Chapter 20 #2
Yes! Her nails dug into his back. Her entire torso bowed into an arch as his body stretched hers. She didn’t stop squirming as each inch burrowed deeper and deeper.
She’d forgotten just how tightly she’d fit around him, just how intense that first thrust was, despite how slow it was this time. The bite of pain was enough to make her gasp, to burn, yet it felt so deliciously good. She wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him in even deeper.
A low groan filled her ears. He pressed his cheek against her temple, the groan growing when his hips pulled back just a tiny bit, like a wave, so he could dig deeper.
He did it again, collecting her wetness before forcing her to take as much of him as she could. Alister ground his hips against hers, making her clit deliciously grind against his groin.
“More,” she begged. She still felt a slight sting of pain, but his thick cock was pressing everywhere she needed him to. The pressure made her desperate to move. “You feel so good.”
She tried to buck her hips into him, grinding his shaft inside her at the same time he did. Even the tiniest movement made her throw her head back in ecstasy.
Because of the way Rosetta held his shoulders, he was forced to slip one arm under her neck and the other under her back to support himself.
His mouth found hers, his kiss rough and crushing, and she gave it back just as much.
When she least expected it, he started to move his hips all the way back and her eyes widened before turning hopelessly dazed.
Even before he finished the first full thrust, Rosetta was lost.
His cock pulled back before spearing her relentlessly, and all her thoughts muddled.
She squeezed him tighter, wanting him to put more of his weight on her. When he did, it felt like he anchored her as he started to pick up speed.
Alister. His body was moving against hers, his chest rubbing over her breasts like the most perfect massage. She could feel his chest hair scratching over her nipples, sparking pleasure throughout her hopelessly trembling system.
She almost felt too full, like she had to spread her legs wider to accommodate him. It did very little to help, but changed the way her hips sat, making him press more firmly against the sensitive ridge she was desperate for him to stroke.
Rosetta had to break away from their kiss to steady her breathing as his thrusts gained even more speed. She turned her head to the side as her vision split.
Alister followed her, forcing her back into the kiss. It felt like he was giving her his laboured breaths, only for her to return them even heavier. Oh!
“I’ve only just started moving,” he groaned out, before licking across her lips. “But you’re already drenching me.”
That’s because Rosetta was already coming around him as heat seared down her limbs.
She managed to release the beginning of her strangled cry before he stole it with his mouth.
Her nails scored up over his back and shoulders as every one of her muscles tensed: her arms around his neck, her thighs as they bounced around his hips, her feet as they arched.
“Harder!” She needed him to go harder. She needed him impossibly deeper.
She needed more of him, all of him.
She just needed this man right now more than she needed to live, to breathe. Give me everything, please!
Her eyes rolled up and back before she closed them permanently with a furrow in her brows. She knew she was screaming out her moans, but she couldn’t contain them, not when she was breaking apart like this.
Never had Rosetta been thrown to a place where all she could focus on was the hard cock thrusting inside her, or the person delivering it.
The outside world no longer existed, no longer mattered, and she didn’t care if she was the only one who was gone, not when her skin wouldn’t stop rolling with shivers.
Not when she could feel her core constantly quivering. Not when her heart felt this light.
Rosetta didn’t care if he broke her. She didn’t care if he split her in two as she begged for him to go even harder.
He buried his face against the side of her neck as he moved, his mouth so close to her ear that his breaths sounded deafening, hot and heavy against her skin as they rolled through her hair and over her scalp.
Little feral grunts escaped him as she tried to dig her heels into his arse cheeks to control his movements. She needed him louder. She needed him closer. Heat radiated between them like a sickening fever; it was destroying them, and she wanted it even hotter.
Alister knew he was crushing her beneath him.
He could feel their torsos meshed so tightly together that there wasn’t a single pocket of space between them. Already, a layer of sweat mingled between their slick bodies as his slipped over hers, her breasts pressed tight against his chest, his stomach forcing hers to dip every time he shoved in.
He couldn’t think past the way he was thrusting into her.
He couldn’t stop ramming his cock so hard into her soft pussy that he could feel the resistance as the tip pushed against her cervix. The impact squished his cock and felt so good he needed more.
She was so snug it felt as though she was squeezing him, regardless of whether he was pulling back or pushing in. Her channel gripped him and didn’t seem to want to let him go, almost like he had to rip himself from her.
Yet she was so wet his shaft was practically glistening.
She’s so turned on. He could feel it, hear it, and damn did Alister want to taste it.
The way she felt was mind-numbing.
He’d been waiting weeks to feel this again, and just like last time, he didn’t care if he died at the end of this. Not when it felt like heaven.
He couldn’t care if someone came upon them now. He couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, not when he was experiencing the most profound kind of pleasure.
To have Rosetta beneath him like this, to finally have her naked, her legs wrapped around him in welcome, her unhidden moans echoing against the walls, clinging to him for more – it was all heaven.
Fuck, had Alister ever been this out of his mind with lust? He didn’t think so.
“Please... deeper,” she begged.
How much more did she want him to give her?
He worried he was going to hurt her, and yet he couldn’t stop trying to give her whatever she needed, realising whatever she was begging for, he needed too.
He tried to separate their bodies so that he could go faster, but she tightened her arms around him.
“St-stay with me.”
He couldn’t deny her request when she’d said it so sweetly. Fuck, whatever she wants. Alister would follow every plea, every command, whatever she asked for, as long as he was allowed to keep feeling her.
He curled his body around her more, squeezing her completely. The way her heels dug into him told him she thought it was perfect.
How? What? Why? He didn’t understand how sex could feel this blissful. He didn’t know why he felt so crazed, like she was driving the maddest part of him to the surface.
The scream she gave when she started milking his cock again pierced his eardrums. He had to brace himself with clenched eyes as she came, his body tensing in reaction. He didn’t think he’d been this hard before, this engorged and throbbing.
There was a terrible force clutching his groin and the only thing that seemed to give him relief was ferociously pounding into her. It kept growing, clutching tighter and tighter, and he could feel his hips shuddering.
He’d lose his rhythm when they jerked, like a spasm was rolling up his cock to spread over his abdomen. It was too much; he needed more of it. Nothing else seemed to matter, not when she started moaning his name.
“Alister.” Her nails stopped biting him into him like feral claws as she came down. She was relaxing in his arms as her tension faded away, just so he could build her up again. “Alister...”
That’s when he realised she was thinking of no one else but him. Nothing else mattered to her.
“Rosetta...” he quietly answered back once, calling to her so she knew he felt it too. He buried his face closer into her neck, his brows furrowing.
He turned the hand holding her shoulders to the bed to grip the sheets, needing to squeeze something in a death grip to release his pent-up anguish.
The way she fit in his muscled arms felt right. The way she sounded was like a wonderful, entrancing song. Her body was warm everywhere they touched, and so hot inside that it felt like she was melting him.
She would never know or understand that the way she smelt of gardenia flowers made him feel at home in her embrace.
He dug his fingertips into her side, needing to hold onto her and feel her under his calloused palm, while his other hand gripped the bed even harder. He almost needed to make sure she was real, that this was real.
His chest felt heavy as he breathed her in, his lungs constricting from the sensations raking through him and stealing his air.
His lids were so heavy, he couldn’t open them even if he wanted to. And he did. He wanted to look at her, to watch her and experience her pleasure in every way he could.
It’s not enough. Would it ever be?
He was going as hard as he could, as fast as he could, as deep as he could.
She was taking every ravishing thrust, accepting every powerful slam, trying to speed up every quick pump he delivered.
She was giving him all of her, just as he gave her everything, yet he still wanted more.
It still wasn’t enough, even though he’d lost his mind ages ago.
He couldn’t be any more savage with her.
“Alister!” she cried out, that swell returning to drench him in her orgasm.
She gripped his hair this time, tugging as her back arched. Squirming beneath him, bucking into him, tossing her head from side to side, Rosetta shook around him.
She was moulded to him now, but it felt so damn good that everything inside him went haywire and out of control. He wanted to tell her not to stop, that she felt so good that he never wanted to let go, but he couldn’t think to speak. His mind was too hazy.
Ah! Fuck, no! He could feel his balls drawing up, his seed trying to climb his cock. He wasn’t ready to end this. He didn’t want to stop.
Alister didn’t want to rob himself of this moment, wanted it to last forever.
His mouth fell wide open, a long, drawn-out groan shuddering from his collapsing lungs. The arm under her back shot down to grab her arse, pulling her in with each of his thrusts. The ache in his cock was profound and terrible. Not yet. Not yet.
He kneaded her with strength, gripping her arse tightly, as if that was the answer to stop him from coming. But his cock was so laden with seed that the dam was bursting without his consent.
Somehow, his hips found a way to pump faster. Want to stay inside.
“Fuck!” Alister roared against her neck.
He pulled from her just as the first burst of his seed shot from him and everything seized. His heart. His lungs. His muscles.
He squeezed her tightly as he thrust between their bodies, coating both of their stomachs with warm liquid. He ground the base of his shaft against her clit, every spurt from his pulsating cock pure, aching bliss.
His eyes bowed and his breaths were so shaken, his entire body shuddered. His torso arched above her as he succumbed to one of the most intense orgasms of his entire life.
Alister thought he was falling to pieces. Shattered. Gone. Broken. He was just fine with never being put back together.
Even when he stopped coming, he felt weightless. It was like his consciousness was barely attached to his body as his head swam.
Her heartbeat resonated against him, beating just as sporadically and irregularly as his own. It felt good knowing just how chaotically it was mirroring his, but he could also feel Rosetta’s torso heaving against him, pushing up in short and shallow huffs.
Damnit, she can’t breathe.
Pushing up, he tried to slip his hands from underneath her. Her arms squeezed, her legs wrapping even tighter.
“Just a little longer.” She pleaded so softly he barely heard her. Her face was sweetly nuzzling against the pulse of his neck.
After a moment, he relaxed, staying exactly where he was. He realised he wasn’t ready to let go either. He could feel her lips pressing against him and he turned his head so he could claim them. She happily moaned beneath him, making his shaft twitch in reaction.
Then she ground her hips against his softening erection. He almost chuckled against her lips. Horny lass wants it again.
The fact that it was softening at all meant he’d come so hard, he’d emptied himself completely onto her stomach. I’ve never come so hard my balls hurt afterwards.
He couldn’t believe he’d almost missed this, had almost walked away. He’d changed his mind because he’d known he would have regretted it with every passing day. Despite how he’d been feeling at the time, the part of him that wanted this woman was stronger than his uncertainty.
He’d known on some level that it would feel like this, that it would derail his mind so completely he’d feel like he was drowning in her, overcome by what was being shared between them.
But this moment afterwards? Now this he hadn’t been expecting. This hard and bitchy woman who was difficult to please – he never thought she would ever be this sweet. He didn’t think he’d ever had a woman be this gentle with him.
Her fingertips were dipping over the indents of his spine, like she was trying to calm him as he collected his thoughts. Her embrace was tight but intimate, and it felt like she was holding him everywhere.
Her mouth was eager, yet allowed him to go at his own pace; however, there was something in their kiss, something that tugged on him.
This was their goodbye.
He knew it. She knew it.
She had the Laughing Siren. Once she had fully taken control of it and they divvied up everything on it, they would sail in opposite directions.
That was the plan.
It was what they had spoken about, what they had both agreed to wholeheartedly. So why didn’t Alister like the way this kiss tasted in comparison to the one they’d shared a minute ago?
I will search for her sails on the horizon... But the world was a big place and the sea even bigger.
What happened if he never saw them?