Chapter 13 - Stacy
His fingers tighten in my hair as he brings up his other hand to trace my chin, then down the lines of my neck.
“You want to be fucked and used?” His hoarse words, so abrasive on the surface, have an underscore of need that sends a flood of heat into my belly.
“Yes.” The sound draws out of me as he grips my hip, rolling me against the hard bulge in his pants.
“I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted anyone so badly.” He takes my palm and presses it to his zipper. “This is what you do to me.”
That draws another smile to my lips as I rub him through the thin fabric.
His groan vibrates through us both.
“Show me,” I exhale.
“I’ll do more than that.” In a single motion, he raises with both of us, wrapping my legs around his waist and cupping my ass. “I’m going to make you come so hard, you’ll never want to leave.”
I have to stifle a giddy laugh until he deposits me on his, mine, um, the bed and shuts the door.
This is someone else’s life. I’m not the girl who sleeps with two different men in the same day.
I’m doing everything against what I would normally do.
And this is where it’s getting me.
Spread across a king sized mattress with a tall, dark, and handsome man who wants to ravage me.
His eyes are slate as he towers over me. “Take off that sweater before I rip it off.” The menacing tone only excites me more.
“Yes, sir.” Rising to my knees, I tug off the loose knit top and let it dangle from my fingers over the edge.
“Aphrodite,” he exhales before his hands frame my jaw, his thumbs burn as he tilts up my chin. Drawing closer, he pauses to stare down at me in the flickering candlelight. “It’s going to be hard not to fall for you,” he murmurs, then presses his lips to mine.
He is different from Reece.
There’s a possessiveness as he holds me, crushing me to him as if he’s trying to blur the lines of where he ends and I begin.
Our shadows melt into one as he presses tighter, drawing his hot tongue across the seam of my mouth.
I give myself completely to his brandy soaked kiss. I want to be consumed with his passion.
He pulls his torso away just far enough to rip through the last buttons of his silk shirt and shed it into a pile on the floor.
Then his scorching skin presses against mine as his palms work up and down my sides.
With gentle pressure, he leans against me, urging me with his body to fall back into the mattress.
I’ve barely finished bouncing when he grabs my leggings near my ankles and yanks them down.
“There’s my pretty pussy,” he groans, falling to his elbows between my thighs.
And then my soul leaves my body.
His hand slides up my writhing torso, stuffing his first two fingers into my mouth. “Shh. Those slutty little moans are going to call Reece in. He had his turn.”
My tongue moves between his knuckles, sucking them deeper in a weak mimicry to how he completely devastates my clit.
When the first orgasm begins to build, he shoves his hand into the back of my throat, stifling my cries.
He doesn’t stop. I’m so sensitive, his onslaught borders on pain as he pushes me higher under his relentless lips.
Every nerve ending tightens as I grind against his face until stars explode behind my eyes in another violent climax.
Twice within minutes.
My abs tremble and my legs feel like Jello.
What is this parallel universe I’m in?
I have never come this hard, this closely.
Part of me wants to catch my breath.
The rest wants to see just how far he can push me.
Holy shit. Tears leak from my eyes at the intensity of yet another rolling through me.
Digging my nails into his wrist, I pull his hand back. “Please,” I pant. “I just need to—”
“No,” he grunts. “They’re mine. I only get you for a little while, so I’m going to store these up and replay them in my head forever.”
Then his terrible mouth drops back against me, wreaking havoc on my fragile pussy.
He decimates me time after time until the world feels fuzzy and my throat is hoarse from barely controlled screams against his hand.
Only when I feel like I’m wavering on the edge of orgasmic unconsciousness does he move up my body.
Rolling my knee over, he slides his bare chest along my back until I feel his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks.
“I made you come like a lover,” he whispers in my ear. “Now I’m going to fuck you like the whore you’re begging to be.”
Lifting my leg over his hips, he rolls his pelvis until the thick head of his throbbing length presses against my soaked entrance.
His palm covers my mouth as he nips gently on the hollow below my ear.
With a single thrust, he buries himself.
I’m glad he catches my cries. He rivals Reece in size, stretching my tender pussy with every stroke.
His ridged tip pounds against that spot inside me that makes sounds turn into colors.
Digging at his thigh, I urge him faster. I want him to join me. Dive into the abyss with me.
And then his fingers touch my swollen clit, driving me to the brink of oblivion.
“I’m going to fill you up,” he growls as I shudder against him. “Then you’ll be mine.”
His movements become jerky when he erupts within me, his groan muffled into my shoulder.
Our breathing levels, and his palm leaves my mouth to settle under me, drawing me tightly to his chest.
“This has to be hell,” he whispers. “To have you and not keep you. I’m your Sisyphus, for I’ll forever be in pursuit of your heart.”
His words make heat bloom through me.
Everything about him outside of this room is control, restraint.
In here, it’s wildly abandoned to his lust.
And I find that…irresistible.