Chapter 7 Stolen Moments #2
I stare at his dick as he strokes it. No wonder I was sore the next day.
He’s a beast—so big, and with metal pierced through the head.
As he walks toward me, I swallow, stunned that this is real.
We finally have our time together. I scoot up into the center of the bed.
My breathing is out of control, and so is his. “Lie down,” I say. “It’s my turn.”
His eyes darken and flare, but he does as he’s told.
I run my finger over his piercing and he bucks.
I give his cock a quick squeeze; he’s hard as steel.
I move between his legs and lean down. My tongue darts out, tasting the head, and he moans, making me smirk.
My eyes flutter closed as I suck him into my mouth.
He hisses, and I take him as deep as I can.
He’s too big to take all of him, and I’m no pro, but I try my best.
“Fuck, Milly, just like that,” he murmurs.
I’m soaking wet from pleasuring him. My mouth continues to work, sucking him deep and hard as his breathing gets more ragged. His hand tangles in my hair, controlling my movements, becoming more relentless, so I add my hand to the base and follow the rhythm.
“Milly,” he growls. “I’m going to come.”
He thrusts up and I take him deeper, all the way to the back of my throat.
“Ah, fuck!”
He comes with a violent intensity. I swallow every drop and lick him clean. He takes a moment. All I can hear is his heavy breathing. “You were made for me,” he rasps.
I smile.
Then he sits up. “Now get your ass laying on the bed.”
A delicious quiver travels through me. Once I lie down, his eyes drink me in, and the way he stares makes my insides coil.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, and it warms my chest.
The fire of anticipation courses through me.
His expert fingers travel up my side to my breast. My body pulses with need as he caresses it, then drags his tongue between them, making me writhe under his touch.
He brings his talented tongue to my nipple and traces circles around it.
My back arches, a throb starting between my thighs as he gives the same attention to my other breast. I bury my fingers in his thick hair and tug.
“God . . . I need you,” Twitch says huskily, making me whimper. I’m surprised he can go again so soon. Most men can’t.
“But first . . .” he crawls down my body with eyes full of hunger and pushes my legs out wide before going to my aching core.
I cry out as he sucks, strokes, and swirls the most sensitive part of me.
He cherishes me, while all I can do is moan.
I can’t take it any longer. “Your tongue is amazing,” I say between pants.
He inches back with a sly smirk. “My cock is better.”
I melt. “Oh, please, Twitch. I need you inside me now.” I need him more than I need to breathe.
He leans over, opens his wallet, pulls out a condom, and sheathes himself.
He crawls back up my body, taking his time with open-mouthed kisses that drive me crazy.
I’m ready to come from the anticipation alone. He pauses and watches me.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
He leans down, and I wrap my legs around him. He drags his hard length through my core and presses it against my clit. I suck in a breath as he lines up at my entrance.
“I’m going to remind you who you belong to.” His tone is possessive, and he thrusts in hard.
I gasp, seeing stars. Then he moves slowly and deeply. “Give me more,” I beg. I need everything. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, then the other one. Pleasure rushes through me at the angle.
His head falls back, and he lets out a guttural groan, pounding into me while his thumb mercilessly rubs my clit.
It’s relentless. My moans grow louder. With skin slapping, he thrusts in and bottoms out.
I want him to screw me forever. His cock repeatedly hits my G-spot, and I clench around him. My nails dig into his fine ass.
“More,” I cry out, and he gives me more. He fucks me. Sweat covers my skin. The bed frame keeps banging against the wall.
“You’re so wet and perfect. I love your pussy.”
I struggle to breathe. He pinches my clit and release bursts through my entire body.
A life-altering moment of ecstasy travels through me.
I know sex with someone else will never compare to this.
His giant cock slams into me, and he lets out a long groan, his sounds of pleasure echoing throughout the room as the last wave of intensity washes over me.
He falls onto his back, and all that can be heard is our heavy breathing. I giggle. “I can see why Mercedez doesn’t want to let you go.”
He lets out a laugh, then rolls onto his side. “That was heaven. You are heaven.”
I sigh. “It sure was.” I could do it again . . . but my vagina and I need a break. But holy hell . . . it was hot.
His stomach growls.
I smirk. “We’d better get some room service. I know how precious you are about your food.”
He nods, giving me an easy smile. “Good. I’m starved.”
I get up, go to the bathroom, and grab two big, white, fluffy robes. I put one on and pass the other to him. I grab the menu from the table, and we browse through it, then call and order.
Once we finish our meal—the little pigs that we are—we also order chocolate cake for dessert. The whole time he’s talking, he has chocolate on the side of his lip. I try not to crack up.
“What’s so funny?” he asks.
I lean over and wipe off the chocolate with my thumb. “You’re a messy eater.”
He looks down at my vagina. “What can I say . . . I love my food.” His tone, filled with sexual innuendo, makes me blush. I playfully whack him.
We lie in bed, and I snuggle into his side. The smell of sex and his cologne is heady, making me smile. My senses are drenched in him.
He turns on the TV. “Any requests?”
I yawn. “I don’t mind.” Twitch is good like that. While some of the men will turn their noses up and like watching only suspense or action movies, Twitch will gladly sit and watch anything. I love his easygoing nature. I could put on a crappy reality show, and he’d happily get invested in it.
If we didn’t have feelings for each other and I lived at the clubhouse, we could easily be best friends. We get along so well, and it’s hard to meet people like that anymore. With that thought and the warmth of his body, I succumb to the heaviness of sleep.
The sound of a phone beeping wakes me. The room is dark. I’m still in Twitch’s arms. The light is coming from my bag. I lean over, grab my phone, and bring it to my face. The bright light makes me squint, and Twitch stirs beside me.
It’s a message from Sophie on Facebook Messenger. It’s a group message with all the ol’ ladies.
Hey bitches, I’ve organized for us to have a spa day at my family’s hotel. I better see all of your beautiful faces there for some relaxation and champagne. It’s booked for 11.00 a.m. See you tomorrow XOXO
“That’s so bright,” Twitch says huskily.
“Oh, sorry,” I say, leaning over to put my phone on the bedside table. “I have to be back in Crown Village by eleven. Sophie organized a spa day.”
He sighs. “Checkout is at ten, so that’s fine.” He pulls me close and kisses the top of my head, making my heart clench. “Can we just stay here forever?”
I can hear the playfulness in his voice, but there’s an undertone of sadness. I wrap an arm around him and give him a tight hug. “I wish.”
He climbs on top of me. “Let’s not talk about it.” He leans down, kisses me, and once more ravishes my body.