Chapter Twenty-Five
Bella
As his lips cover mine, my heart thunders in my ears. He wants me. This is not a mirage. Or some vivid fantasy I’ll wake up from and realize it’s not true. I’m here in his arms. In his room. I shudder. In my brothers’ home. Ugh. This is not the ideal situation. He lives with my brothers, and I live with my parents.
I pull back and lick my lips. His eyes swirl with the same desire I know is reflected in mine. “Is this a good idea?”
His eyebrows arch upward. “Is what a good idea?”
“Not us.” I thread my fingers through his hair to ensure he doesn’t think I’m changing my mind. I’m not questioning that. “You live with my brothers. Is it a good idea to have sex when they can hear us?”
He boosts me up until my legs are wrapped around his waist. “I think it’s a very good idea to have sex.” He smirks. “I’m guessing you can tell how good of an idea I think it is.”
“Yes.” I wiggle against his steely erection and whimper as his thick cock presses against the throbbing bundle of nerves at my apex. Yes, there’s no doubt he wants to have sex with me. “And I want you that same way. But what if someone comes in?”
“No one is going to come in.” He steps toward the bed. “For one thing, Xavier is the only one with a key, and he turned on the stereo to full blast when I came up the stairs.”
“Oh…” With each step, my sex bounces on the head of his cock. It’s like he’s already inside me, but our clothes are still on. My nipples tighten with anticipation as my body awakens in preparation for his onslaught. Because as amazing as last night was, this is better. Last night, I wished for our connection to be a reality. Today, I know it is. “I always knew I liked Xavier best.”
He swats my ass, causing a gasp to fly from my lips. “What was that for?”
“For flirting with Xavier all the time. For driving me crazy with jealousy and longing.” When his hand connects with my denim-covered cheek again, moisture floods between my thighs. I don’t know whether it’s from the contact of his hand against my ass or the fact that he admitted he was jealous of Xavier, but my excitement ramps up as his eyes glitter with a mixture of desire and anger.
“You had nothing to be jealous of.” I grab his face and hold him steady. He stops with his shins resting against the mattress. “I never liked Xavier. Not in that way. It’s always been you. It’s been you since my senior year.” I shake my head. “And years before that. I knew you didn’t notice me then, but–”
“I didn’t?” He arches his eyebrows while dropping me onto the soft mattress, causing me to flop on the bed in the most unladylike way imaginable, and raises the hem of his T-shirt.
With each inch of flesh that’s revealed, my eyes rake him in, and my mouth waters in appreciation. He’s gorgeous. Every solid inch of him is phenomenal. Thick thighs. Huge bulge at his crotch. Trim waist. Muscular abs. Nipple rings. My mouth drops open. My name on his chest. I lunge upright.
“What is this?”
“You.” He grips my hand and holds it over his chest. My name is above his heart, surrounded by intricate designs of a wildflower with a serpent wrapped around it. The tattoo is slightly obscured by the other work he’s had done, but it only took me a second to make it out.
My eyes search his. How’s this possible? How did no one notice? Or say anything? “I don’t understand.”
One corner of his mouth arches upward. “I’m assuming you don’t mean how I had the design drawn?”
“Stop,” I groan, rolling my eyes as I tug on the bar that goes through his nipple. He hisses and slams his mouth over mine while falling down on top of me, kicking my legs apart and ravishing me senseless until my head is reeling, and my sex is screaming for some much-needed attention.
After he pulls back, he stares at me with eyes that glow. “If you don’t want to be ravished, you should keep your hands to yourself. I don’t have any control when it comes to you.”
I spread my legs wider and scrape my fingers down his back. “Oh, I want to be ravished. Don’t think for one second, I don’t.”
“Good.” His lips and tongue skate along my jaw until he reaches my ear. “You smell so good. Touching you is driving me crazy. I want to be buried deep inside you more than I want my next breath.”
“Please,” I whimper as whatever question that started our conversation vanishes into thin air. The last thing I’m worried about is what we were talking about.
“Please, what?”
“Please touch me. Show me how much you want me. I need you.” I rock against his hard body, aching for relief.
“God, baby, you’re killing me,” he grunts, yanks my jean shorts open, and drags them and my panties down as his mouth sucks on the tender flesh below my ear. I kick at the denim until the shorts are off. “I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life.” He lunges two fingers into my heat.
“Oh, my God, yes!” I scream and buck upward, plunging his fingers to the hilt in one motion. “Please, please don’t stop.”
He leans up and stares into my eyes as he finger fucks me. “Your pussy is so sweet and hot. Don’t think for one second, I’m going to let anyone else touch it.” His jaw flexes. “Do you understand?”
I dig my heels into the mattress and thrust my hips upward, taking him to the base of his hand. He jerks his elbow backward, withdrawing his fingers from my sex. As soon as the pressure is gone, I arch my ass off the mattress in a desperate attempt to fill the void he made by withdrawing. To my frustration, he resists my attempt to relieve the ache between my legs.
“Why did you stop?” I growl and wiggle my ass in a circle as his fingertips brush over my entrance.
“Say it.”
“Say what?” I whimper as I meet his gaze.
He pinches my clit between his fingers and tugs. “Say this belongs to me.”
“Yes.” I nod jerkily. “Yes, my pussy belongs to you.”
“No.” His eyes flash as he shakes his head. “This is my pussy. Not yours.”
“Yes.” I bite my bottom lip as tears fill my eyes. “Yes. This pussy is yours. All of me is yours. Please…” I shudder from head to toe. “Please, take me. Show me who I belong to.”
“My pleasure, Wildflower. My pleasure.” He rips open his jeans, shoves them down his thighs, and plunges into my heat in one fluid motion.
“Yes,” I gasp as he stretches and fills every inch of me.
“Sweet Jesus.” His eyes roll back into his head. “You feel so good. So wet. So tight. I love this pussy. I could live buried deep inside of you.”
“Please….” I wrap my legs around his waist. “Fuck me, … Make me come. Make me yours.”
“You’re going to kill me.” His mouth slams over mine as our tongues dance and lunge in time to the rapid positioning of his cock into my core. I whimper and strain against him, begging for more. I don’t want light and sweet. I want his strength. His drive. His possession. I want everything. I want to be annihilated by him so that there’s no question of who I belong to.
His weight falls on me as he grips my ass and pounds. Thrusts. Plunges. Faster. Deeper. Harder. He never relents as our gasps for breath fill what’s left of the room that’s not being filled by the slapping of our bodies clashing. The wet sounds of his dick pummeling my pussy. When I forget to breathe, my head spins as his zipper bites into my flesh. But it feels good. He feels amazing.
“Baby, fucking you makes me feel like a king.” My breasts rub against my bra, feeling raw from overstimulation as he kicks his jeans off without breaking our connection.
Once he’s free of them, he draws me up to his knees, tosses my knees to the mattress, grabs my hips, and slices in and out of my sex. The head of his cock and his piercing rub over my G spot. Each inward plunge lands in the slap of his body against mine. And each outward retreat drives a piercing over my muscles. My thighs shake as every inch of his body flexes in glory. He’s gorgeous. Stunning. And all mine.
My eyes roll back into my head. “You fill me up so good. Please don’t stop. I love it.”
“I won’t stop.” His voice is ragged. “Not until you come all over my dick.”
“Oh,” I gasp and shiver. Hearing those words does something crazy to me. It sends my already quivering walls into a frenzy.
I clutch my breast through my top.
“Yes, baby, pinch those tits. Squeeze those nipples. That’s so fucking hot.”
I pinch down and tug hard on the aching tips, and with one thrust of his hips, I scream as my orgasm shatters through me. All I can do is fly. I shake and quiver on the mattress as he continues his assault on my body. My hands flop to the mattress.
“Such a tight fucking pussy. Squeezing my dick. The sweetest thing I’ve ever felt.” His intensity increases as I fist the blanket. “You look so good on the end of my dick. I could live like this forever.”
It's so fucking good. He falls down on top of me as I clamp my legs around him, digging my heels into his ass. It’s– “Oh, God!” I come again as tears leak from the corners of my eyes.
“Jesus,” he grunts and shudders against me. “That’s it, baby, milk my cock.”
Wave after wave of intense pleasure rocks me to the core. Until he pulls out. Finally, I find the strength to open my eyes. He slips his fingers through the wetness between my legs. “Who does this belong to?”
“It belongs to you.”
“That’s it, Wildflower.” He smiles and shoves his semen back into my sex. “You belong to me.”
“Yes.”
He rises back to his knees. “And I belong to you.” He runs his hand over the tattoo. “I got this the day after your graduation party, and I realized you were the only girl I’d ever love. And I couldn’t have you.”
My heart lurches into my throat as I shove off the mattress. “You have me. You always did.” My bottom lip trembles. “I love you, Dominic.”
“That’s the greatest gift you could ever give me. I love you, too.” He shakes his head. “More than you’ll ever know.”
“How did I never see it?” I trace my fingertips over the design.
“I made sure I was always shirts when we played football.” He lays his hand over mine. With each beat of his heart, it becomes real. Dominic Wood is in love with me.