Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Sutton
Kissing Tombstone, I initiate what I hope would be a night we both remember. Having listened to his story, I’m inspired to wipe away the darkness that seems to surround him. Or at least try. From the way he blames himself for Ronaele’s death, I believe there’s more to it.
Sliding my hand under his shirt, I trail my fingers over his hard abs. For once, he’s not taking control right away. He’s letting me touch him without stopping me.
Breaking my mouth from his, I sit up and remove my hoodie first, followed by my tank top underneath—leaving my bra in place.
I give Tombstone a smile as I lean forward, pressing a kiss to his lips before moving down, peppering small touches here and there as I make my way down his body.
Once I’m where I really want to be, I unbuckle his jeans, release the button and slide his zipper down.
I hook my fingers in the band of his boxers, sliding them and his jeans down, releasing his cock from its confinement.
Tombstone helps me by lifting up enough for them to clear his ass.
His cock springs, jutting out, calling my name.
I lick my lips and lift my gaze to meet Tombstone’s, finding him having braced up on his elbows to watch as I take his cock in my mouth. Flicking my tongue along the head, I slowly toy with the tip before sucking him in all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Tombstone groans, reaching out to tangle his fingers in my hair. “Feels fuckin’ amazing. Love that mouth of yours around my cock.”
His words go straight to my pussy. To tease him more, I hollow my cheeks and bob my head, swallowing him repeatedly as I reach between us, undo my own jeans and slip my hand in to toy with my clit.
Moaning around him, I keep my momentum, adding to his pleasure and my own. Tombstone's fingers tighten in my hair as he starts pumping upward in my mouth.
“Take those fingers out of your pussy,” he commands, taking control. “You’re not about to make yourself cum. That’s my job, Sutton, and I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
Oh my.
Ignoring his command, I know I’m toying with fire right now, but I don’t care. I want to see what he’ll do to me. I need to feel him take control of my body and make me crave him like he’s my next breath.
Plunging two fingers deep in my pussy, I moan at the feeling.
I’m hyperaware of Tombstone’s gaze locked on me as I don’t listen to him.
His fingers in my hair tighten enough to cause a stinging sensation from him pulling it tight in his hands as I continue bobbing my mouth on his cock, wanting him to come in my mouth.
I work my fingers inside my sweet spot, feeling myself growing closer to release as I suck Tombstone with quick successions making sure to hit the back of my throat each time.
Tombstone growls and yanks my mouth away from his cock with a popping sound. Releasing my hair, he reaches down and also forcefully removes my hand from my jeans—making me whimper a protest.
“Bad girls who don’t listen don’t get what they want, Bambina.” He smirks, pulling me up to straddle his hips. My jean-clad pussy sits directly over his bare cock. “For not listening to me, I’ll have to make sure you’re punished.”
“Hmm, how do you intend to punish me?” I purr, batting my eyelashes.
Grinning defiantly, Tombstone moves without taking his eyes off me. How he is able to stand to his feet without letting me go will forever stay a mystery. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to his room, sets me on my feet at the edge of the bed.
“You know I’ve been waiting to do this, and now I’m going to enjoy every moment of it,” he growls.
The husky, raspy tone in his voice has my panties growing even wetter than they already are.
Taking a step back from me he nods at my jeans.
“Step out of all of the rest of your clothes, Sutton, and do it slowly.”
Sucking in a breath, I do as he says. Wiggling my jeans down my body and taking my panties with them.
I step out of them and kick my pants to the side.
Slipping my hands over my stomach, I watch him the entire time I reach for the clasp between my breasts and unhook my bra.
I allow the sides to fall open and the straps to slip down my shoulders before falling to the ground.
“Anything else?” I ask seductively.
“Turn around, face the bed and crawl up on all fours,” he commands as he removes his shirt and steps out of the jeans that somehow stayed on his hips even after I’d pulled them down earlier. I’m sure it has to do with how muscular his thighs are. This man is built in all the right places.
Taking a breath, I do as he tells me, making sure to put a swing in my hips as I crawl onto the bed. In this position, I feel even more exposed to his eyes than ever before. I peek over my shoulder to find Tombstone staring at my ass, nibbling his bottom lip as he steps forward.
My breathing grows heavy as he gets to the edge of the bed. Tombstone plants his palms on the bed. Leaning in, he blows a breath against my clit.
“Mhmm,” I pant, pushing my ass toward him, wanting more than his breath.
Chuckling, Tombstone withdraws and brings a hand up to one of my ass cheeks . . . massaging it before bringing his palm down in a stinging slap—making me yelp. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” he asks, soothing the pain away.
I nod, only he gives me another slap to the opposite side.
“Such a beautiful sight,” he murmurs before leaning in and slipping his tongue along my slit. Starting a slow, but lavishing torture of bringing me close to release with his mouth only to pull back. He adds a finger and keeps up with his tormenting until I’m shaking with the need to come.
Sweat drenches my skin, and I plead for him to fuck me. Only when he’s satisfied with my begging does he pull back and climb between my legs to slam home, making me scream.
“Mason,” I pant, loving the brutal thrust he’s pounding into me. I repeatedly come, screaming his name, and begging for more.
On my last release, Tombstone roars my name, joining me as he sends me straight into oblivion.
Breathing heavily, I collapse onto the bed, panting.
The feeling of Tombstone’s hand running along my side is the only thing keeping me in the here and now. Otherwise, I might pass out and not wake up for months on end—he’s just that good with that cock of his.
Tombstone presses a kiss to my shoulder, bringing his fingers up to an edge piece of the bandage, and pulls the whole thing back. “Fuck, Bambina, this is fuckin’ gorgeous. Just like you.”
I’m screwed.
Very. Very. Very much screwed when it comes to this man . . . Mason ‘Tombstone’ Colt. He’s not only broken-down walls I'd tried to build up, but he smashed them and stole my heart.