Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
DECLAN
Goddamn, this woman was going to drive me out of my mind, and she wasn’t even trying. I should hate Penelope for that. But all I could focus on right now was making her fall apart with my words, my hands, my dick.
I dug my fingers into her ass, just enough to make her breath hitch and her spine arch. Then I jerked her forward until she landed right where I wanted her—pressed up against the thick line of my cock.
She let out a soft, shocked sound—half moan, half plea—her eyelids fluttering closed. And then she rolled those hips over me, pressing her clit against my crown, and shuddered in my lap.
“Look at you, pretending you don’t need this while your body screams otherwise.” I trailed my mouth to her ear. “If you rock that needy pussy against me again, I’m going to be done holding back.”
She locked her gaze with mine, something challenging sparking there. And then, with deliberate intention, she shifted, dragging her cunt over my cock, and I was done with subtle.
A growl tore from my throat as I grabbed the back of her neck, dragged her down, and crashed her mouth to mine. There was nothing gentle or controlled about this kiss. It was messy and greedy—all bite and hunger and need.
I gripped her hair at the base of her head, angling her just right so I could devour her from a better angle. The soft little moan she released straight into my mouth only made me harder for her, and I couldn’t stop. Not when she was rocking on me, her hips shifting…seeking.
With one hand still gripping her hip, I encouraged her movements, grinding her down harder against me, until she tore her mouth away on a gasp. Eyes closed, head tipped back, lips parted, she rode me through our clothes like her body was made to do exactly that.
And Jesus Christ, she was beautiful like this… Lost to the sensations, her chest flushed, cheeks rosy, hair falling around her like a waterfall of fire.
“You feel that?” I growled. “That’s what you do to me, rebel. Just from grinding that sweet little cunt on me. You keep moving like that, I’m gonna make a fucking mess in my jeans.”
Her moan was louder this time, my words causing her to buck faster against me…more desperate now. I tugged her closer and pressed kisses against her jaw and ear, scraping my teeth along her lobe.
She shuddered against me as I dragged my mouth down her neck to her collarbone and nipped lightly. On a gasp, she arched, pressing her tits toward me in offering.
“Look at you, serving yourself up like this. You want my mouth on these gorgeous tits?” I dragged my nose along the neckline of her dress, inhaling her sweet scent. “Say it. Say it, and I’ll suck you through this dress so hard and deep, you’ll come without me ever touching your pussy.”
“Do it.” Her voice was raw, the two words seemingly ripped from her as if it cost her something to voice them aloud.
The fact that her need overrode her instinct to spar with me tore a groan from my throat, and I gave her exactly what she was so desperate for.
I dipped my head and nosed aside her pretty little cardigan. Then I focused on her through the material of her dress, kissing around her full tit first, slow and openmouthed. When she whimpered, I scraped my teeth lightly over the peak, reveling in the shudder that racked her body.
“Tell me it feels good,” I murmured against her. “That whimper sounded like a yes, but I want to hear those perfect lips admit how much you love what I’m doing to you.”
“You really need me to say it?” She panted, her voice wrecked. “Didn’t think your ego was that fragile.”
“You mouth off so pretty, rebel.” I scraped my teeth along the swell of her tit. “Let’s see how smart you sound when you’re panting my name.”
“I’ll never—” She broke off on a gasp when I latched on to one of her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress and sucked hard.
Fuck, I wished there were nothing between us. Wished I could feel her tight little peak against my tongue. Wished I could see her creamy tits topped off with cherries, all served up for my mouth.
Her unending moans stoked the fire inside me, and the way she arched into my mouth made my cock go hard as steel. But when she delved her fingers into my hair and held me to her, exactly where she needed me, I nearly came undone.
“There you go,” I rasped against her, still tonguing her nipple. “Your smart mouth might not be able to say it, but your body does. You keep gripping me like that and I’ll spend all night right here, sucking on your tits till you’re soaking through those cocktease panties.”
She didn’t say a word in response, but her body did all the talking for her. She bucked her hips against me, her back arched, breath caught on a ragged whimper that vibrated through her whole body.
And fuck me if that sound didn’t go straight to my cock.
I was holding on to my control by a frayed thread. Especially when I felt her wetness seeping through my jeans, her little pussy so fucking desperate to come.
Penelope was so fucking desperate to come.
She was trying so hard—the eagerness clear in every tremble of her thighs, every fluttering breath, every grind of her cunt against me. She was chasing her pleasure, hunting for the release.
And I knew the minute she got frustrated and thought it was out of reach. Her rhythm stuttered, her entire body going tense.
Fuck no. We weren’t doing that again.
Without a word, I gripped her hips and flipped her onto her back, caging her beneath me on the couch in one swift motion. She gasped, wide-eyed and breathless as she stared up at me, but I didn’t give her time to retreat.
I dragged her dress up until it pooled at her waist, curled my fingers behind her knee, and hiked her leg over my hip. Then I settled into the cradle of her thighs, notching my cock against her clit and grinding down on her with enough force to make her moan.
“There she is,” I growled, dropping my mouth to her throat. “That’s the sound I wanted.”
“Declan…” she whispered as she gripped my hips. But she was still too tense. Still too locked inside her head.
So I gave her nowhere to run.
“You feel that?” I braced my forearm beside her head and rose above her, staring down as I ground my cock right against her clit, slow and firm and deliberate. “Every inch of me is fucking desperate for this pussy.”
With a whimper, she dug her nails into my side, her thighs twitching like she couldn’t decide whether to flee or get closer. I just kept going—rolling my hips with brutal precision, dragging her higher with every thrust.
“Been thinking about this. Your pretty little cunt, soaked for me.” I caught her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged before soothing the sting with my tongue.
“You’ve got me so close to blowing in my goddamn jeans like I’m sixteen all over again.
But I’m not stopping until you come, rebel. Hard. Messy. All over me.”
Each word that left my lips had her softening beneath me, her legs spread wide in complete surrender. She was close—so goddamn close, I could taste it. I just needed to push her over the edge.
I buried my face in her neck, kissing, licking, biting a line up to her mouth. With our lips brushing, I said, “When I wear these jeans tomorrow, I want to be able to smell just how fucking much your cunt loves me.”
I curled my hand under her ass and tugged her higher against me while I ground down, and that was all it took.
She shattered beneath me, her body bowed, mouth open on a broken cry as she came, hard and helpless, against my cock. I didn’t slow down. Couldn’t even if my life depended on it. Just kept grinding her through it, letting her ride the waves until she collapsed back on the couch, limp and trembling.
I had to grit my teeth and force my orgasm back because I hadn’t been lying. I planned on wearing these jeans tomorrow, and I couldn’t very well do that with my dried spunk inside them.
I kissed her jaw, her throat, the corner of her mouth, letting her come back to herself slowly.
And when she finally opened her eyes—still dazed, her lips kiss-swollen and flushed—I smirked. “Knew I could make my good girl come if she stopped pretending to be so perfect.”
She blinked up at me, breathless, and halfheartedly pushed against my chest. “Don’t think that gives you a pass to not wash your dishes.”
I huffed out a breath, still hovering above her, still rock fucking hard. “I could never think that. Your stock in Post-its won’t allow me to.”
Biting her lip, she flicked her gaze down between us to where my cock strained against my jeans, soaked with the evidence of how much she loved this.
“Do you, um…” She cleared her throat, cheeks flushed as her eyes stayed right where they were. “Need something?”
Did I need her mouth on me? Her hands? Did I need to sink inside the hot heaven between her thighs? A thousand times yes.
But not tonight.
I leaned in until my mouth brushed hers. “Nothing another read of your filthy little fantasy won’t satisfy.”
This had been for her, not me. And every moment I held back? Every time I let her come first?
That only made me hungrier for what was next on the list.