Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
There’s no way I can talk now. Hell, I can’t even inhale normally. But none of that’s stopping me. Not even the mountain of guilt pressing down on me.
Rosalie deserves something better than a fast, hard romp in the backseat of the company car.
She deserves it all.
I’ll just have to make it up to her later. Because there will be a later for us.
The wrapper tears between my teeth, leaving a metallic taste behind. I barely notice because Rosalie pulls down the band of my briefs, freeing my dangerously engorged erection.
Veins twist around the deeply colored flesh, leading up to a head that’s stretched to its capacity.
“Whoa,” she breathes. “I didn’t know they came this big.”
For a beat she sizes me up with her hand, pursing her lips. “Is this thing ten inches?”
A growl sticks in my throat. Growing loud when she wraps a small, deft hand around the shaft, her eyes full of excitement and curiosity.
“Not just long, but thick,” she adds, tilting her head.
“Yep,” I choke out, never happier to have my cock.
Glancing up to study my face, she strokes me slowly, driving me even more mad.
“What’s wrong, JT? You look like you’re in pain.”
“Fuck, yes.”
Jesus, for being such a talker, I’m at a complete verbal standstill here.
A sexy, vixen smile curves her lips when I line the condom up and replace her hand with mine so she can roll it down.
My balls cinch tight, a throb rolling through my cock.
“Come here, baby,” I rasp, breath catching. “Let me in. All the way.”
She nods, fingers gripping my shoulders fiercely.
“Slow,” I whisper against her mouth. “Deep. I need to feel you take all this cock.”
There it is…that little spark in her eyes. That flush that crawls up her chest.
Glad my vocabulary is back because there’s nothing I love more than the way her eyes widen when I say something dirty.
She gives me a slow smile. Small, but wicked.
“Well… since you put it that way…”
She’s choosing me.
With my body strung tight, I guide her up, slowly. Her knees press to either side of me, the heat of her core hovering over where I’m violently hard and waiting.
“Easy,” I whisper. “Let me take the weight.”
She nods. Trusts me. Even now—maybe especially now after what’s happened since we met.
I lower her onto me one inch at a time. Her eyes flutter. Her breath catches, feathering between us. Every muscle in my body bands tight with restraint as I sink her down, slow, controlled, deep.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur. We’ve got all the time we need to take this slow so my taking my size isn’t painful.
Whatever, if anything else was going to be said, it’s swallowed when I take her mouth in a searing kiss as I pull her down, sliding her tight grip down inch by inch.
God. Bless. Fucking. Tight.
My pulse is already borderline deadly, and she’s not even halfway down my length.
How the fuck am I supposed to survive this?
“Oh… Justice…”
Her voice slips out soft and wrecked, and something inside me snaps. I grip her hips, bounce her up just a little, then ease her back down.
As she breathes through the stretch, my fingers drift between us, circling where she’s wrapped tight around me, slick and perfect.
Stars blink at the edges of my vision.
I knew her curves were five-alarm hot—I didn’t know she’d destroy my cock with her grip.
A wave of heat rips through my core. I lock my abs. Grind my molars together. Hold the fucking line.
Too close. I’ll die holding back so I don’t blow it before she comes.
A curse coils in my throat but never makes it out. I can’t speak. I can barely breathe.
Jesus.
This woman is a problem.
This isn’t just sex. This isn’t just heat. This already feels like addiction. Especially when she rocks tentatively against me, her core tightening even more.
“You keep moving like that, you’re gonna need a two-by-four to keep me the fuck off of you.”
“Is that right?” she asks in a teasing voice, blushing wildly as a shiver makes her tits sway, delicate and fucking devastating.
“Maybe…I don’t want to keep you off of me,” she says, shifting her hips again.
On instinct my glutes contract and I press upward. Driving me deeper.
“Do that again,” she breathes. “Please.”
My cock twitches at the sound of her begging.
“You like that, honey?” I draw her up an inch, then sink her back down, slow and deep. “Let’s give you a little more dick. Stretch you even more.”
But first—I need something.
She watches, wide-eyed, when I raise my fingers to my mouth. I lick them, tasting the sweet slickness.
The heat in her eyes is pure fucking sin as I reach between us and rub the mix over her clit, then lower, spreading it all over that narrow pussy entrance.
Her head tips back, mouth open, breath ragged. “Yes… I love that.”
Breathe, Justice.
Do not think. “Don’t.” I exhale sharply. “ Don’t. Move.”
All the rushed energy subsides and we’re left just breathing together. Me as deep inside Rosalie as a man can be.
But my heart is involved too.
“That feels really good, honey.” I stroke her hair, slow and gentle. Ordering my body back in line. “I love being buried deep in you.”
“I love it too.”
Rosalie initiates the kiss this time, slowly tasting my mouth as I start to move. Gliding her up and down as I clench my abs and lift my hips.
The sound of our bodies moving together is wet and primal.
“Got me, don’t you. Gripping me like a fist?”
“Mmm, hmmmm,” she moans, melting into me, pillowy-soft tits pressed against my chest, breathy sigh as she turns her face to tuck into my neck.
“You’re so perfect, baby,” I whisper.
Every fucking cell in my body is deliriously happy. How is this possible after everything I’ve done, everything I am?
“Right there, oh my…right there, Justice.”
“Taking that big cock so well, baby,” I growl. “You fit me perfectly.”
Thrust. Grind. Thrust.
My control is shot to hell, and her whimper sends a bolt straight through me.
“I want you to soak me,” I growl, biting at her neck. “Ride me until you break us both.”
She squeals huskily, body bucking against me, but I hold her down, hold her so fucking tight, my arms wrapped around her hips.
She exhales raggedly with every hard thrust.
“Say my name so I know you’re still with me.”
Her limbs spasm, her legs biting hard around my hips as her head pitches back. I watch in awe as her throat convulses in time with her pussy.
“No,” I breathe. “Right here. Eyes on me, understand?”
Tears are beaded on her lashes, cresting the corners, dropping onto her cheeks when she looks at me.
“Don’t hold back,” I growl, fingers finding her clit. “I want your truth, all of it.”
“More,” she moans.
Her lips are parted and damp from my kiss, her breathing is erratic, and I suddenly remember that she’s got damaged ribs.
But she’s too far gone.
And she’s taking me with her. She looks me right in the eyes, then whispers my name in a throaty moan, crossing that line into her release.
“I can’t stop.” She gasps. “Ah. God. Yes, Justice.”
I let go of the tether inside of my core.
Come throbs out of me, forcing me to groan loudly.
All the walls I’ve kept up for years crumble, and I’m left shaking in the ruins with her.
For a long moment, neither of us moves. The inside of the SUV is filled with the sound of our breathing, the scent of our arousal.
There’s a tremor in my hands and an earthquake in my heart as I stroke her back.
When she finally speaks, she makes my ego flex.
“Wow.”
“I’ll second that.”
Eyes searching mine, she says. “I don’t think I have words for what that was.”
I manage a rough sound that might pass for a laugh. “Yeah. Words aren’t coming easy right now.”
The quiet between us hums, full of everything we still haven’t said.
Our wants. Needs. All the messy details.
I lean up, brushing my lips against the corner of her mouth. She turns just enough to meet me, soft and hesitant, and the world narrows to that single, trembling point of contact.
We might not have words, but the undercurrent of emotion vibrates between us.
As chaotic as this situation is, that current is steady, alive, real.
I draw back just enough to see her face, to feel her breath against mine.
“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours,” I murmur, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. “I need to hear you.”
She bites nibbles lip, considering, as I push her hair back behind her ear.
“Safe,” she whispers. “Complete. Like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. Like everything that happened—the kidnapping, the shock, dying—all of it led me here. To you.”
The words hit harder than any sledgehammer because that’s exactly how I feel too.
And it terrifies me.
“Rosalie, baby—” I start, not sure what I’m going to say, needing to say something, anything to capture this moment.
A sharp whistle makes us both jump.
“Hate to interrupt,” Beast’s voice comes from somewhere outside the steamed-up windows, heavy with amusement. “Play time is over. We need you two at a meeting. There’s a situation.”