Chapter 33 #2
She watched me do it. Her lips parted. Then she sat up and kissed me. Once she moaned at the taste of herself still on my tongue, I knew I was done for.
My control snapped.
I stripped my shirt off, and hers followed, leaving her in just a sports bra. The rest was a blur of movement. I carried her to the bedroom. Grabbed a condom. Rolled it on without taking my eyes off her.
I knew this wasn’t exactly “healthy.” We were two train wrecks held together by damaged families.
My mother in a hospital bed—because of me, a needling voice reminded.
Her father leaving marks she’d carry forever.
Darragh tightening his grip around both our throats.
We were using each other to drown out the noise of our own lives.
Therapy would have been the logical choice.
There were smarter ways to handle all of it.
But she was the only one that would work.
“You sure about this, doll?” I pushed a stray hair from her forehead.
She nodded. “I trust you.”
The words were a tether and I didn’t deserve them. But I was going to keep them anyway. I’d broken her trust before, shut her out, let her drown in her own anxiety. I’d never do that to her again.
I guided myself to her entrance and pushed in slowly. At first she tensed up, the foreign feeling and fear not unlearned yet from her little body. I pressed my lips to her temple. Her cheek. The corner of her mouth.
“I’m right here, baby,” I murmured against her skin. “Breathe.”
She exhaled deeply as I pushed in farther. I felt her walls stretch and grip and pull me deeper like her body already knew me. She wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in the crook of my shoulder. I groaned as she tightened around me, taking every inch.
When I was fully seated, I felt like I was going to vibrate out of my own skin. I stayed still letting her breathe through it but my restraint was fraying at this point.
Forcing myself to hold back, I placed a gentle kiss on her lips to distract myself. And when she nodded after a few minutes, I pulled back and drove in again.
Fuck.
She didn’t protest as she let out those tiny, sharp moans right in my ear that made me want to lose my mind. I hooked my hands under her thighs, pulling her closer into each thrust so I could go deeper, hitting the back of her little pussy as she choked on her breath each time.
“Feel good, baby doll?” I rasped.
She nodded frantically, unable to form words. I watched her face, the way it was flushed and beautiful in the dim light.
“Mhmm, I bet it does.”
Her second orgasm snuck up on her and I felt it before she did. I held her legs against my chest, changing the angle to grind deeper into her.
“Tristian,” she breathed out, broken and desperate as I ground in deeper.
“Right there?” I did it again. Felt her clench and squirm as a dark smile crossed my lips. “Yeah. Right there.”
I threw my head back, my breath coming in jagged bursts. Her hand rested on my stomach, her little hand pushing against my lower abdomen.
“Too much, baby?” I muttered, though I didn’t slow down, wanting to drive her over the edge.
“It’s so deep,” she whined.
“But this is what you wanted... unless you want me to stop?”
She arched her body into mine. “Not… yet…” she whispered.
I chuckled as I hooked her legs over my shoulders and gripped her waist with both hands. I felt her completely open up, no resistance left, nothing between us, just heat and slick and the obscene sounds of me driving into her at this angle that had her seeing stars.
“Then I won’t stop, baby doll.”
“Oh—” she gasped. “Oh God—”
I didn’t hold back. I gripped her waist tighter, anchoring her, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.
Her whole back arched off the mattress, mouth open in a silent cry, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes from the sheer overwhelm of her reaching her orgasm. I drove through every spasm, merciless, grinding against her cervix and watching her shake apart with a dark, quiet satisfaction.
She was still clenching around me, aftershocks rolling through her, when I finally let myself go.
My vision tunneled, every last thread of control burned through.
I stopped being careful, chased the feeling of her walls still gripping me, felt her twitch and jolt every time I bottomed out, and I used that.
Used her. The headboard cracking against the wall with every thrust, her body taking everything I gave her without a choice in the matter.
I buried myself to the hilt on the last thrust and choked on a breath, grinding in, getting deeper, feeling her clench desperately around me as my vision went completely white.
My jaw locked. Every muscle in my body seized.
I came so hard it wiped me clean. No thoughts, no noise, no Darragh or my father or the hospital bills or any of it.
Just her, us, the tight heat of her body milking me dry while I shook apart inside her.
And then her walls clamped down, her whole body seizing underneath me as a third orgasm tore through her without warning. She cried out, the sound broken and too loud for the quiet apartment and my neighbors I was going to have to face in the hallway tomorrow. I cursed low under my breath.
My cock was still throbbing inside her, oversensitive, every clench of her walls around me sending a painful jolt up my spine that was almost too much.
But I held her still, almost toppling over as she rode it out with an overstimulated cry, her legs twitching over my shoulders. I didn’t move until the last tremor left her, my body aching for a break but wanting more at the same time as her tight little cunt gripped the life from me.
When the last tremor finally left her body I loosened my grip on her thighs and let her legs slide from my shoulders, slow, feeling every inch of her unwinding around me.
I lowered myself over her instead, my cock still pulsing inside her as I listened to the frantic thud of her heart against mine before I leaned down, kissing her softly.
Slow and deep while I was still buried inside her, still feeling every small aftershock move through her walls like her body couldn’t quite let me go.
Once she settled completely, I held her in the quiet and didn’t let go.
This woman was mine. All of her. Every broken piece. And I wanted to be the man to put her back together.