Chapter 31
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
PENELOPE
We barely made it into the apartment before Declan’s mouth was on mine, and his hands were everywhere. Rough and demanding, all big, callused palms and greedy fingers stripping every stitch of clothing I wore until I was bare in front of him once again.
I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious before my back hit the door with a soft thud, and then he was dropping to his knees in front of me.
His gaze was intense as he dragged a hand down my body to gently cup one of my breasts before trailing lower, his fingers brushing over my belly before digging into the soft flesh of my hips.
And then he tossed one of my legs over his shoulder and buried his face against my pussy, completely short-circuiting my brain. His groan against my flesh sent shock waves rocketing through me, my leg already growing unsteady.
“Look at you,” he rasped, his lower lip brushing against my clit with every word. “Fucking dripping for me. All that sass, and this sweet little cunt still loves to give it up for me, doesn’t she?”
I couldn’t answer. Not when he stopped talking and dragged his tongue through my slit, mapping me like he was trying to memorize every inch. And definitely not when he spread me wide with his thumb and forefinger as he licked and sucked, making me wild and breathless and aching with need.
I braced one hand on his shoulder to hold myself up, my other hand thrust through his hair.
But it didn’t matter how hard I tugged or where I guided him, he just kept on exactly how he wanted.
Using his mouth on me like a weapon and a reward all at once.
Making me feel like, somehow, I was worthy of his worship.
The thought of a man like Declan—pierced and covered in tattoos, who wore a scowl as his default expression—sinking to his knees solely to give me pleasure made my stomach flip. Stoked that fire smoldering deep in my center until it was raging and out of control.
God, I was already so close. Already teetering on the brink after what he’d done to me in the corn maze. I’d never been so turned on in my life. Had never been so focused on the lack of something inside me. But every nerve ending in my body screamed at me now, begging to be filled by him.
To finally give in to what we both needed.
“I want you to scream, rebel,” he murmured, his coarse beard scraping over my clit and making me jerk against him. “When I make you come all over my face, I want you to scream loud enough that the whole building knows who’s got his mouth on this sweet little pussy.”
And then he closed his lips around my clit and sucked hard, and I did exactly what he’d told me to. I shattered, his name a broken cry as waves of bliss rushed over me, the vibrations of Declan’s groan drawing out my pleasure.
I was still trembling when he set my foot on the floor and stood, one hand braced on the wall behind me, the other palming his length through his jeans.
“Tell me you’re ready for my cock, Penelope.” His voice was low and dark, ragged and uncontrolled.
I’d never heard him sound like that before—like he was frayed and desperate, seconds from coming undone.
“God yes,” I breathed, unable to think of anything but how he’d finally feel inside me.
“Yeah?” He wrapped a hand around my nape before tugging my face to his. “You been aching for me, rebel? Needing me to wreck that sweet little body?”
I could only manage to nod against him, moaning as he took my lips in a kiss. He walked me backward, running his hands over every inch of me he could reach. He finally broke away, spun me around, and bent me over the arm of the couch.
My cheeks flamed at the sight I presented—ass up, pussy on display, nowhere for me to hide. But when I saw how Declan devoured me with his gaze, the embarrassment drained out of me, replaced by only need.
With quick, efficient movements, he yanked off his shirt and popped open the fly of his jeans before tugging them and his boxer briefs down just enough to free himself. And my god, I wasn’t sure when or if I’d ever get used to the sight of him.
His cock was thick and hard, the crown flushed a deep purple, the barbell through the tip glistening from his precome. When I’d first seen him, I’d been legitimately worried, wondering how the hell I was going to take him inside me, considering how much smaller I was.
But now? When I was so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs and my pussy was throbbing with an ache so deep, I knew only he would be able to satisfy it? I just wanted him.
Everything he could give me.
I gasped when he stepped up behind me, the heat of his legs seeping into mine as he slid his cock through my slit. He dragged his barbell over my clit, pulling a shocked moan from me.
“Oh my god,” I whispered, sinking down farther into the cushions, tipping my ass up to give him more access.
“So fucking greedy, aren’t you?” He flicked his barbell back and forth, stealing my breath and making my legs tremble. “Does my good girl need to be fucked like this? Bent over the couch because you couldn’t wait for my cock?”
“Yes,” I breathed, not an ounce of self-consciousness left in my body. Only overwhelming, relentless desperation.
For him.
On a satisfied hum, he guided himself to my entrance and pressed into me slowly, stealing my breath as he stretched me.
A choked moan left me once the head of his cock was seated inside.
He muttered a curse and stilled, allowing me time to adjust. And Jesus, even though that little bit was testing my limits, I wasn’t nearly satisfied.
“More, Declan.” I pushed back against him, sucking in a breath before releasing a moan as he sank another inch inside. “I want more.”
“Fuck, listen to you,” he ground out, pushing deeper in a slow, agonizing stretch. “So fucking greedy for my cock, aren’t you?”
Some part of me knew I should be embarrassed by that. And I probably would be tomorrow. But right now, all I could focus on was the feel of him—his body curved over mine and the constant pressure as he continued sinking inside, stealing my breath and making me ache with need.
Gripping the couch cushions for dear life, I cried out as he filled me…and filled me…and filled me still. God, he was so damn big, I wasn’t sure my body could take any more.
Almost as if he’d heard the thought and was desperate to prove me wrong, he pulled out before sinking in again, deeper this time. A choked breath left me as I shuddered against him, my pussy pulsing around his length.
“That’s it. Good girl.” He caressed my hips and ass, holding me right where he wanted me. “You can take it. You feel that stretch, baby? That’s so you never forget who made this sweet cunt feel like this.”
I was nothing but a mess of incoherent words and breathless sounds, every nerve ending firing as he continued his delicious torture. Until finally, finally, he was seated fully inside, and I could barely breathe. Could barely think. I felt so overwhelmingly full, it was all I could focus on.
He was all I could focus on.
“Fuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my hips, his cock pulsing as he held himself still. “You feel so fucking good, rebel.”
“Declan—” It was all I could manage, just a ragged sound as he pulled out and sank inside me again.
And again. And again.
Slow and deliberate, like he was claiming every inch of me. Illustrating how empty I felt without him inside me and reminding me how well he filled me. I didn’t need the reminder, though. I was aching for him, even while he fucked me.
Desperate for something I didn’t know how to articulate but somehow knew only he could give me.
“Goddamn, this greedy cunt is already dripping down my cock, and I’ve barely gotten started.”
My cheeks flamed with embarrassment even while I pushed back against him, my body overriding my mind and ruling my actions completely. When I shifted my hips and met his next slow thrust with eagerness, whatever restraint he’d been clinging to fractured.
He began fucking me in earnest, his hips slapping against my ass as he rode me with a single-minded focus. The sound of skin on skin filled the apartment, sharp and obscene, each thrust forcing a breathy gasp from my lips as he drove me forward over the couch arm.
I’d never, ever known sex could be like this. So intense and all-consuming. So incredibly overwhelming—like it was too much and not enough all at once.
He pistoned into me hard and relentless, every thrust sending jolts of pleasure up my spine and building a knot of need deep in my core.
Whimpers and moans were all I could manage as he dug his fingers into my hips, holding me steady while he fucked me with an intensity that said he couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t get enough.
Like stopping wasn’t an option anymore.
He fisted a hand in my hair at the base of my skull and yanked my head back just enough to bare my throat. I was arched back toward him as he rode me from behind, and I couldn’t stop a whimper from escaping, my body winding tight again.
“That it?” His voice dropped lower, rougher, as he brushed his lips up my throat. “That what you needed? Need me to be a little mean, baby?”
I couldn’t answer, but I didn’t have to. Declan seemed to be able to figure out exactly what my body was craving even before I did.
He moved his grip from my hair to my throat, just resting his large hand there, wrapping around my neck in a firm hold. Solid. Grounding. Possessive. “What color, rebel?”
I shouldn’t love his hold on me as much as I did—being at his mercy like this. Being used like a doll and fucked like an animal. But with the way my body was singing with pleasure and thrumming with need, I had no doubt this was everything I never knew I needed.
“Green.” The word came out broken and breathless as he thrust into me again and again, his grip tightening on my throat. “God, green.”
“Good girl,” he rumbled into my ear.