Chapter Nineteen #2
He doesn’t wait for me to answer, his eyes darkening into something untamed as he uses my panties while thrusting into his hand. “I need to taste you,” he growls, and before I can process what’s happening, Gareth’s lying on his stomach between my legs, pushing them open wider.
I’m bare before him, dripping release and arousal, so beyond ready for him I might be embarrassed if it were anyone else.
But it’s not.
It’s Gareth.
My Golden Boy.
His lips clamp around my clit without warning, and a strangled scream leaves me, my lower half trying to come off the bed, but he pins me with his forearm against my stomach, holding me in place as he laps up every drop of liquid escaping me.
He moans, licking me with a long swipe of his tongue before thrusting it inside me.
“Fuck, Gareth, oh my God.”
I feel his smile against my skin as he laps at me, and there’s nothing I can do besides grip the bedding beneath me and submit to the glorious torture he’s inflicting. Warmth spreads throughout my body as he finds his way back to my clit, the tension quickly building again.
Intense, searing pleasure takes over, and I explode against him. My hand flies to his head and I grip his hair tight, which only spurs him to eat me more furiously, like the way I’m grabbing him for dear life is the green light he needs to be rougher.
I like it.
I’m not some delicate little flower who needs tender loving care in the bedroom. I want him to unleash the last eight years of pent-up feelings and desire on me.
And I want him to do it now.
His tongue starts to slow, and I release my hold on his hair, grabbing onto his shoulder to pull him up. Instead, his fingers grip my waist as he continues.
“Stop,” I command, my voice firm. Gareth stops immediately, lifting himself off me with his eyes full of concern.
“Indy—” he starts, his voice already apologetic even though he has no idea why I stopped him.
“Stop,” I repeat. This time when I pull on his bicep, he lets me guide his body where I want it.
Pushing him onto his back, I move to straddle him, sinking myself low enough to drag my pussy against his shaft. We both moan at the contact, despite there still being a layer of clothing between us.
“I want your cock,” I whine, finally shrugging off the jersey. Reaching around, I unclasp my bra next, then toss it to the side. “Take off your pants.”
I press up onto my knees, giving him space to undress. Gareth quickly pushes his pants off, taking his underwear with him. His cock springs free, slapping against my leg.
Goddamn, I knew he was big, but feeling it beneath his clothes and seeing it are two different things.
My pussy flutters at the thought of being stretched around his shaft, the anticipation of the sweet stinging pain igniting heat within me. A flush creeps onto my cheeks—one that Gareth can see.
Pushing my hair from my face, he thrusts his hips upward. “Tell me what you want, Trouble.”
“Did I not make myself clear enough?” I sink my body lower again, this time gliding up and down his bare, velvety shaft.
“You drive me insane,” he growls, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave bruises.
I hope he does.
Leaning forward, I capture his lips, claiming them as mine while I reach between us and position the head of his cock against my entrance.
The flames in my core burn hotter.
I rub him up and down me, swirling the crown of him around my clit. Tossing my head back, I let out something between a moan and a whimper.
Gareth’s hands explore my curves, fingers tracing my skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Lowering my lips, I sink onto him just enough for the tip of him to enter, when his hands fly to my waist.
“No.” Sitting up with me still in his arms, my back hits the mattress before I know what’s happening. Gareth’s hovering over me, gaze burning. “This honor is mine,” he growls, then in one thrust he’s filling me entirely.
I cry out, but my body quickly adjusts to his size and the pain melts to pleasure.
“Fuck, Indy. Every inch of you was made for me.”
“Yes!”
“You.” Thrust. “Were.” Thrust. “Made.” Thrust. “For.” Thrust. “Me.”
“God, Gareth. Harder.”
He lifts my leg up higher, deepening himself with every snap of his hips. It feels like he’s going to rip me in two, in the best way possible.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”
“Yes,” I moan, then his mouth covers mine again in a kiss that steals my breath away.
It’s different this time. He’s speaking without words—a declaration. He’s mine, I’m his, and that’s all that truly matters. We’re all tongues and moans, getting lost in each other.
It’s perfect.
Just like my Golden Boy.
We both moan when he pulls himself nearly all the way out before slamming back in. Twisting his hips, he repeats it again and again, and I do my best to meet him thrust for thrust.
“I want to hear you scream my name when you come all over my dick, Indy. I’ve lived out that fantasy so many times in my head. Let me hear it for real, Trouble. I want you so loud the ranch down the road can hear you.”
Crossing my feet behind his back, I pull him closer, so deliciously full. The familiar flickers of another orgasm rear to life within me, starting at my toes.
“That’s all you, Golden Boy. What are you going to do to make me scream your name?”
Gareth stills, hair falling in front of his eyes when he pulls back, gazing down at me with a possessive challenge I’ve unleashed.
Grabbing beneath my knee, he pulls my leg so I have no choice but to unhook my feet, then shifts himself so he’s more steady on his knees before lifting my leg to rest over his shoulder.
“Better hold onto something, Trouble.” He smirks, then snakes his hand between us and starts rubbing my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my hands flying up to grip the pillow just beyond my head.
The circular rhythm he attends to my clit moves in time with his thrusts as he slams into me, not holding back any restraint.
The pressure immediately builds inside me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Nothing—no one—has ever brought me pleasure like this before.
“You take me so well, Indy. My dick was made for you, did you know that? Just like your body was made for me.”
Somehow, Gareth pushes deeper inside me.
I explode.
Light strains my vision, my entire body convulsing as my orgasm crashes into me with relentless waves of pleasure.
“Gareth,” I scream, his name ripping from my lungs. “Ah, oh my, YES!” I strangle the pillow, my body thrashing against him, but he takes it in stride, using the bucking of my body to chase his own release.
“Fuck, Indy,” he grunts, his hips wild as he ruts inside me. I feel him come, filling me up as he covers his mouth with mine again.
Our moans tangle together, his body weight slowly lowering onto me as we both come down from our climaxes, but he doesn’t pull out.
Instead, he stays inside me, peppering kisses against my skin like I’m the most precious thing in his life, and he can’t stand the thought of not being connected. His fingers dust across my skin, sending a soft shiver through me.
Everything feels weightless—effortless.
I’d give anything to stay in this moment with him forever.
Because for the first time in my life, I’ve put my happiness first.
And I don’t plan on letting him go.