Chapter 39 #2
“I’ll do this more often.” It’s a promise. “As long as you wear those pretty things, I’ll make sure your feet never hurt.”
My lips quirk. “You think they’re pretty?”
“I think everything you wear is. You could wear a garbage bag and I’d pant after you.”
I grow serious fast, my smile slipping as my belly tightens, pressure building between my legs. “I need you to touch somewhere other than my feet right now, Shade.”
He groans around a laugh, releasing my feet to cup my knees and push his hands higher. Inch by inch, his rough palms run along my legs, feeling the goosebumps that I know are covering them. I bite my lip, trying not to fill the room with my moans when he reaches my panties.
Instead of pulling them off, he pulls his hands out from beneath my skirt and pinches the sleeves of my blouse. I shiver, arching toward him.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asks lowly.
“Everywhere.”
His eyes flick up my body, glittering with a thousand dirty promises. “Don’t let me choose, or we’ll never leave this bed.”
“Would that be the worst thing?”
“Millie.” He says it like a curse.
I tug at the top button of my blouse, forcing his attention to follow. “Start here.”
He doesn’t hesitate. His fingers are so long that they make the buttons look tiny as he works them out of their loops with care. And once he’s finished, we both watch as my blouse slips to the bed, exposing my stomach and the lace cups of my bra.
I swallow the emotion in my throat and guide his hand to my breast, enamoured with the way his palm covers the entirety of it. The letters on his fingers stake their own claim to my body, marking me as his.
“Gonna take this off,” he rasps, squeezing me.
Leaning up, I make room for him to slip both my shirt and bra off. Left in only my skirt and panties, I lie back down as he studies me.
My nipples bead under his attention, and I wiggle against the mattress, feeling damp between my legs. I itch to bring him closer again, until he’s hovering above me with his mouth and hands all over me, but I wait.
“I want to be selfish with you. I want to cover you in my work. From here—” He palms my throat, thumb drifting over my pulse before dropping it to grip the inside of my thigh.
“—to here. Just so I can look at you and know you’re mine.
I want everyone who looks at you to know that you’re spoken for. ”
I twitch beneath that possessive touch. “And if I wanted you to do that?”
His hand returns to my throat, holding a bit tighter now as his eyes flare. “Don’t placate me. I don’t need that to be happy.”
Covering his hand with mine, I encourage him to stay there. His throat strains in response, jaw feathering.
“Start with the butterflies,” I murmur, bending my knee and sliding my leg toward me along the duvet. “I want them where yours are.”
He pulls in a long inhale before pulling his shirt off and dropping it to the floor. My eyes drop to his stomach, still not used to the sight of him like this. His muscles flex when he undoes the button on his jeans and slides the zipper down.
“Show me where,” he demands.
I tap my inner thigh, just below the bunched hem of my skirt. His nostrils flare as he nods once, bending to drag his lips across the area. My body tenses in response as I pulse with arousal.
“No teasing,” I rush out, shaking my head. “I need you now.”
“Don’t say that.”
“I do. I just want to feel you, Shade. That’s all I need.”
He breaks. There’s no need to argue further before he’s working both my skirt and panties down my legs and adding them to the growing pile on the floor. He undresses himself next and moves up my body, fitting himself between my legs.
I mewl at the tease of pressure when he rubs through my pussy and kisses me, letting our bodies touch just like this for a few moments. It’s enough to steal my breath, desperately trying to steal his in return.
“Gonna be a tight fit without stretching you,” he warns, the warning a garbled mess of tension and want.
I take his face into my hands and nod, snaring his eyes. “I don’t care.”
“Fuck.”
With a shift of his body, he lines us up and slowly presses inside. I force myself not to look away from him as my mouth gapes in pleasure. Every inch is accompanied by the cold touch of a piercing, and I hold him tighter, curling my ankle around his thigh.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good for me,” he breathes out, letting his forehead fall onto mine. “Almost there. You’re such a good girl, taking my entire cock like this.”
It’s impossible to stifle my moan this time. It rips through me, hitting his mouth before he swallows it. He finally stops moving, fully buried inside of me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I choke, swarmed with a million sensations.
“Can I move?”
I kiss him in answer, writhing beneath the firm press of his body. The movement forces him somehow deeper, and the metal piercings rub my inner walls.
“Yes!” I demand with a rough noise of pleasure.
He lowers himself over me completely, his heaving chest meeting mine.
I turn my head and kiss his bicep as it strains when he starts to pull out.
The glide is easy with how wet I am, making the barbells rub in the best way.
He stalls once I’m nearly empty before rolling forward, pushing back inside.
“Princess,” he hisses, closing his eyes. “Tell me you’re closer than I am, or I’ll stop right now and eat your pussy first. I’m not going to last long like this.”
“Don’t.” I cling tighter, keeping him trapped in place as I wrap my legs around him. “Don’t stop.”
He grinds his teeth before punching out his next words. “Tell me.”
“I’m close already,” I whimper.
His body moves faster then, his thrusts growing deeper, harder. Still, he doesn’t rush. Each time he fills me, it’s a new sensation. We move together, sharing the pleasure erupting inside of us. There’s something so different about the way we touch this time.
It’s impossible not to recognize that this is what love should feel like. Raw and open, terrifying but comforting. He pushes me with a steady hand, and I tug him with an excited one. There’s a friendship at the core of us, and those ties are permanent. What we’ve built around them is unbreakable.
“Trevor,” he mutters, opening his eyes to stare at me.
“What?”
His pelvis grinds against my clit as he stays seated inside of me. “My real name. It’s Trevor.”
My eyes burn with hot tears. I nod, letting the name echo in my mind before my body shakes, the feel of him so deep growing to be too much—
His deep, vibrating groan follows when I tighten around him and come. I bury my face in his throat and let the bone-deep pleasure in my voice coat his skin, creating a permanent mark of my own. He thrusts into me a few more times, growing more clunky in his movements before stilling.
I almost laugh at how in sync we are and that the last thing to push me over the edge was hearing him tell me the secret I’ve been waiting to hear since the night we met. My limbs are weak when I let them fall, my body sensitive from the intensity of my orgasm.
Shade lets out a strained laugh before kissing my flushed cheeks. “You’re going to kill me one of these days.”
“Me?” I snort before moaning when he pulls free of me. “This was all your fault.”
“I don’t know if I should be offended or flattered that all it took was the sound of my name to get you to come.”
I pinch his side, rolling my eyes. “It was more than that, and you know it.”
“Mm, maybe.”
He rolls onto his back beside me, and I push myself up to follow him, flushing a deeper shade of red when I feel warmth leaking between my legs. Glancing down my body, I stare at the mess he left behind.
“You know, I’m tempted to push that back in,” he says, drawing my attention again.
His stare is focused exactly where mine just was, but instead of embarrassment, there’s a hunger there that nearly makes me beg him to do exactly what he’s threatening. I don’t want him to move, though. Not yet.
Turning onto my side, I bring my finger to the healing tattoo on his sternum. He looks at where I’m touching him now, filling me with a softer kind of heat. Slowly, I lower my hand.
“You know, Trevor and Millicent never would have had a chance,” I tease, resting my head on his chest.
His arm automatically curls around me, keeping me pressed against him. “No, princess. But we do.”