Chapter 42
FORTY-TWO
Blakely
Something in Devon’s expression shifted as he loomed over me. His finger ran up the inside of my leg, trailing up my calf and skimming over my thigh to flatten his large palm so desperately close to my center.
I never had any doubt that he would react exactly as he had when I showed him the tattoo. That didn’t keep me from questioning every possible outcome and stressing over it beforehand. I considered how much to tell him and when the best time would be, and it hadn’t happened at all the way I imagined it.
Sitting before him, it felt wrong not to tell him everything. Especially when he was looking at me with so much care, and hell, maybe love? I couldn’t hold back; I wanted him to know everything.
I wanted him to know how much he’d impacted my life even when he wasn’t in it.
My eyes flashed from his hand back to his face, and I wished I could pinpoint the change in his expression or describe it, but any attempt was useless when he was touching me.
He cradled the place where my hip met my torso and ran his thumb along one of my lower lips. A broken gasp left my lips as my eyes trailed lower, taking in the expanse of his solid chest, dusted with auburn hair and covered in dark artwork. Lower and lower, my eyes dropped until they landed on the proud, thick cock jutting from between his legs.
That was a relief, at least—that he still wanted me even after I’d told him about the events that led up to the tattoo on my back. It had been a serious concern of mine since I realized I wanted to tell him. I’d worried that once I told him about all the darkest parts of me, he wouldn’t want me anymore. He’d think it was all too much and wasn’t worth it.
But he didn’t. He was looking at me— touching me—like I was worth everything and more.
I circled my hips, trying and failing to force him to touch the place I wanted it the most. But his hold was steady, and his thumb hovered over my skin.
“I,” he began in a deep, quiet voice and with a long breath. “I’m so glad you came back. I’m so happy you’re here.”
So many emotions warred through me, I couldn’t register all of them. But the honesty in his voice made me want to cry and kiss him and wrap my arms around him. I wanted to be closer, as close as I could get.
“Me too, Dev,” I said, swallowing back the tears I really didn’t want to shed. “And I need you inside of me. Now. ” A groan vibrated through his chest, and hungry eyes swept over me. But he didn’t move, so I tried again. “Please, Devon.”
Heavy palms flattened against the inside of each of my thighs as he pushed my legs wider. “I love the way you say my name. Say it again.”
Reaching forward, I grasped his thick length and pumped once, twice, and on the third pass, when his eyes were rolling backward, I squeezed the crown with a dirty grin. “Only once you’re inside me. Then I might not be able to stop saying your name.”
With our eyes locked, Devon crowded over me and planted his hand by my head. His other hand replaced mine around his cock and dragged it against my pussy with a tenderness that disappeared when he pushed inside me with one deep thrust.
My mouth dropped open, and my eyes almost slipped closed. But I managed to keep them open long enough to see the pleasure contort his features.
He muttered a low curse and brushed his lips over mine.
“Devon,” I whispered, and he groaned in appreciation. “Mmm…Devon.”
He didn’t move. Our hips were flush together, and I swore I could feel him in my stomach. Noses brushing, I breathed his name again and again against his parted lips. His eyes never left mine, and our connection deepened as he pulled out and slowly pushed back in.
My hands cradled his face, and I pressed our mouths together. Our kiss quickly escalated, the passion thrumming between us taking on a new form of lips, teeth, and tongues tangling. His hips began this deep rolling motion that made us both moan.
He let his weight fall to his elbow so he could fit his hand around the back of my neck while his other hand slipped down and held my hip. He fucked into me, and I was so caught up in the pleasure that I didn’t realize until he pulled his mouth away that his hand, whether he meant to or not, was massaging the place at the base of my neck where the tattoo started.
There was enough light filtering in the room that I could see his focused, hazel eyes and the red stubble along his jaw. I could see every line and every freckle. And he was all mine.
He released my hip and brushed his fingers against my clit. My hips jolted, and his smile was saccharine. His fingers began an unrelenting circling motion as I pushed up into him, meeting each magical thrust.
My teeth ground together, and I wanted so badly to come. I wanted to squeeze around him and pull him over the edge. I dragged my hands up my sides and palmed my tits. Squeezing them slightly, I tugged at my nipples and played with the piercings glinting in the faint light.
His hand disappeared from between my legs, and I whined at the loss. But he didn’t leave me hanging for long. He licked his thumb and continued the steady rhythm that was winding me up higher and higher. The way he was pounding into me, teasing my clit and devouring every one of my reactions with his fire-filled eyes, I could feel myself giving in.
“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” he muttered, dropping his head to peer down my body to where his cock disappeared inside of me. “And I need you to come right fucking now.”
Suddenly, he was leaning over to my left, and it wasn’t until I heard the sound of my bedside table drawer opening that I realized what he was doing. It took all of a few seconds for him to find exactly what he was looking for.
He straightened with the medium-sized wand vibrator in his hand. “How the hell did you know that was in there?”
His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the end of it and held down the power button until it buzzed to life. His expression turned triumphant, and he shrugged. On his knees between my legs, his hips began that rolling motion once again.
“I guessed,” he said and wrapped his hand around my ankle, guiding my leg up until it sat on top of his shoulder. My silver anklets gathered together, and if he noticed the scars marring my skin, he didn’t say anything.
That was a good guess, albeit an easy one since I wasn’t very creative with their hiding spot, and I was about to say as much when he leaned forward and spit onto my sex. The wetness hit my clit, and I craved how dirty the action was.
Even before he touched me with the vibrator, I knew it wouldn’t take long. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so wound up. Actually, the last time had been the last time we were together, but there was something different about it this time.
I didn’t have time to reflect on that thought when he pressed the toy to my clit, and the world lit up around me. The combination was almost too intense. The vibration felt like it was pulsing through my entire body, and the way he filled me so completely was intense.
His fingers ran carefully from my ankle down my calf and over my knee until he braced his hand on the top of my thigh, and he held me to him as he rocked into me.
“Yes, there she is,” he muttered, tilting his head to the side to kiss the inside of my ankle. “You make the prettiest sounds and the most beautiful faces when you’re about to come. Clench around my cock, beautiful.”
My fingers clutched the sheets beneath me as my legs began to shake. He upped the vibration with a swift click of the button, and a light sheen of sweat broke out across my chest. I whined in response. The sensation was almost too much. Almost.
“You can do it, baby. I know you can. Just let go.”
His fingers dug into the skin at my thigh, and my pussy constricted around his cock. With our eyes locked, euphoria washed over me.
I moaned his name and held on to the bed, to him, as I rode wave after wave of pleasure. It was all-consuming and never-ending.
Eventually, Devon pulled the vibrator away, and he slowed his thrusts to an intentional roll. He removed my leg from his shoulder and dropped his weight to his elbows next to my head.
My body shook with the remnants of my orgasm as he teased his mouth over mine and brushed our noses. Hands running down his back, his muscles jumped and tensed under my touch.
I wanted to exist in that moment for an eternity, and I knew I wouldn’t regret a single second of it. With Devon’s body poised over me and his arms around me, I’d never felt safer or more content.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he said, humming low in his throat as that hand wrapped around the back of my neck once again.
And when his fingers stroked the tattoo, it sparked an idea that I couldn’t let go of. I brushed my hands down his face and pressed lightly on his shoulders until he pulled back. I continued pushing until he sat back on his knees, and his cock slipped free.
“Wha—” he began to ask but stopped when he realized my intention.
I flipped over and braced myself on my elbows, spreading my legs wide and pushing my ass up. Letting my hair fall over one shoulder, I ensured he had the best view of the tattoo down my back. I glanced over my other shoulder and was met with hungry eyes and an awestruck expression.
“Are you sure?” he asked, smoothing a tentative hand over my right ass cheek.
I nodded and pressed back harder into his hand. The kind of man he was, I wasn’t surprised that Devon was checking in with me. Especially after I’d told him, and he’d experienced firsthand, my reaction when people touch me from behind.
But it was Devon. I knew it was Devon, and as long as I remembered that, I would be okay. He was hard to forget.
“Don’t you want to stare at your art on my skin as you fuck me?” I breathed with a smile that belied all the dirty things I hoped he’d do to me.
His response was a low growl dripping with need and excitement. His hand tightened on my ass and gave it a light tap.
All of that need I could sense in him was pulsing through me, too.
“Harder,” I moaned, and he heeded my request, smacking my ass hard enough that I felt the recoil. When I was just about to beg for him to get inside of me, he notched the crown of his cock at my pussy. He didn’t make me wait. He seated himself inside me in one swift thrust. There was relief and the same sweet stretch I’d grown to crave.
“Fuck, you take me so well,” Devon moaned. He braced both of his hands on my ass and spread me apart. I collected myself and looked back just in time to watch him gaze down at where his cock disappeared inside me. Like it was the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. “I’m so lucky. So fucking lucky,” he murmured.
He watched his cock slip out and push back, the movement growing easier with each thrust. I reached down my body and began vigorously stroking my clit. Another orgasm would have been a feat I didn’t expect to conquer.
One of his hands wrapped around my hip while the other stroked down my back and over the tattoo. Exploratory and careful fingers ran along my spine, and a shudder racked through me.
“Use this,” Devon instructed a second before he tapped my shoulder with the vibrator we’d been using a few minutes before. I smiled up at him and took it without question, clicking the power button and pressing it to my clit.
I barely heard his groan over my own uncontrollable moans. A second orgasm feeling more possible with the toy’s help.
His grip on my hip was bruising as his other hand continued its ascent up my back. His fingers wrapped around my lower neck right against the hilt of the sword. He held me down, but only hard enough to keep me in place and right where he wanted me. I didn’t feel trapped, and the nerves I expected never came.
Like I suspected, it was impossible to forget that it was Devon behind me, viciously fucking into me and using my body. It had never been so good. He was so distinctly him, and I pushed away any lingering fears about how my body might inadvertently react and turned myself over to the pleasure.
“Tighter,” I rasped. Devon hesitated only a second before he squeezed my neck like I wanted and pushed my face into the pillows beneath me. I turned my head to the side so I could breathe, and I couldn’t suppress the smile that tilted my lips.
It was an honest reaction to the satisfaction and bone-deep enjoyment pumping through my veins.
“Such a pretty, devious fucking smile,” he crooned. He punctuated his words with deep, thorough thrusts of his hips .
I hummed and fumbled for the button on the toy between my legs. When I hit it, the vibration increased, and Devon’s hips stuttered. “You feel so good,” I mumbled, my words muffled by the blankets. “Are you going to come with me this time?”
A string of curses fell from his lips, and I wished I could see his face. But the image my mind conjured up was still so good. I needed another fucking mirror.
“Between your perfect pussy and the vibration, I don’t think I could hold off even if I tried.”
That was exactly what I wanted to hear. There was something about pulling him over the edge with me—my orgasm spurring his—that made me feel powerful and desired. Exactly as every woman should when her face was pressed into a mattress with her ass up in the air.
I tilted the vibrator back just enough that not only was it hitting my clit at the perfect angle, but the underside of Devon’s cock was dragging against it with every withdrawal.
Something changed in that moment, and we both turned desperate. Every slap of his hips against my ass had me burrowing deeper into the bed, and I willed myself to hang onto the vibrator. His fist tightened in my hair, and his fingers would no doubt leave bruises along my hip. But I wanted it. I wanted him to mark me inside and out, as evidenced by the tattoo down my back.
Our moans and cries mingled to form an erotic song all of our own making.
Then he was begging me to come. “Come around my cock. Oh, fuck . Please, please come. Yes, just like that. I want to feel you?—”
His words cut off when my orgasm hit me. The tension that built and built until I didn’t think my body could handle any more finally broke apart. Like I’d splintered into a million pieces and every little fragment was flying in opposite directions.
It was pure bliss.
Less than a second later, Devon pulled himself free, and I felt his hot cum shoot onto my back. Fuck, he made the best sounds when he came. All manly and unrestrained.
His knuckles brushed the top of my ass as he worked his hand up and down his shaft, keeping his other hand plastered to the back of my head. Trying to catch my breath, I turned off the toy and chucked it to the other side of the bed.
The fingers in my hair loosened and then dragged down my back, through his release and over my tattoo. Spreading it all over my back like he was trying to push it into my skin or color in the lesser shaded areas.
“Why is this so fucking hot?” he asked through labored breaths.
“The tattoo or coming on the tattoo?”
He chuckled and shrugged, continuing to run his hand through the mess he’d made. “Both, I guess.”
I hummed, but I didn’t really have an answer for him. He ended up answering his own question, though.
“I think it’s knowing that this meant as much to you as it did to me.”
I nodded as best I could and peered over my shoulder. “I wasn’t strong enough to come back then, but I still wanted to carry a piece of you with me. Always.”
His hand stopped as he stared down at me. That scruff-lined jaw dropped, and he wedged his other hand between myself and the bed, leaning over me slightly. He hauled me back against him, unconcerned that all of the cum covering my back would be splattered against his chest.
He wrapped a hand around the base of my throat and held me while I turned my face to his. I stopped, though, and eyed his cum-covered fingers. Licking my lips, I reached for his hand and slid those fingers into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, and I felt his cock give a little kick against my back. Just as I had with his cock, I licked and sucked until all five digits were clean. The moment I released his fingers, his mouth was covering mine. His kiss was hungry yet thorough like he was also trying to taste himself on my tongue.
When we pulled away, we were both breathless once again. “God, this is horrible,” he said, and I drew back even further. Or as far as I could with his firm grip still keeping me in place against him.
He kissed away the divot of confusion between my brows and peered down at me. “I’m so addicted to you already.”
Happily surprised by his admission, I laughed and brushed my nose against his. “I’ll help you feed your addiction whenever you want.”
He groaned and licked at my mouth as I scraped my nails down his cheek. I peeled myself away from him, and we both chuckled at the mess we’d made. I looked down at his chest and found humor-filled eyes staring back at me.
“Shower with me?” I asked only a second before he wrapped his arms around me and swung me off the bed. I giggled—actually, fucking giggled—as he ushered us into the bathroom.
Pure, undiluted happiness coursed through me. And I tried to push away the intrusive thoughts that urged me to remember that happiness was precarious and could be temporary. That it could all be taken away in a moment.
Those thoughts were incessant and easy to get sucked into. Especially with the news about my case.
But I didn’t want to dwell on that. So, I focused on the warmth of the water, and Devon, as we stepped into my tiny shower and under the spray.
Devon positioned me under the spray and cupped my cheeks, making sure I was looking at him before he said, “If you ever have those thoughts again, like you want to go for a drive…tell me. I know that’s a big ask, but I’m here. And I always will be. No preconceptions, no judgment. Because I can’t lose you again. That may be selfish, but fuck, Blake. The world is so much better with you in it.”