Chapter 21 #2
He tugged at my waistband without ever breaking the kiss. I tore at his belt, desperate to get at him, to feel the thick weight of his cock in my hand, but he caught my wrist, pinning me to the bed.
“Wait,” he said, breathlessly. “I need to see you. I’ve waited for too fucking long.”
He trailed his mouth down my throat, biting softly at the tender skin, licking the line of my clavicle. His hands were everywhere, palms and fingers and roughness, his breath hot on my skin.
He kissed down my chest, mouthing at my breasts, biting at the sensitive flesh until my hips bucked. Then down, lower, tongue tracing hot lines over my stomach, hands spreading my thighs wide. He knelt between my legs, dark head bowed, and for a second he just looked at me.
“You’re it for me,” he said, voice breaking. “The only one I’ll ever think about, or crave, or need. Do you hear me? There’s nothing, and no one else.”
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then another, then finally, finally, his mouth was on my pussy.
I nearly screamed. He was good. Fuck, he was better than good.
His tongue was relentless, greedy, like he’d die if he didn’t taste every part of me.
He sucked my clit between his lips, flicked it with his tongue, drove two thick fingers inside me and curled them until my whole body bowed off the bed.
“Percy—” I gasped, hands fisted in his hair, “fuck, please, don’t stop, it’s so fucking good—”
Percy had always been intense, focused, and brutal.
But this? This was something else. He ate me like a man possessed, tongue working my clit in relentless circles, lips sealing around it and sucking until I saw stars.
His fingers were thick and strong and ruthless, pumping inside me, curling to hit the spot that made me writhe.
My thighs shook, knees clamped around his head as I tried to hold on, but he just gripped my hips and locked me in place.
I was babbling. Moaning. Swearing loud enough for the entire tower to hear.
The room vibrated with the hum of the bond, my magic running wild and slamming straight into his.
The harder he worked me, the more the bond screamed, until I realized he was riding that wave, feeding on it, using it to push me that much harder.
He pulled his mouth back just enough to growl, “I’d live between your legs if you let me.” Then he buried his face in me again, tongue fucking me in slow, filthy strokes that made me sob.
My orgasm slammed into me without warning, and I couldn’t even find my voice. I just shook and writhed, Percy holding me down, his tongue never stopping, drawing it out until it almost hurt.
“Fuuuck,” I gasped, collapsed back on the bed, tears wetting my cheeks. The aftershocks made my whole body tremble. I couldn’t remember the last time it had been this good. Maybe never.
He finally came up for air, licking his lips, dark eyes burning. His jaw was wet, mouth swollen, and when he wiped his face on the back of his hand, there was a crooked, wolfish grin that made my pussy clench all over again.
“You good?” he asked, voice rough and slightly shaky.
“You’re a damn sadist,” I managed, still panting, “and I want you to fuck me right now.”
He laughed. “Anything you want, honey. Anything.”
He didn’t bother with foreplay or finesse, not now.
He hauled me up the bed, kissed me hard, making me taste myself on his lips, then he was fumbling his jeans open, shoving them down just enough to free his cock.
It slapped hard and heavy against my thigh, and Jesus, I remembered exactly how good he felt, how he stretched me just to the edge of breaking.
He lined himself up, eyes locked on mine, and waited. “Tell me you want it.”
“I need it,” I said without hesitation.
He pushed inside, slow at first, inch by inch, letting me feel every fucking millimeter.
I gasped, nails raking down his back, and when his hips met mine, the air left my lungs in a rush.
He was so thick, so deep, I could feel him everywhere.
His hands were everywhere, bracing my thighs up around his waist, then holding my wrists above my head, pinning me down so I couldn’t move while he drove into me over and over.
The sound was obscene. Skin slapping, the wet drag of my cunt clenching around him, his low growls and the way I couldn’t stop moaning his name.
The bond was wide open, every sensation ricocheting between us, amplifying the pleasure until it was almost too much.
At this point I knew without a doubt that every single member of our shield was about to come hard.
I just hoped they weren’t somewhere public because this was about to be really embarrassing for them.
But I was beyond shutting the bond by now, and to be honest, I didn’t want to.
He gripped my hair, pulled my head back, and bit down on my throat hard enough to leave a mark. I arched for him, raked his shoulders with my nails, and begged him not to stop.
He didn’t. If anything, he fucked me harder, hips snapping so fast the bed creaked beneath us. Sweat dripped down his chest, making his tattoos shine. My skin was slick, our bodies sliding together, the heat between us unbearable and perfect.
He groaned and cursed under his breath against my neck, barely hanging on.
I was close, so close, and he knew it. He reached between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight, fast circles until I shattered again around him.
This time I screamed. The orgasm ripped through me like a star going nova, blinding white and endless, and I felt him lose it right after me, cock swelling, pulse after pulse as he came deep inside me.
He didn’t slow down. He just fucked me through it, holding me open, making sure I took every last drop. I was shaking, sobbing his name. He kissed me through it, mouth hungry and unrestrained, biting my lip, licking into me like he couldn’t get enough.
But Percy wasn’t finished. Not even close.
He rolled us over, flipping me on top of him. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me up and down his cock, making me ride him. He watched every second, eyes locked on my tits bouncing, my hair sticking to my sweaty skin.
“Look at you—even better than in my dreams,” he said.
I rode him hard, greedy for more, grinding my clit against the base of his cock. He watched me touch myself, watched my fingers play over my swollen, sensitive skin, and the way his jaw clenched told me he was holding back just to give me another one.
I threw my head back clenching around him so hard he couldn’t move.
He snapped, then. Percy’s stamina was fucking legendary, and he didn’t let up until I was sobbing, begging him.
We slipped off the side of the bed, toppling to the floor, and I laughed, but Percy only grabbed me, flipped me onto my stomach, and dragged me up by the hips.
My ass in the air, face pressed to the side of the mattress, his hands spread me open, and he pushed back inside, even deeper this time.
He fucked me into the plush carpet at the edge of the bed, one hand fisted in my hair, the other braced on my hip.
Sweat dripped off him, slicked down my spine and dripped down my thighs.
He lost it then, pounding into me, cock swelling as he filled me all over again.
I felt every pulse, every throb, the heat of it spreading inside me until I was delirious.
He collapsed over me, chest to my back, biting my shoulder hard enough to make me yelp. The bond vibrated through us, tangled and wild, and for a second it felt like we might actually explode.
When he finally slowed, he didn’t pull out.
Just lowered us both to the carpet, wrapped his arms around me, cradling me against his chest, his breath ragged in my ear.
We lay there, bodies slick, trembling, my pussy still fluttering around him, greedy for every last inch.
I knew without a doubt that I was going to have to be wheeled around tomorrow if they could even pry me out of my bed.
There was blood on my lip where he’d bitten it. There were bruises on my thighs, scratches on his back. I’d never felt so alive. Eventually, he rolled us onto our sides, still connected, his hand stroking my hair. He nuzzled the back of my neck, mouth soft for the first time.
“Jupiter,” he whispered. “Look at me.”
I twisted, the angle slightly awkward. He leaned over me, hand in my hair, tilting my face so I couldn’t look away.
His eyes glowed red in the dark, softer than I’d ever seen.
He pressed his forehead to mine, voice thick with all the things he couldn’t say except, “I love you, Jupiter Black, and I’ll die before I ever make you regret loving me back. ”