Chapter Thirteen #2
“Eddie, where are we going?”
He grins, then pulls the car down the hill, stopping just out of the view of his house, so my car disappears into the tree line. There’s a treehouse in the middle of the woods; one I never knew about.
“Come on,” he goads, quickly getting out of the car. He opens up the passenger door, motioning for me to exit.
“Eddie?”
“Just go with it, Amber. Trust me.”
My heart races as he gently takes my hand, then jerks me into his arms. My hands press against his firm chest, so I can feel his own heart thundering under his already soaked shirt.
“It’s fr-freezing out here,” I say, my teeth chattering together like fragile glass.
“Shh,” he whispers, his breath heating my frigid lips as they inch in closer. “Focus on me.”
So I do.
My eyes meet his in a heated burn, one that ignites a fire deep within me. Our lips crash together in a feverish kiss, one that’s reckless, uninhibited, and full of passion.
A light rain hits our skin, but without our body heat, it would be the equivalent of tiny icicles pelting us from above.
Neither of us seems to notice, not when our hands our exploring parts of each other’s bodies beneath the wet fabric clinging to our flesh.
In one suave move, he has me up on the hood, the heat of the engine warming my back.
My tits are suddenly exposed to the elements, his mouth warming the frigid buds with his molten hot tongue.
His fingers find their way into my panties, rubbing soft circles around my clit as he eases a digit inside, hooking his thumb up to that sweet spot that hardly is ever touched.
“Eddie, what are you doing?”
“Fulfilling both of your fantasies at once.” His mouth moves to my neck, nibbling on the skin directly above my collarbone, revealing the sensitive part of my flesh to the cold night air.
“Fucking you in the rain…” he whispers, fingers tracing every hill of my body.
“Here… on the hood of your car…” My back is pressed firmly down, my body arching in anticipation.
The pout of his lips whispers across my chest, his warm chocolate eyes looking deeply into mine.
“Granting all of your dark and forbidden wishes.”
Then my pants are gone, ripped away and discarded, leaving the most intimate parts of me exposed to the cold open air.
The rain pelts my thighs, the chill biting into the heat that burns deep inside.
He’s never touched me like this before. I never let him.
But tonight, there are no boundaries left to guard, not when we’re both craving this change.
He lowers himself between my legs with purpose, unfamiliar with this territory, yet acting like it’s always belonged to him.
His fingers spread me open, greedy and worshiping at the same time. A slow, unholy smile curves across his lips as he looks up at me, pupils wide, soaked hair clinging to his face. He looks equal parts dangerously devoted and wickedly corrupt.
“Tasting you has been my secret craving for far too long.”
He forces my legs wider, pinning me open. Then he leans in close, so close I feel his breath battering against my entrance. My body jolts at the sensation. Then, almost too soft to hear, he whispers a single word… “Mine.”
That single word is like a brand searing my flesh, impaling my heart with a strange possession I’m one hundred percent here for.
A shudder rips through my body as his tongue finally makes contact, dragging through my slit with slow, devastating precision. I cry out, hands gripping the edge of the hood beneath me, legs trembling in receptive quakes.
He groans low, like he’s starving, and I realize that he is.
Starving for this.
Starving for me.
“You taste forbidden,” he murmurs, teeth raking across my clit. My hips jerk as he pushes his tongue deeper. It’s relentless and filthy, and I’m loving every minute of it.
Damn me and my prudish ways! This should have happened years ago!
My wet body slides down the hood, forcing himself to a single knee in the mud, worshiping me with a hunger that borders on madness.
“Oh my god!” I scream, the sound torn from somewhere deep inside. His finger pushes into me as his tongue keeps working. He lifts his mouth only long enough to growl, “This is fucking mine.” It’s guttural and fucking primal, sending a jolt of lust straight to my core.
His hands roam across my slick skin, gripping every inch of me like I belong to him. “All of it,” he growls. “All of this is mine.”
“All yours,” I breathe, barely able to speak.
My body’s gone numb to everything around me.
The relentless storm fades until I can only focus on Eddie and what he’s doing to me.
The rain becomes non-existent, the night’s frigid kiss a distant memory.
The only thing that matters is letting myself go, allowing Eddie to control me in whatever way he pleases.
He dives back in with a punishing rhythm. His tongue moves between long, deep licks and quick, merciless flicks against my clit. I moan, the sound comes out loud and broken, my body unraveling under his mouth.
I’ve dreamed of this kind of attention, but now that I’m on the receiving end, I don’t know how to process it.
My body is overwhelmed. My mind spinning.
The orgasm builds fast and hard, rising like a wave I can’t escape.
I try to push him away, but he just tightens his grip and pulls me closer, anchoring me in place.
My hands find his hair and I yank, desperate for something to hold on to. His finger pushes deeper, curling just right, as his tongue keeps working in a perfect, brutal rhythm.
“Holy shit,” I cry out, my voice cracking as another orgasm crashes through me. “Oh fuck.”
The words echo through the forest. Anyone can hear us, but right now, it’s meaningless.
An orgasm crashes into me, violent and consuming, ricocheting through my body like a wild, unpredictable current.
It zigzags through me like a live wire, leaving destruction in its wake.
“Stop,” I plead, needing the pause, unable to breathe.
But the bastard doesn’t stop. His mouth stays locked to me, tongue working with ruthless precision, determined to push me past every limit. I’m teetering on the edge of something dangerous. My body screams for mercy—mercy he’s incapable of giving.
With the last of my strength, I snap my thighs shut around his head, suffocating him in desperation. It’s the only defense I have left. The only way to stop him from dragging me completely under.
His laugh vibrates my thighs before he finally pulls away, his face glistening with the sheen of my arousal, a stupid, smug smile toying with those treacherous lips.
That fucking grin… he knows exactly what he’s done to me.
His wicked smile stays as he kicks off the rest of his clothing and grips my ankles.
With one hard yank, he pulls me flush against him, his cock hot and hard, grinding against my soaked center.
I writhe beneath him, every nerve ending screaming for him. For all of him.
“Did you cum?” he asks, voice husky with pride, eyes searching mine like he needs the answer to breathe.
“I think so,” I whisper, barely able to form words. “I saw spots… insane, what-the-fuck-is-happening kind of spots.”
That pride in his eyes shifts into something darker, more possessive. He knows, and he’s owning every ounce of my orgasm like he won a gold medal, staring at me like I’m something he’s beautifully ruined, making my breath catch all over again.
I love how the rain has ruined him, reducing him to something feral—something barely human.
That wild brown hair hangs in wet, tangled strands, dripping down his face like blood seeping from a wound.
There’s a violent need burning in his eyes.
It’s not just desire, but something darker.
Possession? Control? It’s a hunger bordering on madness.
He looks like a storm given flesh… unpredictable, merciless, and beautiful in the most brutal way.
The rain hasn't softened him; it's washed away his gentle facade, and possessed the predator underneath.
Our lips move together in a rhythm that’s almost savage. It’s hungry and devastating, and we lose ourselves in the kiss. “My turn,” I growl against his mouth, voice rough with intent, ready to show him exactly how relentless I can be when I want something to last.
“Not tonight,” he breathes, voice trembling. Though, it’s his eyes that betray him. They're dark with need, aching with shaky restraint. “Tonight is all about you.”
This new version of Eddie is making me crazy.
The restraint in him and the quiet command…
it’s a damn blissful torture I didn’t know I needed.
I’m seconds away from falling to my knees, desperate to wrap my mouth around him, to prove I’ll follow him anywhere and explore anything.
“Please, Eddie,” I whisper, trembling as I reach for him, “please let me pleasure you too.” But just as my fingers graze his skin, he steps back, slipping from my grasp.
“No,” he says with a fierce bite, the word slicing through the moment like a blade.
There’s something feral in his voice, a quiet dominance that makes my breath catch.
I push up onto my elbows, needing to understand.
His gaze intensifies, then softens when he sees how vulnerable I am beneath him. How badly I want him to own me.
I reach for him again, unable to stop myself, needing my own version of control. He knocks my hand away, not violently, but with a calculated firmness that speaks louder than words. A vivid reminder that this moment belongs to him and I need to dolefully submit. “I said no. Not tonight.”
My heart clenches as my bottom lip begins to quiver without warning. Rejection strikes harder when you’re this exposed. The tears come fast, stinging behind my eyes before I can will them away.
Why is he turning me down?
Doesn’t he want this?
Doesn’t he want me?
But then he moves closer, his hand pressing firmly against my chest, pinning me to the hood as his eyes darken to a surly, dominating molten chocolate.
“You're misunderstanding me, baby,” he murmurs, his voice lowering. “I’d love nothing more than to see you on your knees in this storm, choking on my cock like it’s your last breath.
But not tonight. Tonight, I meant what I said.
No more pretending. No more performance.
My goal is to ruin you completely, driving you past that euphoric edge until your legs give out and I have to carry your trembling body back inside wedding-style.
That’s how tonight will end. Both of us soaked, and when every drop of my seed has been emptied inside of you. ”
He moves in without warning, hand forcefully gripping my hair, ripping it seductively back as his mouth suctions to my neck, sucking the flesh like he’s invoking his inner vampire. My legs spread next, his cock sliding in like that’s where it has always belonged.
Our eyes meet in blissful damnation, the passion blistering us to the point of scalding us permanently. I’d gladly take a body covered in scars if it keeps him going. Never has a man possessed my body so eloquently, staking his claim, owning every inch of my skin like he sculpted it from clay.
“I thought you didn’t want to fuck me?” I whisper as he angles my body just right, hitting a depth that doesn’t seem achievable. His eyes hold mine with such ferocity that I can see the desire flash behind them.
Wickedly he grins, biting my neck in response. “This isn't just fucking. This is every part of me aching to show you how deeply I'm yours… not just now, but always.
My head rolls back, breath ragged, a strangled moan escaping my throat as we lock into a rhythm that feels animalistic. Our bodies collide with furious need, every thrust a demand, every breath stolen from the other. His hands grip my hips like he owns them, guiding me with merciless precision.
Without warning, he lifts me off the car, muscles flexing beneath soaked skin, slamming into me with brutal conviction. I'm weightless in his arms, giving in completely, letting him take what he wants because I crave it just as much.
It was a ruthless position that couldn’t last.
He lays me back, rain pounding down around us like a war drum. His hand slides between my thighs, fingers circling my clit with feverous intent.
God, he’s fucking unreal. And it kills me that I didn’t open up to him before.
The sting of cold rain pelts down from the heavens as a low growl stalls in his throat.
My hips meet every wild and desperate thrust, the water pouring down both our bodies, making it impossible to hold on to anything but each other.
His hands slip, struggling to grip my ass, while mine claw at his arms like they’re the only anchor I have.
His pace quickens. That telltale tremble in his breath says he’s close. I want to see him lose control and for me to come apart with him.
“Faster,” I beg, almost screaming. “Go faster.”
A curse rips from his throat as his body starts to convulse.
Combustion is inevitable even though he’s holding himself back, pressing me harder against the soaked metal.
“Not this time,” he growls through clenched teeth.
“This time we finish together.” His fingers don’t stop.
They work my clit with brutal finesse, drawing circles of fire across my skin.
I cry out as another wave barrels toward me.
My back arches, hands slipping in his wet hair.
His mouth finds my breast, and he bites, claiming me with a roughness that sends shockwaves through my body.
My climax detonates so violently, I have to bite my own hand, holding back a blood-curdling scream of ecstasy clawing its way out.
His hips snap forward with one final thrust, his entire body shuddering in approval. We fall apart together this time, soaked to the bone, bodies shivering in heated excitement.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps, gazing down at me like he’s seeing me for the first time. There's something unspoken in his gaze. Reverence. Need. Something dangerously close to love.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper, shivering as the cold finally punches through the heat.
“Please…” he pants. “Please tell me you finished.”
Smiling wickedly, I bite my lip, staying deliberately silent, watching the flicker of panic flash in those tiny specks of yellow that play peekaboo with his iris. The vulnerability swirling in his eyes nearly breaks me.
Brushing some hair away from his eyes, I finally concede, giving him a nod and contented smile that makes his eyes close in quiet relief. Because for the first time in five years, I finally did.