Chapter 16 — Deterrence #4
"Good." Her voice broke on the edge of the word. "Then put your mouth on me."
I did.
She made a sound so sharp and honest it filled the entryway.
I caught one thigh over my shoulder, gripped her ass to hold her steady, and ate her like the whole night had been leading me to that first taste.
She was soaked, hot and slick against my tongue, hips jerking as I found her clit and sucked.
"Oh God." Her head hit the wall. "Yes. Yes, right there."
Her voice wasn't polished now. Not strategic. Not careful. It was Eden after three hours of lap-sitting and public pretending, finally behind a locked door with my hands on her ass and my mouth between her thighs.
I worked her pussy harder.
She tried to stay standing. Failed. Laughed once, breathless and ruined, then clutched my hair with both hands while her hips moved against my mouth.
"This is so much better than roulette."
I laughed against her.
She cursed and pulled my hair.
I got her close. Close enough that her thighs trembled and her breath started breaking into small, desperate sounds.
Then I stopped.
Her eyes snapped open.
"Excuse me."
"Bedroom."
"That was rude."
"You said bed."
"I said many things."
"Locked door. Bed. Time."
Her mouth curved.
"You were listening."
"To every word."
I stood and carried her because if I didn't get her to the bedroom soon, I was going to take her in the hallway, and that would have been satisfying for exactly four seconds before I regretted wasting the bed she had asked for.
She wrapped her legs around my waist and kissed my neck the whole way.
In the bedroom, she stripped my jacket off first. Then my shirt, buttons losing the war under her fingers. Her palms hit my chest and stayed there.
"I wanted this," she said.
"My chest?"
"All of you, but yes, your chest. In that suit. At that table. While my dad was asking you about Mantle cards." Her nails dragged lightly down my skin. "I kept thinking, this is mine, and I can't even touch it properly."
"You touched plenty."
"Not properly."
She shoved me onto the bed.
I sat hard, and she climbed over me, naked except for heels and the black bra she still wore because apparently Eden believed in pacing torture. She rolled her hips down over my erection, still trapped behind my formal pants, and we both groaned.
"Off," she said, reaching behind her for the bra.
"Let me."
She paused.
Then she lowered her hands.
I unhooked it carefully.
The bra fell away, and her breasts settled free, full and heavy and so much better than every thought I had been trying not to have at the party. I cupped them both, thumbs brushing her nipples, and she arched into my hands with a sound that went straight to my cock.
"Harder," she whispered.
I gave her harder.
She moaned, rocked on my lap, and her breasts moved in my hands, warm and perfect, nipples tight under my thumbs. I bent and took one in my mouth, sucking deep, and Eden's whole body jerked.
"Yes. God, yes. Your mouth. I wanted your mouth so bad."
Her hands found my belt.
It took her no time at all.
Belt. Button. Zipper. My pants shoved down enough for her hand to wrap around my cock.
The first stroke nearly ended me.
She saw it.
Of course she saw it.
"Oh," she said, soft and delighted. "There you are."
"Eden."
She stroked again, thumb sliding over the head where I was already leaking.
"You got this hard because I sat in your lap at blackjack?"
"Among other things."
"The dress?"
"Yes."
"My hand on your chest?"
"Yes."
"My mouth on your jaw?"
"Yes."
She smiled and slid down my body.
"Good."
Then her mouth closed over me.
My head fell back. There was no managing the sound I made. Eden's mouth was hot and wet and far too pleased with itself, her hand working the base while her tongue circled the head like she had been thinking about the exact movement all evening.
"Jesus, Eden."
She hummed around me.
My hips jerked.
She pulled off with a wet sound and looked up, wicked and flushed. "I like that."
"I noticed."
"I like making you lose control."
"You're doing a spectacular job."
"Good."
She climbed back onto my lap, took my cock in her hand, and dragged the head through the slick heat between her thighs.
Every muscle in my body locked.
She was so wet. Hot and open and right there, sliding the head of my cock over her clit, down to her entrance, then away again before I could push in.
"Not yet," she whispered.
"Eden."
"I want to feel this part." She moved again, coating me in her slick. "I want to remember the edge."
"I may not survive the edge."
"I know." She smiled, beautiful and wrecked and greedy. "That's part of the appeal."
She kissed me while she teased us both, her tongue in my mouth, one hand at the back of my neck, the other between us, guiding my cock through her wetness with slow, filthy precision. The head slipped just inside her once, barely, and we both froze.
Her eyes opened.
So did mine.
"Tell me," she whispered.
"What?"
"Tell me you want me."
I held her face, thumbs against her cheeks. "I love you. I want you. And I'm not going anywhere."
Her mouth trembled.
Then she smiled, wild and soft at the same time.
"Take me," she said.
***
The first inch of her nearly ruined me.
Eden went still above me, her hands braced on my shoulders, her eyes open and locked on mine as I pushed into her. She was tight, soaked, and so hot my vision blurred at the edges. Her lips parted. Nothing came out for a second except breath.
Then she sank down farther.
"Oh God," she whispered.
I gripped her hips.
"Slow," I said, though I didn't know which of us I was talking to.
"I know." Her voice shook. "I want slow for one minute. Then I want everything else."
She took me inch by inch, her body yielding around my cock with a wet, gripping heat that made every nerve in me light up at once. When she finally settled all the way down, hips flush to mine, she made a sound that wasn't quite a moan and not quite a laugh.
It sounded like relief.
Her forehead came to mine.
"There," she breathed. "There you are."
I couldn't move. If I moved, I'd come. If I didn't move, I might come anyway.
Eden's body pulsed around me.
Her hands slid to my face.
"Look at me," she said.
I did.
She started to move.
Slow at first. A careful lift of her hips, a downward slide, a shiver running through her as she took me deep again.
Her breasts swayed with the motion. Her hair fell around her face.
The room narrowed to her body, her breath, the wet grip of her pussy around my cock, the look in her eyes as she finally stopped managing the wanting.
"I've thought about this so many times," she said.
"Baby."
"No, let me say it while I can still talk.
" She rose and sank down again, and her voice broke at the end of the movement.
"Watching the others, loving them, being happy for them, wanting you so badly I thought I'd go insane if I started and couldn't stop.
" Her palms flattened against my chest. "Now it's me. "
"It's you."
Her hips came down harder.
"Say it again."
"It's you."
She moaned and moved faster.
The rhythm built quickly after that. She had given herself the slow minute she wanted, and now patience left the room. Her thighs tightened around mine. Her hands braced on my chest. She rode me with focused, hungry force, rising and falling on my cock, each downstroke taking me to the root.
I cupped her breasts, and she cried out.
"Yes. Touch me. Don't stop touching me."
I rolled one nipple between my fingers and she clenched around me so hard I nearly lost it.
"Fuck."
She smiled through a gasp. "You like that?"
"I like everything."
"Good."
She leaned down and kissed me, messy and deep, still moving, still taking me. I caught her waist and held her through the rhythm, helping her ride, pulling her down onto me in hard, full strokes that made the bed shift under us.
Her sounds changed.
Less words. More breath. More open, urgent little cries against my mouth, into my neck, above me as she sat up and rode harder.
The black dress was a dark spill on the floor.
Her heels were gone. Her thighs shook with effort.
Her breasts bounced with every stroke, and the sight of her, Eden Archer, finally above me and completely beyond restraint, almost ended me right there.
I sat up.
She wrapped her arms around my neck instantly.
The new angle drove me deeper.
Eden's head fell back. "Oh God. There. Right there."
I held her ass with both hands and lifted into her, meeting her downstroke with my hips. The wet sound of us filled the room. Her pussy gripped me in deep, rhythmic pulses, slick and tight and greedy, and the base of my spine started to burn with the warning I could not ignore.
"I'm close," I said into her throat.
Her hands clamped at the back of my neck.
"Inside me."
The words hit harder than a touch.
"God, baby. Are you sure?"
"Inside me," she said again, fierce now. "I want it. I want all of it. I want you coming inside me while I'm wrapped around you. Please, Luke. Please."
I drove up into her.
She shattered.
Her orgasm took her whole body at once. Her legs locked around my waist, her nails dragged down my back, and her pussy clamped around my cock in hot, violent contractions that dragged me straight over the edge with her.
I came inside her.
Hard.
No control left. No careful left. My cock pulsed deep in her as I emptied into her in thick, hot bursts, hips locked up into her, hands gripping her ass while she shook around me.
She made a broken sound against my neck, half my name, half something too raw for language, and kept grinding down through every pulse like she wanted to feel every drop.
"Yes," she breathed. "Yes, baby. Give me all of it."
I did.
The orgasm kept going, hard enough to empty the room of everything but her. My hands, her skin, her pussy milking me, the slick heat where we were joined, her body trembling in my lap while I came and came until there was nothing left in me but her name.
When the last pulse faded, we stayed upright for about three seconds.