it wipes every thought from my head.
Fuck the track.
Fuck the speed.
Nothing has ever hit me like this.
I bury my face against her neck, holding on as the last of my control goes with hers.
When it’s over, I stay there, breathing hard against her skin while her legs slowly loosen around me.
For once, Cece has nothing smart to say.
I lift my head and look down at her.
Lips swollen. Eyes half-lidded and still carrying just enough attitude to make me grin.
“Still hate me?”
Her hand slides into my hair.
“Don’t fucking ruin it, pendejo.”
I kiss her again.
“Too late.”