Chapter 28 #2
“You are perfect, Sutton. My goddamn dream girl. Can’t fucking wait until you let me touch you.”
“One day,” I promised.
“Come here,” he demanded, an order I was happy to obey.
I shuffled back onto the bed at his side and placed my palm over his heart, over that knot of scar tissue where the bullet had pierced his flesh.
“You’re always touching me there,” he mused.
“I can’t help thinking we almost didn’t get this,” I admitted.
“And now I’m never letting you go.”
I glanced pointedly at the handcuffs. “Actually, I’m never letting you go.”
“How about we just keep each other forever?”
Bending, my hair fell in a curtain around our faces as I kissed him.
Against his lips, I murmured, “I accept those terms,” running the backs of my fingers down his bearded cheek.
“Sunny,” he breathed. “Can I…can I taste you?”
“Beg.”
“Please let me taste you. Please, sunny. Fuck, I need it so bad.”
Wriggling out of my underwear, I stood and climbed up his body, slipping my feet between his upraised arms and head. My pussy hovered above his face, right there, but still too far away for him to reach.
“You want this?” I asked, brazenly brushing my finger through my slit. It came away coated in my arousal, and Lane’s eyes widened at the sight.
“Please,” he choked out.
I lowered my finger to his mouth, and he opened greedily, sucking the digit in and swirling his tongue around, collecting every last drop of my desire.
Suddenly, I really felt like the goddess Lane said I was. Like I had given him his sole purpose in life: to worship me. His normally clear, bright eyes had turned stormier than before, as though he was more turned on by the idea of my pleasure than his own.
His arm muscles flexed, biceps bulging in a way that had me wanting to take a bite out of them, as he yanked on the cuffs, fighting their hold to reach me.
“Can I sit?” I asked.
“Fuck,” he growled, pulling harder at the handcuffs, hard enough that his wrists were turning red. “Fucking suffocate me, sunny.”
“If you insist,” I grinned, slowly lowering myself until I was close enough that he could crane his neck and flick my slit with his tongue. “Oh hell.”
“I said suffocate me. Sit the fuck down, Sutton, or so help me, I will break this bed and fucking make you.”
His words would’ve terrified a past version of me, but I obeyed, planting my knees on either side of his head and my pussy right on his mouth. Anchoring my hands on the top of the headboard, I began to move, shamelessly riding Lane’s face as he devoured me.
It didn’t take long for me to reach a tipping point, not with his masterful mouth providing long strokes from back to front coupled with flicks and suction on my clit.
All I’d had to content myself with for years were a variation of toys that did the job fine but were a poor imitation for human contact.
Especially contact with a man who still seemed to know my body like it was an instrument only he knew how to play.
I tried to wriggle off, to move away before I could come, but even unable to use his hands, Lane was stronger than me.
The second I shifted and he sensed what I was about to do, he clamped his strong arms against my thighs, holding me hostage as he ruthlessly fluttered his tongue against my clit, sending me higher and higher and higher.
When he sealed his mouth around me, I shattered.
I felt like I was coming apart at the seams. My orgasm detonated like a bomb, blowing me apart until I was nothing more than dust on the wind.
My hips swiveled against Lane’s face in a senseless rhythm, riding it out until the last of the aftershocks ceased.
On shaky limbs, I crawled off Lane and collapsed beside him, taking a moment to catch my breath.
“You okay?” Lane asked.
I let out a disbelieving giggle and turned to face him. “Fucking perfect.”
He grinned in response. “You gonna let me fuck you now?”
“No,” I said, and he frowned. “But I will fuck you.”
“You gonna take the handcuffs off?”
I shook my head as I sat up. “Not a chance.”
Lane nodded approvingly, and I swung my leg over his waist and sat down. Both of us hissed as his cock nestled in my slit. I rocked my hips back and forth a few times, loving the slick, smooth glide as we came together.
“You’re fucking ruining me, sunny. Take off your bra.” I did as he asked, unhooking it and discarding it somewhere behind me. Lane groaned. “Can’t wait to have those in my mouth.”
The dirty talk from him was new, not something he’d indulged in before, and I loved how sexy it made me feel. Like I wasn’t the broken woman I viewed myself as, but whole and desirable.
Lifting onto my knees, I reached between us and gave his dick a few tugs. Lane hissed, and I smirked when I found him clenching his teeth.
“You gonna make it?”
“I’m warning you, the second I’m inside you, I’m not going to last long.”
I almost felt bad that he’d been so neglected while getting me off, but this wasn’t about him.
“Condom?” I asked as I continued to toy with him, letting him go momentarily to reach between my legs, then spreading my arousal down his length, lubing him up.
“We don’t need one if you don’t want.”
Honestly? I didn’t. I’d been on birth control for a long time, not out of preventative measures—not that I’d really needed them—but because they helped regulate my cycle. So instead of responding, I angled him at my entrance and sank down in one smooth go.
“Oh, fuck,” we muttered at the same time.
I’d forgotten how big he was, and how long it had been since I’d been so full.
Where I stretched around him burned a bit, but not in a bad way.
More like in a way that reminded me pleasure would soon follow.
For a moment, I didn’t move, content to sit there with him buried deep inside me, hands on his chest, staring down into his handsome face.
Finally, the ache eased, and I lifted off and sank back down.
Lane cursed, and I threw my head back with a moan.
Next, I rolled my hips experimentally, searching for the perfect angle.
When my clit rubbed against the short hairs at the base of his cock and the tip branded that perfect spot that had my toes curling every time, I sank into it, picking up speed.
“Fuck, you look so good riding me,” Lane praised. Though he couldn’t use his hands or arms much, his hips jerked up to meet mine. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need.”
I bent backward, placing my palms on his thighs, continuing to ride him with shallow raising and lowering of my hips. Nonsense poured from my mouth as my orgasm once again gathered, clenching around him. He was worried about not lasting long, but I was the one a heartbeat away from coming…again.
“You gonna come for me, sunny? You gonna come on my cock?”
“Oh, fuuuuuuck,” I moaned, his words triggering my climax. Goosebumps broke out on my thighs and arms, and I collapsed against his chest as I shook and shivered. Lane continued bucking up into me, prolonging the waves rolling through me until he roared and spilled, long and hot, inside me.
Though I was nearly boneless, I reached for the key and, with trembling fingers, unlocked the cuffs.
The moment he was free, Lane’s arms banded around me, holding me close against his chest as I broke into sobs.
“Shh, baby, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m so fucking proud of you. You did so good, my brave girl.”
He continued to murmur praises while I worked through the aftermath of my release. Eventually, I calmed, my tears drying, and I shifted to look up at him.
“I’m so sorry.”
Lane shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. That had to be a lot for you.”
It was, and I hadn’t really realized it would be until it was over.
But I’d done it. With Lane’s help, I’d reclaimed that piece of me that had been stolen all those years ago. The tears—they’d been for the girl who’d lost something that night, and every version of her I’d been in the time since, constantly searching for ways to reclaim it.
I loved Lane for a number of reasons, but him giving me this catapulted to the top of the list. I wanted to tell him so badly, but I couldn’t make my mouth form the words.
One day, I thought. One day I’d be able to say it. For now I’d have to content myself with clinging to him tightly and making him feel it.