7. Chapter 7- Hadley
Chapter 7- Hadley
Molly
J esus.
Fucking.
Hell.
As his lips indulged at my breast, my back arched in a painful yet pleasurable way, the gentle nip of his teeth adding a hint of delightful pain to my puckered nipple. However, I found myself capable of enduring it all without being overwhelmed.
I actually wanted more.
His hand slid lower and buried his fingers in my wetness as he rubbed the calluses of his hands over my hypersensitive clit.
“Fucking hell, you’re so wet, Hadley. So fucking hot and perfect.” He growled against my breast.
I was still on my side, with my torso turned toward him as he explored my pussy .
It felt so fucking good, my hips jerked and bucked under his hand as my ass ground deeper onto his cock between me and his stomach.
He was fucking big. Seriously huge and I thirsted to feel him inside of me.
It would hurt, but I craved the pain I knew he’d bring me.
His pain was so different from the pain the Saint had inflicted. I reveled in Kip’s pain. I danced in the burn and moaned at the torment.
And I was fucking crazy.
But I couldn’t worry about that right now, I wanted his crazy more than my next breath.
As he slid two fingers over my clit, I humped his cock. He was teasing my entrance with the tips of his fingers as I bucked and rode his hand, his tongue never leaving my breasts.
Kip played me like a fiddle for a while, rimming the entrance of my pussy where I so desperately needed him and then moving up to pinch and pull at my clit before grinding his big fingers against it in circles. He brought me so close to an orgasm over and over but held off.
“Please, Kip.” I moaned pathetically as I reached behind me and palmed his cock, sliding my nails over it through the fabric of his briefs from balls to tip.
“Say it, Hadley. Beg me for it.” He kissed his way up to my neck, where he bit down gently before soothing the pain with his tongue, then moving on and leaving another mark over the marks that were already there from before. He was claiming me over them.
“Make me come, please. Please let me come.” I whined and rejoiced when I felt his smile against the skin right below my ear.
“You’re such a good girl, so perfect. So perfectly mine.” And with that, he buried two thick fingers deep inside of me, eliciting a gasp and shudder from my lips as I turned back onto my side completely to ride his expert fingers.
His praise was a drug, the absolute best I’d ever tasted. I needed the affirmation more than I needed anything else before in my life. I longed for it.
I kept my hand on his cock, his hips kept thrusting it between my ass cheeks. I could tell he was close too, and I knew he wanted his release, but I didn’t know if I could handle actual sex with him. He didn’t give me a long time to worry about it before his fingers curled inside of me, rubbing deliciously on the bundle of nerves inside of me that shot red-hot lightning through my limbs and spine.
“Fuck!” I gasped as the orgasm that had been building exploded inside of me. I convulsed in his arms as he held onto me, never letting up on my pussy or my sensitive nipples.
I felt his cock tense up even more in my hand and heard him grunt as warmth pooled inside of his briefs as he came in my hand. We both rode out the waves of ecstasy at each other’s hands and then laid there, trying desperately to catch our breaths.
My skin was slick with sweat, and I let go of his glorious cock to whip the blankets off of me, welcoming the cool air.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from my clenched pussy before drawing lazy circles over my clit as he finally took his hands from me completely.
With a captivating gaze, he raised his fingers to his mouth and sensually licked them clean, as if relishing the taste.
I nearly exploded all over again. Normally, such a brazen act would repulse me and send me running, but watching him taste me intimately felt like he was claiming them as his in an incredibly powerful way. His stare never left mine as I watched him feast on his fingers.
“You taste like honey. It’s incredibly arousing, and my new favorite flavor.”
I just laid there silently, watching him over my shoulder, unable to form words. The alcohol I drank earlier had blurred the edges of my inhibitions, and when I felt his hard, desirable body behind mine when he got into bed, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him to go away. I just wanted to feel secure and sexy, and that was how he made me feel every time he was near, when lust filled his eyes instead of the anger that usually was there.
He leaned forward and kissed me tenderly on the lips, lingering and tasting the seam of them before pushing through with his tongue to dance with mine. I’d never kissed a man with a beard before but as he deepened the kiss, I brought my hand up to his cheek and ran my nails through it, which he answered with a growl before rolling me over on my back and really putting all he had into it.
I laid on my back and opened my arms and my legs to him unconsciously, but he held back. He kissed me deeply but didn’t move to lie between my legs like I wanted him to.
He slowly pulled back from the kiss and just looked down at me, almost in wonderment before he allowed his eyes to trail down my body, taking in my entire naked form laying in his bed. I moved to cover my breasts with my arms and pressed my legs together tightly.
“Don’t.” He commanded, his eyes snapping back up to mine. “Don’t cover yourself and keep all of your beauty from me. I still can taste your orgasm on my tongue Hadley, you have nothing to hide from me anymore.”
But I couldn’t convince my arms to drop to my sides, even with the darkness working as a type of cover.
He scowled down at me, putting his features back into what I recognized most about him, and rolled over and got out of bed.
Did that piss him off?
I quickly dropped my hands, as much as it physically pained me to leave myself so vulnerable.
While he stood up, he kept his back to me; however, as he took a step towards the door, he glanced back at me over his shoulder and abruptly halted upon seeing me lying there completely exposed and vulnerable.
When he turned around, his gaze consumed me, mapping out a path over my skin that felt like a tangible caress. I lay there, striving to remain perfectly still.
He stepped back to the bed and knelt down, leaning over my face.
“Thank you,” he murmured softly before giving me another gentle kiss. He stood again and turned towards the door once more, though. “I’m going to go clean myself up. This was the first time since I was a teenager that I’ve been so turned on that I came in my boxers. That’s the effect you have on me.”
I smiled in the darkness but once again remained silent as he went downstairs to the bathroom. I contemplated putting the shirt I’d stolen from his drawer back on, but somehow knew he wouldn’t like that very much.
That I was doing or not doing something based on a man’s reaction should have terrified me, or it should have at least enraged me. But I actually felt a sense of excitement and bravery .
Instead of putting the shirt back on, I drew the blankets back up over my body and laid back into the comfortable bed.
It wasn’t long before he was climbing the stairs to the loft again, but I could feel my eyes drifting sleepily.
I didn’t know what I was expecting to see as he crossed the threshold, but what I got was far more enjoyable than what I could probably have dreamed up.
He was as naked as the day he was born, holding a bitten apple and a stem of grapes. My eyes, of course, instantly went to the enormous package swinging proudly between his legs and then traveled over his body cut from stone. My eyes snapped back up to his face in embarrassment after staring at his cock and abs for so long.
He stopped and smirked at me mischievously, before taking another bite out of his apple and then dropping both arms to rest at his side. “Take a long look, baby. Soak it all in, I’m not shy.”
I smiled embarrassingly and dropped my eyes to my hands on top of the blankets as I chewed on my lip. I couldn’t possibly just stare at him like he said to. No way .
“I mean it, Hadley. Look at me, tell me what you like. Talk to me.” He sounded calm and sincere, and I baited myself into looking back up at him, careful not to stray too long on my way up.
His joking face had faded slightly, and I could see the seriousness in his gaze once again. “What are you attracted to the most about my appearance?” He asked once more.
My eyes skimmed over the strong defined muscles of his shoulders, down his biceps, and lengthy arms with veins and muscle fibers straining under the swirls of ink. I cut my gaze back across his chiseled chest and lean abdomen.
I felt the heat slide up my chest and face as I allowed myself to look down at his cock again. He had a trim down there, but the black hair that sprinkled over his chest and stomach extended down further to his groin before thinning out over his thighs and calves once again.
“I like how masculine you are.” My response was weak, so I swallowed quickly and sat up further, trying to make myself not seem so meek and pathetic. He waited patiently, standing naked as I continued to look him over. “I like how feminine your masculinity makes me feel. And how confident you are. How big you are,” I paused as I looked down at his waist and raised one eyebrow before looking back up at him, “everywhere, and how strong you are.”
His eyes lit up as he listened silently. He closed the distance between us and slid into the bed next to me, still saying nothing. I waited as patiently as I could, then started second-guessing my answers. What if he wanted only the superficial sexual answers, and I just went all deep and got my feelings all over him?
But he set the fruit down in his lap as he slid down under the blankets before wrapping his arm around me and pulling me in to lie on his chest with my head on his shoulder.
“Your femininity makes me feel strong and masculine. I’ve never been with a woman as small and delicate as you are, but I’m finding it to be like a drug for the alpha inside of me.”
In a very un-lady-like way, I snorted and said, “I think alpha describes you perfectly.” He plucked a grape from the bunch in his lap and pressed it into my lips. When I opened them and sucked it into my mouth, he grunted from under me, making me look up once more .
“Every single thing you do is erotic, Hadley. Literally every single thing.” He finished the apple and put it in the bin next to the bed before popping a few grapes in his own mouth and then offering me another. “I mean it when I tell you that you’re so incredibly beautiful, and I can see that you don’t believe me, but I’ll work on getting you to start some other day. Your eyes are an incredible color of green and they draw me in from across the room every single time I catch your gaze. I could spend an entire day just doing things to get you to look at me.” He paused briefly, “And your body,” he slid his hand down to graze over my curves before settling it on my hip with his big palm resting on my backside, “Your body makes me want to do crazy, beautifully, awful things to it. But more than just physically, your calm and quiet nature soothes me, too. It plays with the alpha in me and makes me want to just protect and listen to you for the rest of my days. And I don’t know the last time I’ve felt that way so instantaneously before. I don’t think I ever have.”
“I won’t ask what this means,” I motioned between our bodies, “but I will ask if this means you’re done treating me like a pariah?” My fingers played across his chest and abdomen, teasing the sensitive flesh there below the ink. He placed his hand over mine before lifting it to his lips, where he placed a gentle kiss on the inside of my wrist.
“I apologize for my attitude the last few days. It’s been a very long time since I’ve had anyone here with me, and I only acted like that because I was trying to fight whatever this draw is between us. This,” he paused, setting my hand back down on his stomach before threading his fingers through mine, “is very uncharted territory for me, okay? I don’t know what it is or what it will be or where it’s going from here, but just know that I’m interested in you for more than just sex. Okay?”
I lifted my head to look at him and could see, for the first time, the vulnerability in his eyes as he looked down at me and waited for me to answer. “I don’t know what it is or what it will be or where it’s going from here, either. But I’m interested in you for more than just sex, too. We can figure it out one day at a time.”
I put a smile on my face and laid my head back down on his chest as he set the grapes on the end table and settled deeper into the bed. When he reached to turn the light off, though, I could decipher a few words from a script tattoo on the inside of his upper arm.
Molly, my one true love, my soulmate amongst imposters.