Chapter 15
R uckus moves fast, raising the dress I’m wearing over my head and picking me up from under my thighs. He pins me to the wall with his hips, attacking me with his mouth, while I cling my arms around his neck and let the comfort of having him close again spread all the way to my toes.
I’ve ached for this since he kissed me in the middle of the ring. Any idea of it being bad or wrong gets thrown out my head. Because for the first time since I left this place, everything feels right.
This is what I need, this is what I’ve thought about every day since the day I ran away, and as his tongue glides up my neck and his hand slips into the front of my panties I moan from the relief it brings.
“Fuck, I missed you,” Ruckus breathes against my skin as his finger strokes over my clit and makes my pussy walls throb.
“That feels so nice,” I tell him, looking between our bodies and liking how it looks too.
“I think you missed me too. You're soaking my fingers. Want me to fill this pussy again?” he asks in between kisses. We’re both already breathless from anticipation.
“Yes.” I buck my hips against his hand and when I feel two of his fingers push inside me I moan so loud he slams his other hand over my mouth.
“I love to hear you moan, Princess, but no other fucker gets to hear how you sound when you come.” He scrapes my earlobe through his teeth and I pant against his hand while the fingers from his other one fuck me until I come hard and fast all over them.
“That’s a good girl.” He slips his fingers from my panties and sucks them between his lips. “You taste so fuckin’ desperate. How long have you been waiting for me to touch you again, Princess?”
This time I don’t care what he calls me. I’m still on a high and as he undoes the buckle of his belt I look down and watch with anticipation.
“You know what comes next, darlin’.” He takes out his cock, and proves that my memory of how big it was has not been exaggerated. It’s just as intimidating as I remember. “You want me inside you.” Taking hold of his cock in his fist he teases between my folds with the tip of it. “It’s gonna to feel so fuckin’ good pushing up inside you again, Freya.” He kisses my neck as he continues to stroke his cock against me.
“What’s the birth control situation, darlin'?” he asks, starting to sound as desperate as I feel.
“I… I get the shot, and I’m all up to date,” I assure him, there was no way I was ever gonna risk bringing a kid into mine and Drew’s relationship.
“And do you trust me?”
“Trust you?” I frown in confusion, and when he pulls back he looks really serious about whatever he’s about to say next.
“I regret nothing about what happened before, other than the fact I was wearing a rubber… I swear to you that I ain’t ever been inside a woman without wrapping up. I’ve never trusted anyone enough to do that, but with you… I wanna be as close as I can get.” He seems a little confused himself as he swallows thickly and keeps his eyes fixed on mine.
I nod, starting to guess where this is heading.
“I would never lie to you, or put you in any danger,” he adds.
“I believe that,” I whisper. Ruckus can be an asshole, he can be stubborn and irritating, but I know he would never hurt me.
“Freya, I gotta know how it feels. I don’t want a barrier between us.” His chest is heaving, and suddenly I decide that I need that too and I nod my head some more.
He guides his cock toward my entrance, making circles around it with his thick head gradually teasing and stretching me open. I grip his shoulder and wait to feel that pain, the pain I’ve craved ever since I last felt it.
“You're so tight,” Ruckus growls, unable to hide the pleasure that gives him from his voice. “Tight, and fuckin’ mine.” He steadily pumps inside me, taking up more and more space with each thrust. His hands are on my ass cheeks now, gripping me tight with his fingers as he rolls his hips into mine.
“Open your eyes,” he tells me. “Open them wide. Look at what's happening,” he orders, and when I do as he commands I can see him switching his focus from looking between us to watching my reaction.
“I’m fuckin’ ownin’ you. I’ve never wanted to own anythin’ so much.” His admission shocks me. Ruckus doesn’t talk feelings… ever.
“You should never have fuckin’ left.” I see the anger burning in his eyes, and I like it. I’ve missed it.
“There’s that fuckin’ smile.” He grasps under my jaw and pushes his thumb between my lips. “You're getting exactly what you want, and do ya know somethin’, Princess? ” He smiles wickedly. “I ain’t even mad about it. I wanna be what you want. I wanna be what you need.” He pushes himself all the way inside me and makes me gasp. “There it fuckin’ is.” He holds still inside me and presses his forehead into mine. “You feel that? You didn’t run to save me. You ran because you were scared.”
I nod my head back at him. I’m feeling far too much, all at once. Thrill, satisfaction, relief, comfort. All things I shouldn’t be getting from my brother's best friend.
“Never… Ever… Try to run from me again,” he warns, before sliding his tongue between my lips and consuming me with it. I feel my walls clutch tighter around him and that familiar stir in my stomach. This man barely has to look at me to cause a reaction, but having him hard, rugged and bare is driving me wild. “I’m not even moving and you're gonna come again already?” He pulls back and smirks at me. “Go on, darlin’, don’t hold back, don’t be fuckin’ proud.”
“Only you could be an asshole while you're making me come.” I manage to force the words out, digging my nails in deeper and scowling at him.
“Mmmm, that fuckin’ look. You’re so fuckin’ pretty when you're angry.” His words make my stomach flutter, and I try real hard not to let him know it.
The hand he still has on my ass grips me tighter as he starts to move inside me, slow at first to get me adjusted to his size, and he keeps his eyes locked on mine and absorbs every ounce of my pleasure as I come for him again.
I hold on to his strong, tattooed biceps when he starts to thrust harder. His size doesn’t hurt anymore, all I can feel is more thrill building up inside me.
“You wanna finish together?” he asks, slipping his hand from my jaw and lowering it over my body. I nod my head desperately, and cry out when his fingers touch my sweet spot again.
“Better catch up fast, because I’m about to come inside this tight little pussy, darlin’.” He’s strumming me with his fingers, slamming into me at the same time and the scream I make is far too loud. But this time he doesn’t silence me, his hands are too busy holding me steady and making me come again.
“Ruckus.” I breathe out his name as the room starts to spin.
“Fuck.” He drops his head and sinks his teeth into my shoulders as he pours inside me. His fingertips digging into my hips, keeping me pinned against him, while his huge, heavy cock pulses between my walls.
I open my mouth to speak, but he quickly fills it with his tongue, rolling it around mine as he breathes heavily through his nostrils and grips tighter at my skin.
“Now tell me you haven’t missed me,” he growls.