Chapter 7 Reaper
REAPER
Ireturn home hours later, close to midnight. As soon as I step inside and see Lynx curled up on the couch, I know I messed up by leaving. Has she been here the whole time? God, I’m an asshole.
There wasn’t any club business; I just needed some air and space to process the fact that my life would never be the same. It scared the hell out of me at first. How could I already be addicted to everything about this woman?
It’s not fair to Lynx. I’d ruin her innocence, ravage her over and over until my name is the only thing she can remember.
She deserves so much better, but I’m not sure I can let her go.
I tried convincing myself it’s because I care about her safety, and nothing more, but that pretense fell apart almost instantly.
I do care about her safety, but I also care about her happiness, her dreams, her past, and most definitely her future.
A soft gasp and then a pained whimper cut through my scrambled thoughts, and I rush to Lynx’s side. She’s asleep, her eyes squeezed shut and her soft, pouty lips twisted into a frown. Lynx thrashes her head to the left, then to the right, a pained look taking over her features.
I’m not sure what to do or how to help. Should I carry her to her room? Or would that only be more confusing and scary when she wakes up? I don’t know. I don’t know how to handle someone so precious.
My fingers lightly graze Lynx’s temple, trailing down her rounded cheek and then across her jawline. It pleases me more than it should when she relaxes, as if she recognizes my touch.
Lynx stirs, then opens her eyes. I’m expecting her to be angry or, worse, cry. Instead, relief floods her face. She sits up and pats the seat next to her, shocking the hell out of me.
“You still want to talk to me?” I ask, joining her on the couch. “After I left you?”
Lynx nods. “I was confused at first, but then I realized you were scared of your emotions and you needed to work through them in your own space and time.”
My jaw drops open, making Lynx grin. “Wise beyond your years,” I finally say, scooting a little closer to my woman. If she’ll agree to be mine, that is.
“Or maybe you’re immature for your advanced age?” That spark in her green eyes is back, loosening the knot I’ve had in my chest ever since walking out the door earlier.
“Advanced age?” I growl playfully.
She nods and giggles as I lunge toward her, tickling her sides until she collapses onto my lap. I pull Lynx closer, adjusting our position so she’s straddling me. Her hands slide up my chest, and she nibbles on her bottom lip, as if deciding what she wants to do with me.
I rest my forehead on hers, taking a moment to breathe her in before things go any further. “I’m sorry I left,” I whisper.
“Me, too,” she answers in all seriousness before cracking a smile.
“You forgive me?”
Instead of answering with words, Lynx presses her lips to mine. Her message is loud and clear; she wants to pick up where we left off. I’m not one to disappoint.
She sinks into my kiss, melting into me and driving me wild with each roll of her hips.
I run my hands up her thighs and torso until they cup the sides of her neck.
My thumbs trace light circles on the underside of her jaw.
She swallows thickly, and I groan when I feel her throat muscles working against my hands.
“I forgive you,” she murmurs, rubbing her nose against mine before going in for another kiss.
Her lips part beneath mine as she slides her tongue into my mouth, immediately taking control of the kiss. I breathe her in and grip her hips, helping her grind down on me to get the friction she needs. Lynx moans and arches her back, breaking our kiss.
I continue lavishing kisses down her neck, pulling her sensitive skin between my teeth and then licking the sting away. Lynx shifts, resting a hand behind her on my knee, opening herself up for more of my attention.
“Fuck,” I grunt, gripping her ass with one hand while trailing the other between her breasts and down her torso. Lynx throws her head back and moans loudly for me. Jesus, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and we’re both still fully clothed.
I cup the back of her neck, drawing her back into me for a kiss. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling at the strands while we taste and explore each other. She’s trembling in my arms, but she keeps rocking her hot little pussy against me, and fighting me for control of our kiss.
I growl and nip at her bottom lip, pulling it through my teeth before diving back into her sweetness.
“Reaper,” she pants, resting her forehead on mine. “I need something… I need something else. I need more.”
“I’ll give you whatever you want, dandelion,” I groan, slipping my hands underneath the hem of her shirt.
Lynx sucks in her stomach, which pisses me off.
I knead her soft flesh and ample curves, before growling into her ear, “You’re perfect.
So fucking beautiful and sexy. Jesus, Lynx, you have no idea what you do to me. ”
I don't give her a chance to respond before pulling her shirt over her head in one swift move. She gasps, but then moans as my large hands palm her tits.
God, they are exquisite. The moonlight kisses the contours of her breasts, making my mouth water. I rub my thumbs over her hard little nipples, and then press her tits together and lick up her cleavage.
“Ohmygod,” she whimpers, clutching my hair and holding me to her chest. I grunt as I leave little bites all over the tops of her breasts, kissing and teasing my way down to her pebbled peaks.
I suck on her nipples, loving the way Lynx gasps and writhes in my arms. When I bite down, she squeezes her thighs around me, her entire body locking up.
“You like when I suck your tits, beautiful?”
“Mmhm. I’m… I’m… I think…”
“Shit, are you going to come for me? Just like this?”
Lynx wraps her arms around my head and pulls me further into her, burying my face in between her breasts. I’m suffocating on her, and I fucking love it. My hands slide down her back, landing on her thick, juicy ass and squeezing. Hard.
I slide her up and down my aching cock while meeting her thrust for thrust, dry fucking up into her. Goddamn, I feel her heat through our layers of clothing, feel her need for release, her need for me to give her that release.
“I-I-I’m…” Before she can finish her thought, Lynx cries out, shattering in my arms.
I lift my head up from her chest and swallow down her moans, wanting to taste them while her body pulses with pleasure. My hand slides down her torso and slips into the waistband of the sweatpants she’s wearing. Lynx moans and bucks her hips, encouraging me to continue.
My fingers brush up against her bare mound, making me growl. I figured she didn’t have panties on since she doesn’t have any of her clothes with her, but goddamn. Feeling the proof of it has my dick straining against my zipper.
Lynx whimpers as I stroke her pussy, barely dipping my fingers inside her slit. Holy fuck, she’s drenched for me, and getting wetter by the second. I rub one finger over her entrance and feel her little hole spasm for me. I grunt as precum pours from my angry cock.
I circle my finger over her entrance once more before sliding it up, up, up, and playing with her clit.
“Reaper!” she shrieks, digging her nails into my shoulder and burying her face into the side of my neck.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chants, her words muffled.
Feeling her lips graze against my skin as she circles her hips to the rhythm of my fingers has my balls tightening and drawing up. I know I’m not going to last.
“Let go, Lynx,” I murmur.
“It’s too much, too much, I can’t…”
“I’ve got you, beautiful. Do you trust me?” Lynx nods and whimpers as I slide one finger into her throbbing channel. Fuck, she’s tight. Her walls pulse around me and try to push my digit back out. I press forward, stretching her out as I search for that one spot…
“What is… Oh!” she yelps as I rub the rough pad of my finger over her G-spot, again and again. I chuckle darkly at her reaction.
“Love how responsive you are. There’s so much more where this came from,” I growl as I cup her pussy, adding a second finger while my palm grinds into her clit. “Now come for me, Lynx. Come so damn hard. I’ve got you.”
Lynx tenses in my arms, her entire body strung so damn tight as she inhales sharply and holds her breath.
I pinch her clit, and she snaps, unraveling completely.
Lynx bites down on my neck, and I come with her, right in my damn jeans.
Neither one of us can stop grinding into each other as our shared orgasm devastates us both.
Finally, she slumps into my chest, a complete rag doll. I slip my hand out of her pants and lick my fingers clean.
“What are you…” Lynx stares at my tongue while I lap up every last drop from my skin.
“Fucking delicious,” I growl, capturing her lips with mine so she can taste herself.
Lynx moans softly into our kiss and then sighs sweetly when we break apart.
“Holy shit,” she murmurs. Then she buries her head into my neck again, as if she’s embarrassed. Yeah, fuck that.
I weave my fingers into her long hair and tug gently, making her lift her head up again. I press my lips to her forehead, nose, and cheeks, finally giving her a short, sweet kiss on her swollen lips. This is how I should have ended things earlier. With orgasms and gentle kisses.
“You felt it, too?” I ask, resting my forehead on hers.
She nods and bites her lip before answering. “I felt it. I feel you, Reaper.”
“Thank fuck.” I wrap her up in my arms and hold her close while we soak up the significance of this moment.
Before long, I hear Lynx’s soft little snores. I smile to myself at how adorable she is. I can’t wait to wear her out like this time and time again. Hopefully, next time it will be with my tongue, followed by my cock.