Chapter 41
ROWE
My stubborn minx of a woman hears my threat and presses harder against my knee. Want darkens her gaze as she tugs at my shirt and forces the last few buttons to come apart. I swallow a moan and fill my hand with her thigh, draping it around my hip.
The move opens her up to me but also gives her the freedom to grind her pussy up my thigh instead.
She rolls her lip into her mouth, trying to glance at where we’re connecting.
I pinch her chin and lift it before she can.
I’ve got her trapped beneath my touch, and the control has my cock throbbing to the point of pain.
Beneath my thumb, her pulse races. It would have been enough to give her emotions away if I couldn’t already read every inch of her expression so well. I stroke it gently and glide my mouth across hers, inhaling.
“What will it be, baby?” I rasp.
She drags her palm down my chest, then around to press against my back, urging me closer.
I let her move me, too desperate for her answer to deny her this yet.
Her touch feels better than anything else ever has.
Like softness and warmth, and fucking peace.
It used to be a form of torture for me, but now, it’s a comfort I never want to lose.
Her soft, peachy lips spread around a single word. “Tonight.”
“How?”
“My mom had it. All this time, she kept it.”
Pain blasts through my chest, but I don’t have time to register the cause of it before Tilly’s fingers are pressed to my nape and our lips are smashing together.
I let her swallow my growl and plaster her back against the wall, pressing my thigh to her pussy and leaving it there.
The cropped shirt she’s wearing is all too easy to rip down the middle.
It falls away like paper, and she shakes out her arms to free them before returning them to coil around me.
Her hips jerk, and I feel the glide of her centre over my thigh. Our jeans create a thick barrier, but that doesn’t keep her from trying to feel pleasure. I slip my tongue into her mouth, licking a circle around the tip of hers. She moans, pressing down harder against my leg.
“Give me more details,” I demand roughly.
Our mouths slant, wetness gliding across cheeks as we pant, unable to completely pull away as she rides my thigh. Her eyes flick up to hold mine, and I nearly come in my pants from how blown out they are.
“I never read it. I swear, I never got it,” she says, voice cracking.
I keep my hand around her throat but bring another to push her hair back out of her face. “I believe you.”
“You should hate me for never replying.”
“I tried,” I whisper, bringing my mouth back to hers and tasting the pain on her breath. “You refused to accept it.”
She squeezes my nape and keeps me locked in place, our lips together. Her kiss is softer than every other she’s given me. I close my eyes and brush a touch down the centre of her chest, craving the heat from her skin.
Her bra is another one of her lacey ones with no padding. When I ghost a finger over the centre of her tit, her nipple’s hard and waiting, the piercing cool to the touch. A hitched inhale comes before a soft moan.
“Tell me you don’t hate me anymore,” I demand, thumbing her nipple as it grows stiffer.
She clutches me, moving against my thigh more slowly now. “I don’t hate you anymore.”
“Prove it.”
Her breath scatters across my mouth when she nods and takes hold of my shoulder.
I shift her bra out of the way and pinch her bare nipple at the same time she starts moving up and down my thigh, harder this time, needy.
The black in the middle of her eyes tries to eat at the remaining green, but she keeps them focused on me, not letting her lust take over.
I roll my forehead against hers and hold her gaze as she uses me to come, riding my thigh while my fingers roll her nipple. The metal bar through it becomes my fascination, and I release the hard nub long enough to flick it, watching for a reaction.
“Rowe,” she whines, hips rolling at a steady pace.
“That’s good, hellcat. Use me to come. I’m going to take my time exploring you the way I should have for weeks now.”
She jerks her head in a slight nod and blows out a wavered breath.
I let her silent reply slide, too focused on the way she shakes with pleasure every time I roll her tight nipple.
Breaking away from her lips, I drop my head and stare at her chest. The red shade of her nipple only seems to deepen with every twist and tug.
Her stomach’s clenching, the muscles becoming more prominent.
When I look back up and find her chewing her lip, I pull it from between her teeth and rub my thumb over the swollen skin. “Don’t. I want to hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
“I’m the one doing all the work,” she blows out.
Fuck, I want to prove her wrong.
“Tired already, hellcat?”
Her nails dig into my nape, then my chest. I grin when she lowers a hand to my cock, palming it through my jeans. The pressure she uses next steals my grin, a rough groan slipping free.
“No,” she declares, arching her chest and encouraging me to continue playing with it. “Not at all.”
“That’s my fucking girl. You’re close, aren’t you? That tight pussy’s gonna soak right through those shorts, isn’t it?” I taunt, adjusting my footing so it’s easier for her to rub against me.
Eyes nearly crossing, she moves faster, lurching forward with a slight curl of her lip.
My cock threatens to rip through my jeans, and she squeezes harder, only making my need to take her that much fucking worse.
I grind into her palm and watch her hump my thigh with abandon, chasing the pleasure that’s starting to spike.
Pinching her nipple, I give it a testing twist and get rewarded with a ragged moan.
She flashes her droopy eyes at me and nods in silent confirmation.
A few more rolls of her hips, and she’s pressing hard against my cock and mewling a contorted version of my name that sounds far, far better than I’ve ever heard it.
“Good girl, Tilly. That’s it. That’s fucking it,” I grind out, releasing her nipple in exchange for a fistful of her hair. “That’s the first of many. I’m keeping you beneath me all fucking night. You’re mine now.”
Her voice breaks beneath the aftermath of her orgasm. “I’m yours. And you’re mine. “
“Show me that I belong to you, hellcat. I’ve had a decade to imagine what that could look like.”
She pulls back and drops to her knees. My buckle goes first, and then she yanks the belt from its loops and tosses it to the floor.
Her fingers pluck at the button and zipper before my jeans are falling to my ankles.
I thread my fingers through her soft, honey-blonde waves and hold her head, letting her get my cock out.
Once I’ve stepped out of my jeans and briefs, she’s taking me into her hand and stroking my shaft. Pleasure jabs my groin as I let her toy with me, pumping her fist at a slow, tight pace. Precum glistens at the tip before dripping down to meet her first finger, slicking it.
“Tease me too much and I’ll snap,” I warn between clenched teeth.
The tension in my spine is hard to keep ignoring. I’m not a weak man, but for her, I’d beg and plead and cry for a chance to have her like this. To have her at all. And for the first time in my life, I’m not ashamed of that.
“What makes you think I fear you on the edge?” she purrs.
Her eyes gleam up at me from beneath heavy, long lashes, and then she’s sticking her tongue out and licking up the spilled cum. I give her hair a yank and grunt, straining every muscle in my body to keep from shoving my cock down her throat.
“I’m not a porcelain doll. I’m yours, Rowe.”
And that’s it.
My eyes narrow, and I shove my fingers into her mouth, prying her lips apart. She flicks her tongue over the tips of them, and I lose it. My patience snaps like an elastic band stretched too tight. With one jerk of my hips, I’ve got half my shaft inside her hot mouth.
She gags at the intrusion but doesn’t fight me.
Her lips mould around the shape of me as she plants a hand to my thigh for balance and lowers another to cup my balls.
I thrust deeper, unable to stay still. She takes it with a soft choking noise and gasps when I retreat, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
“Still confident?” I grind out, hoping like fucking hell I haven’t pushed her too fast.
A tear drips down from her eye, and I swipe it away before it can touch her cheek. She nods, then brings her mouth to my tip, sucking it softly, tauntingly. I wet my lips and chuckle, twisting her hair around my knuckles.
“Take a deep breath, baby.”
She obeys. It does her no good once I’ve shoved inside that perfect mouth and poked the back of her throat.
Her breath grows trapped in her lungs, unable to rush back out as I hold myself in place.
The tears that glisten in her eyes twist up my insides again, so I pull out, tensing my jaw in frustration.
Tilly licks her lips, but there’s so much spit dripping down her chin that it does no good. I keep her head in place and try to steady myself.
“I like it when you’re rough with me. If I need you to stop, I’ll make sure you know,” she says, stroking me tightly while kissing my tip.
It’s the confirmation I needed. This time, I shove deep and stay there, letting her choke while tears cascade down her soft skin. When she moans, I feel the vibrations down in my balls. I blow out a curse and start up a rhythm, fucking slowly into her mouth.
“My hellcat,” I groan, watching her rub her thighs together, shorts unbuttoned. “I don’t want to waste my cum in your throat.”
Her eyes flash, but she nods. I pull out and help her to her feet before sweeping her into my arms. She kisses me instantly, wrapping her legs around my middle. I walk us into the bedroom door and set her down on the edge of the bed, keeping our middles together as she spreads out on her back.
“I want to take the risk with you,” she whispers, shimmying her shorts down to her knees. I help her out of them completely. “No more regrets.”
“No more regrets. No more wasted time,” I declare.
We can’t afford it. Not after all of this.
Her chest rises and falls steadily. There’s no hint of worry or fear in her expression, only overwhelming clarity. I swallow and dip my fingers into the band of her panties, guiding them down her smooth, tan legs. Foot by foot, I free her of the second-last boundary between us.
The lace bra hiding her chest goes next, until she’s bared for me, completely exposed, inside and out.
A rough noise escapes me as I stare at her, trying to stamp this image of her into the backs of my eyelids.
Flushed and eager, she lies on my bed—our bed—and watches me, waiting.
I fist myself and follow the hand she’s bringing to rest between her thighs.
She puffs out a sigh when her fingers pass her clit and part her lips, spreading herself for me. I tongue my cheek and squeeze her knee where her leg is still curled around my hip.
“That’s my job,” I murmur, tugging her until her ass rests against the very edge of the mattress.
“So take over.”
My lips spread in a smirk as I nod and bring my cock to her spread pussy, running it up and down. Every pass over her dripping hole has her bucking up, trying to get filled. I give in, sliding the tip inside before pulling back and rubbing against her clit.
“Tell me you’re mine again.”
She shudders, pressing her ass into the mattress. “I’m yours.”
“Take me, then.”
I slide inside, root to tip, not stopping until I bottom out, unable to push any further.
She moans, a hand flying up to hold my shoulder as I bear down, panting over her.
There’s a moment when neither of us moves.
With me buried completely inside of her and those round, glimmering eyes on me, we just .
. . exist. A beat passes, then another, before either of us can collect ourselves enough to move.
Slowly, I slide out, keeping our eyes locked in a hold that nothing on the fucking Earth could break.
She wets her lips and sucks in a breath, her heel digging deeper into my ass.
I work back inside and drop a hand to the mattress, using it to keep myself above her.
Her nails stroke up my bicep before she’s gripping it, whimpering as I pick up my pace, thrusting harder.
“You’ve got something else in that head of yours, hellcat. More words you want to tell me,” I grit out.
She arches her chest, tightening her hold on me to the point I think her nails might puncture skin.
I don’t pull away, even when the sting lets me know she’s done just that.
Warmth drips down my arm, and I snap my hips harder, tilting them up so my cock hits higher inside of her.
Her high-pitched preen fills the room, and I pull her thigh higher around me, forcing her ass off the mattress.
The headboard smacks into the wall as we move. There’s no slowing down now. Tilly’s loud, crying out as I hit the part of her that makes her eyes burn into mine. I want more. Need everything. Every fucking noise and plea and word that’s ever existed in her mind.
“Tell me,” I snarl, closing my hand over her tit, massaging it.
She presses into my touch. “You first.”
I thrust deep and grind my hips, rubbing against her clit. The walls of her pussy tighten, fluttering around my shaft as I hold myself in place, continuing to roll forward against that sensitive little spot.
“Tilly.”
“Rowe,” she snaps before closing her eyes, gasping. I lower myself to my forearms and lean so fucking close that our noses bump. Her features tighten, brows scrunching tight as she starts to shake. “I love you.”
There it is. With a deep groan, I glide out and barrel in for the last time. The gush of her arousal sounds as I come, taking her lips in a hard kiss. Her legs quiver and fall from around my waist. I push up on one arm and bring the other to her cheek, stroking it with my knuckle.
“I love you, hellcat. I’m not letting you go again. If you run, I’ll chase you the way I couldn’t the first time.”
She touches my throat, then my jaw. Her touch warms my lips. “I’m not running.”
“I don’t know shit about being with anyone,” I admit, regardless of the fact that she already knows that.
“I’ll teach you.”
I tip her chin up and nod. “Gonna have to be patient with me.”
“Patience has never been my speciality,” she teases, kissing me once.
“I’ll teach you.”
Her giggle seals the deal.