Chapter 11 #2
I don’t stop, my hips grinding against him now, and he sighs. He threads his hands through my hair, and tilts my head to him, and away from the screen.
“There’s a movie, don’t be rude Bel-”
He’s kissing me now, his hand threaded into my hair, and keeping me right where he wants me.
I kiss him back, leaning up and into him, my body now angled on top of his.
I press my hand on his hard chest, trying my best to stabilize myself.
The more he leans into me, and the harder I press into him the more I realize there’s no way to stabilize myself when it comes to Bellamy Archer.
The attraction is far more than I ever had imagined at first.
I know how it makes me sound. I know how it makes me feel although it shouldn’t.
But kissing never brings anything more than a small burn in my chest, a bit of curiosity.
It’s never what makes me want more, and even further than that, I never want more, because most men know nothing about what they’re doing when it comes to women.
But this, the skillful way he moves his lips against mine, and the way he holds me against his carved body doesn’t send a small burn, it ignites my entire body.
It burns me up and turns me into ashes right on top of him.
I’m no longer human when I kiss him, honestly, I’m not sure what he makes me feel like, but I know it’s good, and god it’s dangerous because I would probably give anything to feel his hands on my skin.
“Ryn...” He pulls away from me, but I kiss him again, not letting him get a word in, no comments, no concerns.
I don’t want to hear them, all I want is his body against mine. Fuck the movie.
“No time for common sense right now,” My lips brush against his as I speak.
“But-”
I kiss him, locking my lips with his, creating friction as I roll my body onto his. I feel a groan rumble from his chest and into my mouth. I know my judgment is a bit clouded by his quarterback hands and incredibly sexy body, but I don’t care. He uses his strength to pull me back from him.
“Bell...” I whine as I look at him, my chest against his as I lay next to him.
“Don’t Bell me. This isn’t... I just don’t want you to regret anything. Or to think I’m using you because I don’t need-”
“I know you don’t. You’ve made that very clear, and I don’t need it either but to be honest, I really fucking want it,” I tell him.
“What exactly do you want?” His voice is incredibly suggestive, and curious.
I look into his eyes the best I can. The only light is coming from the screen behind my head, but neither of us seems to be paying attention to it. He’s amused, he’s slightly smiling at me, his eyes caught on mine.
“Come on Ryn, I wanna hear it from you.”
“First of all, I want you to keep kissing me. And I want you to make more of a move than that.”
He reaches forward, pulling me down to him slowly. He guides my lips back to his, and as soon as I’m pressed to him again, I can feel his smile. He’s slow in the way he kisses me, agonizing, but delicate.
Every movement is meant to happen just the way it does.
He’s captivating me again with just one thing and I’m still shocked as to how.
I’m holding myself up over him now, my arms somehow ending up on each side of his body.
He reaches around my waist and pulls me down by my lower back, crushing my chest to his so we’re closer.
I gasp at the feeling of his muscular body so tight against mine, and before I can feel it all, the two of us are moving.
I open my eyes and feel the rush of wind around the two of us.
He’s only got one strong arm around my back, but he’s managed to hold me to him and switch spots with me.
He’s over me now, and his hand is slipping out from under me.
He looks at me first, like he’s trying to read me, but before he finishes he’s blurring my vision, and kissing me all over again.
His lips are stronger, and more controlled than before.
“What do you want?” He asks against my lips, his breath heavy as he asks, and kisses me harder.
“I want you to touch me,” I tell him, and kiss him this time.
I feel his hand against my cheek, grasping me that way. He’s doing it on purpose. He’s pushing me.
“Like that?” He asks, and I can hear the amusement in his tone.
He doesn’t kiss me again, so I open my eyes and look at him. I see an incredibly sexy, but infuriatingly annoying smirk on his face. His dimple is carved deep into his cheek, and I feel like half of me wants to kiss him, and the other half wants to punch him.
“No. Not like that.”
“Then tell me what you want from me,” He nods his chin up, his smirk only growing.
I take his hand from my face and watch his expression change as I slowly move his massive hand down my body until it’s resting over the button of my shorts. His hand curls around the waistband of my shorts, and I feel his fingers brush my skin as he does.
“Touch me,” I tell him and watch the amusement change on his face instantly. I can tell it’s partially nerves, and another part is lust, the lightness of his eyes darkening as he looks at me. “Go ahead.”
He hesitates.
“You’re sure?” He asks, and I smirk.
“I told you to make a move didn’t I?” I ask, and he tugs the waistband of my shorts, moving me upwards.
I catch myself and prop myself up directly in front of him, our lips centimeters from each other.
“You don’t get told no very often do you?” He asks me, and I shake my head. “Good, because I never plan to,” He speaks softly and kisses my lips again.
I think he’s a wizard, or maybe it’s the magic of quarterback hands but he somehow gets the button of my shorts undone with one single hand.
He unzips my shorts and keeps his lips attached to mine as if his life depends on it.
He takes my shorts by the belt loops and tugs, pulling them down right away.
I don’t know if he has more experience than I thought, or if he’s just faking it, but whatever it is I want more.
I can’t catch my breath at all with him because the second I feel his fingertips brushing the soft skin under the lace of my underwear I’m gasping.
“You’re sure?” He asks one last time, pausing his movements.
“A thousand percent sure,” I breathe out, and he moves, his fingers slipping down between my legs.
He brushes them up my center, and rests them on my most sensitive area, making my eyes flutter closed. Wow. He actually found it on the first try.
He circles slowly, and I moan out softly, knowing the two of us are very much so in a public place.
The movie blares behind us, but I can’t even comprehend the words coming from it.
All I can think about is the perfect way his fingers move against my heat.
Dear god, I didn’t know men like him existed outside of books and movies.
“More?” He asks, his voice teasing me, and I know he’s got all of the control.
So I decide against being sarcastic and decide to answer the way I know he wants me to.
“Please,” I whisper.
I feel his fingers slip down once more, finding their way inside of me, curling right away as they move and I gasp at the feeling. He’s moving slowly in and out, working me up, and I know he’s doing it on purpose.
“Fuck,” He breathes out, and I look at him to see him pressing his eyes shut. His lips part as he works me with his long fingers. He’s getting off on touching me, and suddenly I’m even more turned on. “You’re so wet,” His eyes open again, catching mine.
“You’re a good kisser,” I breathe out.
“Didn’t know I was that good,” He smirks, his ego boosting more and more with every second that passes.
He slams his fingers deeper, catching me off guard, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I moan louder.
His thumb finds the sensitive bundle of nerves, and this time he catches my moan in his mouth, trying hard not to cause a scene.
Thank god the truck speakers are so loud or else we would have been kicked out already.
This feels like a movie in itself the way he’s making me feel right now.
He moves faster and harder. Just like his lips, his fingers are precise, and fucking magical because with every movement I feel warmth, and pressure building within my body.
My stomach is heavy as he kisses me, and pumps his fingers into me.
“Fuck, just like that,” I tell him, feeling him curl his fingers at a fast pace.
He circles his thumb, keeping a perfect rhythm, and I feel white hot pleasure burst from my stomach, and down my legs, through my chest. Into my mind.
Everywhere I feel it. I moan out again, not caring what kind of scene I’m making at all.
I don’t care if everyone in the world is looking right now, I’d tell them to take fucking notes.
He doesn’t stop, he slows down, and he works my orgasm out of me, and I could fuck him for that alone.
“Is that what you wanted Ryn?” He speaks close to my face and plants a small kiss on my lips as he removes himself from me.
He pulls my shorts up and buttons them for me.
“Precisely,” I tell him, my breath is still uneven. “You should put that on a resume or something,” I speak out and hear laughter next to me.
“What exactly?” He asks me.
“Orgasm extraordinaire,” I tell him, knowing I’m getting ahead of myself.
I don’t know if I should be excited for anything else but considering all he had to do was use his fingers to make me come, he must be good with every other part of him too.
“I’ll get right on that. Now stop seducing me, and watch the movie,” He tells me.
He pulls me back into him, not letting me move from his rock hard body. The muscles on his chest and torso aren’t the only parts of him that are hard.
“But you’re-”
“I’m going to be hard for the next three days thinking about that Ryn,” He tells me, and I feel my cheeks heat up at the thought of him getting off on that, thinking of me like I just was.
I’m glad it’s dark. I’m glad he can’t see my face because I will never admit to that. But some things are better left unsaid.