Chapter 36
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
DECLAN
I dropped Penelope onto my bed and followed her down before she’d even stopped bouncing, my mouth on her throat, her jaw, the soft spot beneath her ear that made her breath catch every single time.
She tugged at my shirt, and I yanked it over my head before tossing it aside. Her hands were on me immediately—tracing over my tattoos, dragging her nails across my chest, playing with the barbell through my nipple—and I groaned against her, already getting lost in what she was doing to me.
I stripped her of every layer she’d been hiding behind all night, each item of clothing now scattered across my floor and leaving Penelope spread out below me, hair the color of fire fanned out across my sheets and those wide eyes staring up at me like she knew I’d give her exactly what she needed.
She was a fucking vision of heaven and hell—all sin and salvation—and I’d sell my soul to have this view every night for the rest of my life.
I almost lost it right then. Almost buried myself inside her without another thought. But I had plans for her tonight, and they started with her thighs on either side of my face.
After shedding the rest of my clothes, I kissed her again—her mouth, her jaw, the dip of her throat.
Dragged my tongue across her collarbone as she twisted her fingers in my hair.
And then I dipped lower, closing my mouth over one tight nipple and sucking deep until she gasped, her spine bowing off the bed.
“Declan—”
“I’ve got you.” I palmed her other breast, rolling the peak between my fingers while I worked the first one with my tongue. She was already squirming, already rocking her pussy against my cock, and I hadn’t even gotten to the part that was going to ruin us both.
I rolled us until she was on top, my grip on her hips firm and unyielding. Guiding her forward and back over me before giving her ass one hard smack.
She gasped and tore away from the kiss, eyes wide as she stared down at me. “What was that for?”
I tightened my hold on her hips. “That was because I want my mouth on your pussy, and I’m tired of waiting.”
“What? I don’t—” She swallowed, her eyes searching mine as she stared down at me. “How can we do that like this?”
“You know how.” I tugged her up until her pussy was against my stomach, the heat and wetness forcing me to bite back a groan.
She froze. “You want me to—”
“Sit on my face.”
The blush that tore across her skin was instant, sweeping from her cheeks all the way down to her tits. She rested her hands on my chest, her eyes wide. “I could suffocate you.”
I shrugged, more than willing to take my last breath with my tongue buried in her cunt. “Yeah.”
“That’s not funny, Declan. I’m serious. What if I—what if it’s too much weight? Or I lose my balance and—”
“Rebel.” I gripped her waist and guided her higher until her pussy was right there—spread wide and flushed a deep pink and so fucking wet, my mouth literally watered for it. “Do I look like a man who’s worried about suffocating?”
She chewed her lip. “But what if—”
“If I die between your thighs, I die happy. Now get up here.”
A strangled, nervous giggle bubbled up from her throat, and the sound shook something loose in my chest. Even worried and overthinking, she was the most beautiful fucking thing I’d ever seen.
She hovered over my chest, her knees tight against my sides, fingers splayed over my shoulders as she seemed to be calculating the structural integrity of the whole arrangement. I could practically see the wheels turning in her mind—the logistics, the angles, the potential for catastrophe.
“Stop thinking so hard and sit on my fucking face.”
“I’m not—I just—” She squirmed, all nervous energy and wide eyes. “What if it’s too much?”
I slapped her ass hard enough to make her gasp, then gripped both cheeks and pulled her toward my mouth. “I said sit, Penelope. Full weight. I want to fucking drown in you. Don’t make me ask again.”
Her lips parted on a shaky exhale, something hot and reckless sparking behind her eyes. She shifted up my body, her thighs trembling as she positioned herself over my face.
“There’s my girl.” I gripped her hips, guiding her the rest of the way, and pulled her down to my waiting mouth.
The first taste of her ripped a groan out of me, the sound vibrating against her cunt.
She cried out, her hands flying to the headboard, when I sealed my mouth over her clit and sucked. “Oh my God— Declan—”
I devoured her—licking and sucking and fucking her with my tongue like she was the last meal I’d ever have, and I wasn’t wasting a single drop. Every sound she made—every whimper, every choked gasp, every breathy repetition of my name—made my cock ache with need.
She was still trying to hold her weight off me, her thighs shaking with the effort, so I smacked her ass again. Harder this time. She jolted with a sharp moan and sank down fully, grinding against my mouth without thinking.
There she was. No filter. No overthinking. Just sensation and instinct and the wet, obscene sound of my tongue against her cunt.
I groaned, the vibration making her cry out, and dragged one hand from her hip to palm one of her tits. I rolled her tight nipple between my fingers and felt her pussy clench against my tongue.
“Oh God.” Her voice cracked as she rocked against me, her hips moving in short, desperate rolls. “That’s—I can’t—”
She could. She absolutely fucking could. And she was going to.
I pulled her tighter against my face, every ounce of focus I had narrowed to the taste of her and the sounds she made and the way she ground herself against my mouth like she’d forgotten she’d ever been worried about anything at all.
She came with a broken cry of my name, her thighs clamping around my head, her whole body shuddering as I licked her through it. Didn’t stop until she finally sagged forward against the headboard.
I lifted her off my face and pulled her down to straddle my hips. She collapsed against my chest, panting, boneless, completely fucking destroyed.
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and raised a brow. “Still worried about killing me?”
“I hate you,” she muttered without any heat.
“No, you don’t.” I dragged my fingers through her hair, tucking the damp strands behind her ear. “You just came so hard you forgot how to breathe.”
She groaned into my skin, and I felt her smile against my chest.
Letting her come back to herself, I traced lazy patterns along her spine and tried to ignore the fact that my cock was hard as granite, begging to slide into the heaven between her thighs.
Almost as if reading my mind, she shifted her hips, dragging her pussy over my cock, and the sound that tore out of me was borderline feral.
“Careful,” I warned, clamping my hands down on her hips to still her.
She lifted her head to stare down at me, something hot and deliberate in her gaze. “What if I don’t want to be careful?”
And then she rolled her hips again, the head of my cock catching at her entrance, and fuck. Even this felt too damn good, and I wasn’t even inside her yet.
With her eyes locked on mine, she sank down slow—too fucking slow—and the tight, wet heat of her cunt nearly did me in. Jaw clenched, I dropped my head back against the pillow and watched, my fingers clutching her hips while she took me inch by devastating inch.
She released a trembling moan, her nails biting into my chest as she adjusted to the stretch.
“There you go,” I rasped, rubbing circles against her hips with my thumbs. “That’s it, baby. Take all of me inside that perfect little cunt.”
She whimpered, lifting up and sinking back down again until I filled her completely. We both groaned at the sensation, her eyelids fluttering closed as she shuddered above me.
And then she started to move.
With her hands braced on my chest, she rolled her hips in slow, tentative movements that had my jaw clenching and my fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise. She was testing the angle, figuring out what she liked, and watching my face while she did it.
Like she could do anything to me that I wouldn’t love.
“You feel so fucking good. Now let me watch those perfect tits bounce while you ride me.” I thrust up to meet her on the next roll, and she cried out, nails biting into my chest, her head tipped back. “Right there?”
“Right there,” she breathed, and then she found her rhythm.
Every rock of her hips dragged a sound out of me I couldn’t control. Stopped trying to. She was so fucking gorgeous above me, and I couldn’t decide where to look. Wanted to see everything all at once—her face, her tits, her pussy stretched wide around my cock as she took me inside her body.
Without warning, I sat up, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against me. She gasped when the new angle drove me deeper and dropped her forehead to mine, our breath mingling in the space between us.
“You feel that?” I thrust up hard, and she whimpered against my mouth. “How fucking deep I am? Like this perfect little cunt was made for my cock.”
“Declan…” She whispered my name like an oath, her entire body quaking.
She was broken. Wrecked. Mine.
I buried my face in her neck, sucking the skin of her throat while I fucked up into her with everything I had. The bed frame protested beneath us, the headboard knocking against the wall in a rhythm that matched my thrusts. “Let go for me. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
Her whole body tightened—thighs squeezing, fingers fisting in my hair—and then she shattered, clenching around me so tight I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t think.
Couldn’t do anything except follow her over the edge, burying myself to the hilt and groaning her name like a prayer. The orgasm tore through me, violent and consuming, my vision blacking out at the edges as I emptied into her.
We stayed like that for a while. Tangled up in each other, our hearts racing, her face buried in my neck and my arms locked around her.
Breathing her in, I pressed my lips to her temple. Then her cheekbone. Then the corner of her mouth.
She pulled back just enough to look at me, her expression soft and unguarded in a way that made something dangerous unfurl behind my ribs.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “For tonight. For keeping my secret. For…this.”
I tucked her hair behind her ear, my thumb tracing the curve of her cheek. “You don’t have to thank me, rebel.”
She cupped my face and pressed her lips against mine—slow and sweet and tender in a way I wasn’t sure I deserved.
Even so, I couldn’t help but kiss her back with the same intensity, an ache settling in my chest that told me I was in way deeper than I’d planned to be.
And way fucking deeper than what was safe. For either of us.