Chapter 33
Chapter Thirty-Three
Wyn
I’m shaking, nearly vibrating with adrenaline coursing through my body. It’s not from nerves or anxiety, from pain or distress, it’s the intense need for release and for him to use my body. I want to feel good and to make him feel good after what just happened.
He doesn’t have a chance to pour any more. Instead, he puts the glass down, watches as my chest heaves, and bites the end of the material that’s wrapped around his hand to tighten it.
“Tell me what you need, Crowne,” he grits out. “I don’t want to read this wrong right now, so tell me what you need from me and I’ll do it.”
My eyes water, trying to stifle the possibility that something could have happened to him.
He put himself in danger to protect me. And he did it without hesitation.
I look up at the vaulted ceilings of my home and refuse to submit to fear anymore.
If there’s anything or anyone I want to submit to, it’s him.
His body. The way he loves me. The way I know I’m so fucking in love with him.
I lick my lips, tasting what’s left of the whiskey we’ve just had.
I feel out of breath. I don’t want to think.
I want to relinquish every bit of control I’ve had to hold on to for so long.
I don’t want to be coddled or cuddled, I don’t want to be reminded about what I survived or who I was before.
I want to be in this moment, with him, used, fucked, loved, and worshipped.
“Crowne,” he growls, eyes on mine.
I tug the hem of my shirt, lifting it up and off.
“Don’t be gentle,” I tell him as I reach behind my back and unclasp my bra. My breasts spill as I toss it to the side.
“Fuck,” he mumbles, dragging the palm of his good hand across his mouth before his fingers immediately fly to his belt buckle. “Get your pants off right fucking now.”
I do as he says, eyes still locked with his as his belt hits the floor.
He looks around my body as I step out of them. The way he studies me, I know he’s making sure I haven’t been injured anywhere else.
“Tell me you’re okay—that this is what you need right now, and I’ll take over from there,” he says, a pleading edge to his tone. Fuck, I love this man.
I need to get out of my head. I need to stay clear of the tiniest flicker of blame and self-loathing.
I watched Julian bloody up another man to protect me and then get hurt in the process—history almost repeating itself.
It’s why I didn’t think twice about jabbing that self-defense weapon into Reed’s side.
The one that I had hidden behind the fire extinguisher again, since the second day I came back to Rumor.
“I’m okay,” I say on an exhale, and I mean it. “And I need you. Now.”
It’s all he needs. He flips open the button on his jeans one-handed, shoves inside his boxer briefs and pulls out his hardened cock. “Make it wet,” he demands.
Without thinking, I sink to my knees, open my mouth, and take his cock all the way to the back of my throat.
I nearly gag, but I go back for more and do it again.
I wrap my lips, let my tongue drag on the underside of his fat cock, all the way to his thick tip, and have to touch myself with how needy it makes me.
His cock flexes along my tongue, getting harder with every inch I lick.
“So fucking good,” he grits out, his hips flexing forward, chasing more.
I do it again, only this time, I hold it there and swallow.
“This turns you on, baby?” He tilts his head down, his fingers gripping my hair to make me look up at him.
There’s blood on his lip and streaked down his neck, and it makes me rub along my clit faster as I hum around his length.
When I pull back, I smile up at him, knowing I’ve done exactly as he asked. He wraps his hand behind my head, fingers threading in my hair, and pulls me up toward his waiting mouth.
He kisses me urgently, wet and messy. I moan at the way he wants to devour me, how he’s tasting himself. I nip at his lower lip, and he rewards me with an approving smile. “Face down, legs spread,” he says against my lips, and then glances behind me.
The chair he sat in the night he watched me fuck my own fingers is where he wants me now.
He toes off his shoes and shoves his pants off as I do exactly as he instructs.
I bend forward, my breasts brushing against the plush velvet just before I feel his touch.
His knuckles graze along the center of my ass as his fingers loop into the back of my panties.
He tugs the material to the side, causing friction against my clit, making me shudder.
A small, needy whimper escapes me as I push back into him.
Sometimes a woman just needs to be bent over a chair and fucked.
“Your pussy is so ready for me, isn’t she?” he says. “Fuck, just look at how wet and swollen she is.” He taps the head of his cock along my ass. “Keep playing with her for me, Crowne. I want her nice and juicy.”
I smirk, loving the way he talks so damn dirty to me.
“Make me feel it, baby,” I say as I glance back over my shoulder. “Fuck me, hard.”
He hums a low, approving laugh.
I want to feel him long after he’s finished and still dripping out of me.
He drags his cock between my pussy lips, once, twice, and on the third, he pushes into me with one hard, fast thrust. Both of us groan with relief—the way he makes me feel so full isn’t something I can describe, it’s too fucking good for words.
Pulling back to the tip, he does it again.
The angle of it reaches the spot that’s going to make me see stars.
The stretch of him is enough to make me moan, but the way his hips roll forward has me taking it deeper and gasping.
I work my fingers against my clit and drive my hips back to meet his.
The sensations are so overwhelming that I almost can’t catch my breath.
His hand trails down my spine and his thumb runs along my ass as his hips roll, cock spreading me.
I hear him spit, then feel wetness hit my skin and slide down my crack to my asshole.
His thumb rubs his spit along my asshole gently as he drives his cock in and out of my pussy. “I want this one too.”
My pussy pulses in response. That’s a first for me, and it sends goose bumps along my skin, the sensation of it and the promise.
I reach one arm forward to grasp onto something as he fucks me harder. He doesn’t rush or chase, he pulls back with purpose and makes sure to feel every part of my pussy. I know he’s watching. He inhales sharply as he brings his cock to the tip just before he drives it back in to the hilt.
“Oh, god, Julian,” I groan. “I love—” I rush out, cut off by a whimper as he seats himself deep inside of me.
“That’s it, keep talking, Crowne.” He leans forward, his cock buried as he kisses the center of my back.
His lips draw along the petals of the flowers tattooed there.
I can’t see it, but I can feel the way he worships me.
“What do you love, baby?” As he grinds in deeper, it steals my breath all over again.
His arm snakes around me as his fingers meet mine and pinch my clit.
I let out a raspy groan. But the roll of his hips slows, and he pulls my body up, pulling out and turning me to face him.
I search his eyes, not wanting to be done yet.
“Look at me,” he says as I spread my legs wider for him.
His thumb moves up and down my pussy, breath labored, teasing what I really want.
“Tell me,” he says as he replaces his thumb with his cock, dragging it up and down from slit to clit.
“Julian,” I whisper, my eyes brimming with tears. Emotion floods forward as his eyes stay locked with mine.
“I’ve got you, baby,” he says, rolling his hips into me, spreading me all over again. He leans back, looking down at where my pussy stretches around him with every slowed thrust. A growl rattles his throat before he says, “Look at how you fit me, Crowne.”
Something’s shifted as he looks at me with tenderness instead of hunger, like he knew what I wanted and delivered, but somehow, this is what I need now. He pulls me closer, his arms wrapping around me, eyes never leaving mine as my fingers delve into his hair.
The intensity of the moment, the urgency of having him doesn’t change, but what started as fucking has turned into something deeper and more reverant.
“Julian,” I rush out as the exquisite pressure of him pushes me closer to tipping over with every pull and push. He buries his face into my neck, as if he needs to feel me, breathe me, hold me and never let go.
I feel weightless as he works my body with measured thrusts, the angle allowing him to grind against my clit, one arm braced around my lower back and the other cupping the side of my face, fingers tangled into my hair.
My legs tremor, and my core contracts—everything so full and so tight.
“You feel so fucking good,” he says, voice rasped as he fucks me deeper.
He pulls his cock out just to the tip and then fills me harder.
“Wait for me.” My eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure as he kisses my lips and then slowly pulls out, before fucking into me again even deeper.
“I’ve got you.” It’s exactly what I didn’t know I needed—the pace of it, the fullness, the way he holds me, speaks to me, and looks at me. I can barely catch my breath.
“Julian,” I whimper. The pressure builds so deep within me, my nerve endings tingle. I can barely hold out, my emotions teetering as I give myself over to him fully.
His mouth covers mine in a barely-there kiss, his eyes never wavering as they look over every feature of my face.
With one more roll and grind of his hips, his cock massages the spot that has my release crashing over me.
I hold him tightly as I cry out, nearly screaming as my body pulses from every tip down to my very center.
“Fuck, baby,” he grits out, kissing up from my neck to my lips. He grinds into me again—once, twice, and moans my name on the third as his cock throbs inside of me, filling me, and somehow making me want him all over again.
“I love you,” I say on a panted breath, my forehead pressed to his shoulder. My lips ghost against his skin, and I know he heard me, because his fingers flex and grip around me tighter.
“Say that again, baby,” he says, pulling back slightly to look at me. His smile reaches his hazel eyes as they find mine.
I exhale the breath I had been holding and smile as I repeat how I feel. “I said I love you. I’m in love with you, Julian.”
“Come here,” he says, lifting me up with him as he stands. When he pulls out of me, I feel so empty that I let out a small whine. The sound makes him sniff out a laugh. “Tell me again, Crowne. I’m already getting hard again from hearing it the first time.”
His mouth collides with mine, and he kisses me like it’s the one thing he’s been waiting to hear. “I said, tell me again,” he says, smiling against my lips, both of us breathless all over again. With one hand framing my face and the other wrapping around me, I start to say it again but pause.
Because I feel his wrapped hand along my back. When I shift to look at it, a blood spot is visible along the center and red streaks down his forearm. He watches me as I run my fingers along the material. The things we just came from, the mess we left behind, all of it comes back into focus.
“I love you, but we need to get you to a hospital,” I say, sniffing out an unbelieving laugh. “I just made you fuck me and?—”
“Believe me, you didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want to do.” He tips my chin up. “Look at me, Crowne.”
I look up into his eyes as mine water, and I can’t help but smile.
“I did exactly what you wanted, what I wanted, and what you needed. Now, we’re going to get this stitched up, and then we’re going to come back here and I’m going to fuck your mouth and this delicious pussy again, and then you’re going to fall asleep in my arms after you tell me you love me over and over.
” He kisses my lips. “And we’re going to keep doing that, because I’m here. I’ve got you, Crowne. No matter what.”
I tilt back, running my fingers along his scruff and into his hair as I look up at the man who has been so much more than what I ever thought I would have. Julian Colton went from a charmingly beautiful stranger to my personal fantasy, my protector, and now this.
“And I’ve got you. No matter what.”