49. Mine, mine, mine
Chapter 49
Mine, mine, mine
LETTIE
I ’m gonna end up having sex with him if he comes inside with me. Resisting him ain’t a flower that grows in my garden. Never has been.
Four steps. That’s how many I take into the lobby before he stops me.
Four.
I threw down the challenge, and he’s answering the call.
After wrapping his arm around my waist, he presses his front to my back and hovers his mouth an inch from my ear. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” His velvety tone travels over my entire body until it’s practically sucking on my clit.
His dominant side will be the death of me.
Feigning aloofness, I toss, “I suppose you can come to my room if you can get past security.”
He releases me, taking a step toward the guard.
I grab his wrist to stop him. “If you’re lying about being willing to talk just to get me alone, I’ll castrate you.”
His returning smirk makes my knees weak and my brain short circuit.
From here on out, I predict focusing on getting him to talk will be markedly more challenging. Especially with visions of all the ways I want him to fuck me running through my mind.
“Be right back. Let me cut Sawyer loose.”
He dashes outside to send the class clown back to school, only to return a few seconds later to retrieve the cookie from the Panera bag still clutched in my hand. Then he disappears again. After flashing his Redleg badge and telling the armed guard at the door that I’m under his protection, the guard pulls me aside to confirm I’m supportive of Tomer accompanying me.
Sadly, the guard missed a golden opportunity to do the whole... blink twice if you feel unsafe kind of thing. Bummer.
If Tomer didn’t already have a working arrangement with the shelter, I don’t think they’d have let him inside.
The way he addressed the guard keeps running through my mind, warming me from the inside out.
She’s under my protection. Why is that so hot? My nipples immediately jump to attention. If they could speak, they’d be prattling on about how they’re also in danger and in desperate need of his services.
Damn horny nipples.
That car ride was a test of my physical restraint, and I barely passed. My hyper sex drive, or whatever Simone called it, is in high gear, flying down the road at five times the speed limit.
The feel of his hand on my thigh about sent me to orbit. I wanted to guide his fingers between my legs so damn badly.
Yet, as much as my body craved him, my heart and head somehow remained in control. I don’t only want his body. He’s worth more to me than sex.
I believe there’s a good man inside him. And I’m determined to pull his true self to the surface with every ounce of stubbornness I was born with.
We don’t speak the entire elevator ride or the long walk down the hall. His proximity has me on edge, ready to jump him. I’m desperate to know if I can come with his cock inside me. A slight moan escapes me with only the thought of trying.
Tomer notices, his head whipping in my direction and eyes darkening. Well, that’s not gonna help the wetness between my thighs.
Attempting to ignore his heated gaze, I press my thumb to the fingerprint reader to access my room. By the time we’re inside with the door locked behind me, I’ve licked my lips raw. Still, we don’t speak.
Do not jump him until he talks to you, Lettie. Don’t fucking do it. You are in control of your body.
He grazes past me, taking the to-go bag and setting it on the small table. I kick off my sandals and dig deep into my reserves of inner strength.
Do. Not. Jump. Him.
When I look up, he’s standing in the middle of my room, directly under the ceiling fan. The warm glow of the fixture shines down like a spotlight, accentuating his defined arms and the lines of his broad shoulders barely hidden under the thin material of his T-shirt. His hands are cast into sharp fists at his sides, making the veins on his forearms pop.
When my eyes finally reach his, they’re nothing but pools of desire.
Heavens to Betsy . Why does he have to look so good? This is unfair.
His chest heaves with his deep breaths. Mine does the same.
He takes a step toward me, then forces himself backward. That famous self-control of his is seconds from disintegrating into nothingness. He’s a bull about to charge.
Meanwhile, my mind shuffles through ways I could metaphorically wave a red cloth like a sexual matador, daring him to attack. Olé.
I chastise myself again. No, Lettie. Talk first.
“Um,” I start, my voice timid and meek. Not from shyness or fear but overwhelming arousal. “Make yourself comfortable.”
Those pants look stiff. He should take them off. While he’s at it, lose the rest of his garments. I’ll get more comfortable too. Naked, perhaps?
No, Lettie. Bad girl.
Tucking his hands into his back pockets, he rocks on his heels and flickers his gaze around. “So this is your room, huh?”
Adorable how he thinks I’m falling for his nonchalant act. Neither of us can pull that off, considering we’re both electrified with sexual tension. If we dare touch, sparks will come off our skin.
“Yep.”
“It’s nice.”
My desire to make him talk is rapidly replaced with an entirely different desire.
“Is this your first time seeing one of these rooms?” A grin I can’t fight flashes over my face as I taunt, “I mean seeing one in person ?”
The reminder of the show I gave him a few nights ago that ended with me getting myself off on the bed must be the red square of fabric I was seeking.
The bull charges.
His legs eat up the carpet, thundering his body across the room. A second later, he’s on me, both palms cupping my cheeks and tilting my face upward. I’m quickly bathing in his familiar scent. Lowering one palm to my shoulder, he pushes me backward while the other hand works its way into my hair. There’s an intoxicating blend of gentleness and possessiveness in his grip.
Fuck. I’ve missed this.
Missed him. Owning my body like only he can.
Leaving me no room to object, he guides me until I wind up pressed against the wall. Once there, he braces himself with one palm beside my head, but he keeps hold of my hair with his free hand. My pussy clenches, and a whimper escapes me as he aligns our bodies, revealing how hard he is for me.
With his face hovering over mine, his warm breath fans over my lips. You’d think we were running a marathon for how short of breath we are.
“Tell me to stop, Lettie. Tell me to leave.”
Immediately no. Not a fucking chance.
I lift my chin, causing my lips to graze his. “No,” I pant out the word.
“Lettie, I need you to tell me to stop.”
With both hands, I yank him closer, preventing a retreat. One hand hooks on the side of his waist, and the other twists the fabric of his shirt over his strong chest. “What about what I need?”
His face drifts to the side, and he drags his nose over my throat as he inhales deeply. “Tell me what you need, sugar bear. Ask for it.”
Chills. All over.
Driven by a savage craving for him, I tell him exactly what I have in mind. “Tomer, I need you to fuck me. Kiss my entire body. Erase everything bad that happened to me. Fuck me up against this wall. Bent over the table. On the bed or the floor. In the shower or tub. I want you under me. Over me. Behind me. Pull my hair. Wrap your hand around my neck. Spank my ass. Fuck me until I’m raw.”
He claims my lips barely a second after I finish with my sexy action plan. And I do mean claims them.
Commanding and possessive, he wordlessly demands my submission with his kiss. I give it freely, aching for him to drive out the memory of any other man but him. The way it always should have been.
Our tongues swirl frantically while our bodies writhe and vibrate with lust. He captures all my moans, drinking them down one by one. Not sure when I did it, but I must have tossed my leg over his hip. Using it as leverage, my heel drives him forward so he grinds harder against my core. Delicious tingles of pleasure explode over my lower body, with each pump of his erection grazing my clit.
His hands are everywhere, leaving a trail of heat as they work over my neck, my shoulders, down my back, and settle on my backside. When he grabs two handfuls of my ass, squeezing and pulsing, I thrust myself over the ridge of his cock, tossing my head back and keening.
“Shh,” he warns, then slams his lips to mine, diving his tongue into my mouth and taking more of what he wants.
At least this time, I won’t wonder why he wants me quiet. I have neighbors on both sides of my room who haven’t consented to hearing him rearrange my insides. The way he’s plundering my mouth tells me that’s exactly what he’s about to deliver.
Needy and impatient, I frantically open his fly and shove both hands inside his pants. His warm, thick cock pulses inside my double-stacked grip. Wasting no time, I pump him in long, hard strokes.
While I work him faster and rougher, he moans and removes my bottoms. When he yanks off my panties, the cool air brushes against the overheated skin between my thighs, making my wetness more pronounced.
Then his hand is there, roughly cupping over my pussy.
“Mine,” he growls past my lips. Harder, he presses his palm against me. “This is my fucking pussy. Forever. Mine.”
Heat floods my body, striking me speechless.
Frantically, my mind attempts to rewind a year of sex with him, wondering if he’s ever made such a declaration of outright ownership. I come up with nothing as primal or permanent.
Only I don’t have time to think about what it means because he drops to his knees, immediately burying his face between my legs, sucking and lapping at my pussy.
Or should I say his pussy?
I know we’re not okay. There are mountains of shit to work out before we can ride off into the sunset, but I can’t help but love the idea of being Tomer’s—mind, body, and soul. For now and forever.
Gripping my inner thighs punishingly, he shoves them apart. My hands fall to his head, and I scratch his hair lovingly with my fingernails. I’m lit up like a firecracker as he works his tongue through my silky wet flesh, finding my clit with expert precision. He’s not gentle with me, nipping and sucking like a starving man offered his first meal in weeks.
I rise to my tiptoes, swirling my hips and dragging myself over his mouth. Although I try to keep my moans quiet, I fail and let out a shaky cry when he delves a finger inside me and begins thrusting.
His suction on my clit increases, and his tongue flicks back and forth, rapidly hurtling me toward the precipice. So damn fast. I wish I had more time to enjoy it, but I know this isn’t all he’s going to give me, so I let it wash over me without attempting to delay it.
“I’m gonna come,” I pant out between shaky breaths and feral cries. “May I please come?”
“Not yet,” he grumbles, then inserts another finger. Instead of pulsing up and down, he adjusts the angle, stroking at my G-spot.
He’s trying to kill me with pleasure.
“I can’t hold back,” I whine. “I need to come.”
“Beg for it,” he orders.
A smile overtakes my entire face, loving how he’s treating me like he used to before everything was ruined. When he was my Dom, and I was his sub. When he commanded my body to do his bidding.
When we fell in love.
“Please, let me come, babe. Please . I need it. I need it so badly. Please, babe. May I come now?”
He grunts and growls against my sensitive pearl, heightening the euphoria with the rumble of sound waves. All the while, his deft fingers continuously tap at my sweet spot. I’ll combust if he doesn’t let me climax soon. I’m out of practice at holding it back. My entire body shudders and quakes.
“Please, babe. I’m begging like a good girl. Please let me come.”
“Mmm. Yes, sweetness. You may come for me,” he relents, continuously tapping and sucking me.
“Oh thank god,” I whimper, then attempt to let go.
I expect the fireworks to start low in my belly, but they don’t come. What the fuck?
For a year, he’s trained me to climax on command. While not always perfect at it, I’ve never failed to orgasm when I was this freaking close to exploding.
Confusion fills my mind, further distancing me from the brink.
Determined to come, I force the wayward thoughts away and swirl my hips faster, grinding and pulsing against him.
Once again, I get right to the edge, but can’t tumble over. It hovers there, beckoning me and taunting me, but staying ever so slightly out of reach.
I squeeze my nipples over my shirt, plucking and tugging. Surely that’ll do the trick.
Nope. Still nothing.
Oh no . I can’t come.
Because his fingers are inside me.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
“No fingers,” I grit out. “Just your mouth, please.”
I’m too worried to meet his eyes, so I keep my head thrown back, staring at the ceiling while hoping he doesn’t demand answers. He complies, moving his fingers from inside me to my backside. His wet hands squeeze my ass, driving me toward his mouth.
My body slumps against the wall, knees trembling as relief pulses through me. “Thank you.”
“Those manners.” He smiles against my slick flesh, then returns to sucking my clit fervently.
Within seconds, I’m at the point of no return. “Oh my god, babe. Yes, yes, yes. Shit . So good. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” This time, I tumble headfirst into the sweet rapture of my orgasm.
His appreciative moans spur me on, prolonging the delicious sparks traveling over my entire body. I’m a live wire, twitching and pulsating.
Eventually, my hips slow to a stop. He keeps his face between my legs, pressing sweet kisses and gentle nips over my sensitive flesh. “ Mmm . Good girl.” More kisses and licks, tender and slow. “Tastes so fucking good.”
My knees grow weak, and I begin to worry whether I can hold myself up. “Enough.” I tap at his head, trying to close my legs.
“Hold on,” he husks out. “Not done yet.” He forces my thighs back open and drags his tongue along my seam, licking me in long strokes. “This is my fucking pussy. I decide when I’m done eating it.”
Okay, it’s official. I love when he claims it.
Without giving me a chance to react, he works his shoulder between my thighs, wedging himself underneath me. He clamps his hands on my hips and rises, shifting himself from resting on his heels to an upright kneeling position. In the process, he slides my body up the wall until my feet are no longer on the floor. My hands grip his head so I don’t fall.
His fiery gaze licks up my body. “Now you can’t go anywhere.”
Another gush of arousal floods my core, and I find myself grinding against him again. Although I can’t see his lips entirely, I know he’s smiling as I buck into his mouth, quickly spiraling toward my second climax in as many minutes.
He pulls off me, looking up my body and replacing his mouth with the pads of his fingers from the one hand he can maneuver in this position without letting me fall. “You wanna come again for me, sugar bear?”
I clamp my teeth down on my lower lip, nodding and fighting back my screams as he rubs and swirls his thick fingers over my clit. “Uh-huh.”
He drags his nose, mouth, and chin along my seam in a firm stroke. “What happened to your manners?”
As much as I’d love to banter with him, I need to orgasm more. “Please, babe. May I come?”
“Yes, Lettie. You can come for me. All over my tongue. Soak my face.”
“Thank you,” I simper.
He dives back in, licking me all over. Up, down, round, and round. He alternates between tongue fucking me and pulsating his lips over my clit. When I’m on the edge, I grab his head roughly, digging my fingertips against his scalp. And I hold him in place, stopping him from moving down toward my entrance. Pretty sure his tongue inside me would prevent me from coming. I’m not interested in testing any more theories.
He emits a deep rumble, shaking his head and swirling his tongue so decadently over the engorged bud. The sound vibrations launch me into the ether. Keeping my firm grip on his head, I shove him as hard as I can into my pussy and grind with all my might. Just the way he likes me too.
“So good. So damn good,” I pant out, sparks traversing my entire body as I ride it out.
The second I loosen my grip, he dives his tongue down, lapping at my center to savor every last drop of my release.
Carefully, he eases us down the few inches until my feet are on the floor again. When my eyelids flutter open, he’s standing over me.
My legs tremble, threatening to give out, so I fling my arms over his shoulders.
He takes the hint, scooping me up, carrying me to the bed, and laying me down. “You taste better than I remember.” He gives me a chaste kiss, letting me sample it for myself.
After breaking the kiss, he helps me remove my shirt and bra. As soon as I’m fully naked, he bends and sucks the peak of my breast into his mouth, swirling and flicking the tight bud. He pulses his hand over my other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
Too soon, he pulls back. “I missed those.”
Before he joins me on the bed, he grabs a condom from his wallet and tosses it on the comforter. I scurry to grab it, impatiently ripping it open while he shucks off his pants.
His face lights up with a devilish smirk when he sees me holding the condom, ready to roll it on. “Eager, sweetness?”
I rise to my knees, crawling to the bottom corner of the bed where he’s standing. “Yes. Very.”
When I reach out to grab him—well, his cock—he retreats two steps, keeping it out of my greedy hands.
My lips shift into a pout, and I meet his eyes. “ Hey ,” I whine.
He wraps his long fingers around his throbbing erection and pumps twice. I can’t take my eyes off it. Never wanted something so badly in my life. I’m all but drooling.
On the third stroke, he taunts, “What’s wrong, Lettie?”
I point at his dick, the object of my every desire. “Give it,” I huff, my vocabulary regressing to that of a toddler.
He quirks a bemused brow, clearly enjoying denying me. “Give you what?”
“Your dick.” I flap the condom. “I want it.”
Shaking his head, he bunches his mouth in a teasing wad.
“Please,” I beg, batting my lashes and spreading my thighs to entice him.
He lowers his head toward one shoulder, pursing his lips. “What did you say you wanted?”
Fucker knows exactly what I want.
“Your cock. Put it inside me.”
“Whose cock?”
Seriously? What sick torture is this?
I roll my eyes. “Your cock. The one in your hand instead of in mine.”
When he clicks his tongue at me, continuing to deny me, I lose my patience.
“Fine. I’ll take care of myself.” Dropping the condom, I rise from the bed and stomp over to my dresser to retrieve one of my vibrators. Grabbing the first one I see, I turn it on and fling myself on the bed, immediately spreading my legs to bare myself to him.
His face pinches, eyes hardening and severe. “Don’t you dare put that vibrator inside my pussy.”
My clit pulses in response to both his tone and ownership over that part of me.
“Well, you aren’t giving me your cock.”
He slopes his head to the other side, tucking his chin toward his chest. “Whose cock?” he asks again.
Oh my marmalade . I’m such a ding-dong. How did it take this long for me to figure out what he wants?
I blame a lack of blood flow to my brain. It’s all in my nether region.
A smile toys with my face, slowly taking over my entire expression. My tongue sneaks past my lips, giving them a swipe and drawing his attention to my mouth.
When his eyes latch on mine, I purr the answer, slow and sultry, channeling all the sex appeal I can find. “Give me my cock.”
He sucks air through his teeth, then bites his lip. “That’s my good fucking girl.”
My heart soars into the stratosphere at his praise.
In two large strides, he’s precisely where I wanted him earlier. “Put that condom on your cock, sweetness. And then I’m gonna fuck you on every available surface just like you asked.”
Although I love to please him, there’s a brat inside me, clawing at the surface. Do I sass him, telling him to make me? Or should I comply without back talk?
More alarming still is this entire line of foreplay whereby he’s staking his claim on me again. We’re not together. There’s so much we haven’t settled.
Wanting to be his is one thing, but our problems are far from solved. My heart and mind are conflicted.
My body, however, knows exactly what it wants.
Unaware of the conflict brewing over this ownership, not to mention the battle between my inner good girl and brat, he drags his fingers through my hair, twirling it around his fingertips. Reminded how much I missed his tender adoration, I lean into his touch. My eyes snap shut as I soak it in.
In that moment, my body wins over my heart and mind. And the good girl defeats the brat, leaving me lustful and compliant.
For now.