20 #2
Pre-cum dampening the fabric of my underwear steadily, I only break away from the kiss, heart hammering with force, to gasp for breath. As I do, Scotty catches my gaze, and he gives me a silent dip of his chin that I return in thanks as he quietly leaves the room.
All my attention narrows back down to Vengeance as her hand snaps out and curls around my throat, dragging me back into her.
I obey her more than willingly, trying to pour every ounce of me, every ounce of passion and love I have for this stunningly devastating woman in my arms into her with every touch, every breath, every unsteady heartbeat.
I grunt, shoving my hips forwards into her hand when she cups me through my shorts.
“Shit.” Body burning and tingling, I can only groan, eyelids threatening to close as she rubs up and down my shaft firmly.
Maybe I should be humiliated by the way I’m rutting against her palm, letting out low sounds of pleasure that I can’t keep hidden, but I can only feel euphoria in the presence of my Bonded.
When she tugs at my waistband, I don’t waste a single second, all but ripping my clothes in my haste to get them off. Hers don’t fare much better, and I think I might have actually heard a small tear there, but the washing machine will fix that for Tate if they’re damaged nonetheless.
The ravenous sound I make when she’s bared to me can probably be heard through the walls, but I couldn’t care less as I dive down and take one of those dusty-pink nipples into my mouth, sucking on the stiff peak.
With a sinful moan, her head kicks back, and my hand buries itself in her hair, grabbing hold of her scalp to keep her to me as I grunt into her flesh, “Fucking love these tits, Vengeance.” After leaving my mark on her right one, I move on to the left, teeth tugging gently on her nipple before licking the little nub firmly, without shame. “Bloody gorgeous.”
My hand that’s not in her hair grabs a handful of that plump ass of hers, and I hesitate before drawing my hand back and slapping her right cheek. Kneading her heated flesh afterwards, I pull back a little warily, anxious to see her reaction.
It’s not like I haven’t spanked her lightly before, but this was a little harder, and I have to make sure she actually wants that, is as aroused by the action as I am. Don’t ask me why I am, because with both our pasts, I wouldn’t think either of us would be into something like that.
But the look on her face tells me she very much is, and the wildfires scorching my insides are giving an extremely enthusiastic agreement.
Chest heaving, I lick my lips. Eyes on her face this time, not wanting to miss a single reaction, my hand leaves her skin, then returns with a harsher crack! than before.
Breath hitching, thighs pressing together, Ezla leans into me.
My other hand comes to join my right one on her ass, smoothing down the length of her body before grabbing and massaging a fistful of her left cheek, and I whisper hoarsely, “Why do I like that, Vengeance? Why do you like that?”
Lips parting, she replies lowly, “I do not know.”
My throat works with my thick swallow, and I use my hold on her backside to lift her, carrying her over to the bed. When I set her down, she immediately flips over onto her front, stretching herself out languidly.
“Jesus, Ezla, look at you . . .” I murmur roughly as I take her in from head to toe. Dick jerking, a pained groan leaves me. “You have no idea . . . how badly I want you.”
Folding her arms on the pillow beneath her head, she rests her chin on her forearms, then looks over her shoulder at me and repeats her earlier words: “So show me.”
My cock bobs in the air as I advance towards her without hesitation, and my hand wraps around my thickness.
I breathe heavily through my teeth as I pump myself while she watches with an unwavering focus.
“You want that? I . . .” My fist stills for a moment.
“Ezla, I don’t know what I’m doing here.
I might’ve been with . . .” I trail off at the furiously jealous look she tries to keep from her face, before continuing, “They were nothing like this. I haven’t done anything like spanking or shit.
And I think I want to try more with you, but I don’t yet know what I like in that regard, and I don’t want to hurt you. ”
Satisfaction has replaced the previous writhing green flames, and she says lazily, “I will allow you to do whatever you wish today, Cooper. I am intrigued.”
A heady dose of both excitement and trepidation has my head lightening. “Yeah? You mean that?”
She hums her yes, heavy-lidded eyes watching my every move with that predator-like intensity.
My hand squeezes my dick, encouraging more arousal to seep from the slit in its tip. “You’ll tell me if you don’t like something?”
“No.”
My brows dip.
“I will show you.”
Her razor-sharp smile has the hairs along my arms raising.
Sinking my teeth into my lower lip, I close the distance between myself and the bed, a knee pressing into the silk-dressed plush mattress.
Releasing my grip on my length, my palm sinks into the mattress next, my other finding her smoother-than-satin leg and sliding up slowly from her ankle, up her calf, and to the back of her knee, then higher.
She watches me the entire time, and when I finally get to the space between her thighs, dipping a finger into the pooled wetness there, a faint tremor runs through her.
I’m in a mix of wonder and overwhelming desire as I rub my finger back and forth, lightly at first, then adding pressure, and she lets out a shaky breath.
Without warning, my free hand connects with her ass.
She hisses but doesn’t hesitate to lift her hips from the bed, offering her gradually reddening backside up to me.
My moan vibrates the burning-hot air. “Fuck, that’s pretty.
There’s something about this . . . something about giving you this kind of treatment, in a way that’s only pleasure, that .
. .” I struggle to find the words, and Ezla doesn’t interrupt or press me at my impromptu involuntary admission.
“It changes the meaning of violence when it comes to you, Vengeance. You make me see things differently. And when I think of that word, I don’t want to think of my blood brother or .
. . him.” I refuse to speak that monster’s name in such a special moment, and I shove him right off a fucking mental cliff into the fiery pits down below before I continue, “I just want to think of this.” My hand comes down again harder this time, and I watch with molten lava shifting in my veins as her ass cheek colours a deeper shade of red than before.
Lowering my head, I press my tongue firmly to her skin, then drag it over that burning curve roughly.
Her next inhale is quivering, then hitching when I bite down into that plump flesh of hers.
She practically shoves her ass in my face for more, and I grin into her, moving my teeth to her other cheek to give it the same treatment.
While I do, a hand smooths over her hip and around, running over that buttery-soft skin of hers before finding her mound.
Cupping her firmly, two fingers stroke along her soaked slit, and I let out a rough groan before my thumb and forefinger find her swollen bundle of nerves and clip it between them.
Her hips jolt, and her breathy curse muddles my brain with its sensuality. “Feed me your cock now, Cooper,” she orders abruptly, lying back down fully so that her front’s flush to the mattress and her legs are sat together.
I let out a shaky breath, preparing to carry out her demand as if she’s controlling each of my limbs on inky-crimson strings.
My knees press down either side of her as I straddle her thighs, and I can’t help but grasp her ass cheeks in either hand again, cock jumping against her leg as I work the flesh before I part them.
I’m leaking onto her skin from the sight alone when I pull my hand back to take a hold of the base of me, adjusting myself for a better angle. Shuddering as I slip my cock into place, I mutter, “God, you’re gonna be even tighter like this. You ready for me, Vengeance?”
“Fuck me.” Her command is stricter this time as impatience slips through, and it feels so ridiculously good to know she needs me as much as I do her.
“Anything you want, HC.”
Hands finding their place on her hips, I slam my pelvis forwards.
“Fuuuck.” My eyes roll to the back of my head as she invites me into her warmth, walls of velvet sucking me in.
Her responding moan is barely audible, but it stokes the flames in me just the same, more so because of it.
All her hot little sounds are so fucking precious, and I cherish every one of them, no matter how hard to catch some of them are.
Pulling my pelvis back, I steadily push back into her, fucking drowning myself in her, and my fingers clench on her hips as I start to find my rhythm. “Yeah, shit, your cunt’s really trying to keep me in,” I mutter roughly as I fuck into her.
She surrounds me, consumes me fully as I fill her over and over again, and a sense of surreality hits me.
I can hardly believe I’m here with her, that she’s letting me have her like this, and that’s for a multitude of reasons, but what stands out most starkly is the dramatic change since the Halfway Ball.
I knew our night meant something, but it’s been glaringly obvious with how she’s been acting since, the way that she matched Tate’s desperation completely when he took her in our Bonded washroom.
She’s fighting hard to stay with us with all the shit going on, no longer trying to push us away, and I’ll never take this gift she’s giving me and my brothers for granted as she slowly gives us more and more of herself.