Chapter 7
Blake
Ifucked up.
My gut twists as I gaze up at the stunning masked woman on top of me and realise tonight won’t be enough. Not that it matters. I can’t give her anything else. My arsehole excuse for a father made sure of that. It was his parting gift.
Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I sit up and tenderly kiss her racing pulse as my fingers slide up her sides. She shivers from my touch, and I trail kisses over her throat and across her jaw until I meet her pouty mouth.
“Are you sure this is what you want, pixie?” I murmur against her lips.
She doesn’t hesitate. “I’m sure.”
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I stand, groaning when she wraps her legs around me and my jean-clad erection presses into her warm heat. I lay her gently on the bed before removing my jeans and joining her. My mouth finds hers again, and I slide my tongue inside, kissing her deeply.
This is a bad idea. A simple kiss with this woman had me tied up in knots for weeks.
Having sex with her may damn near break down every self-imposed wall I’ve built around myself since I was fourteen.
I don’t know what it is about her, but I’ve never felt so drawn to someone.
She’s a siren, calling through the darkness that is my haunting past.
Despite knowing how dangerous this could become for both of us, I allow my lips to leave hers and trace a torturous path down her body, my hands palming her perfect tits.
When my mouth reaches the apex of her thighs, still covered by her damp panties, I lift my gaze to hers.
“Is this okay?”
She licks her lips and nods.
Teasing her nipples with my fingers, I smirk. “I need words, pixie.”
“Please,” she whispers, arching her back. “Touch me.”
Fuck.
I’m done for.
Releasing her breasts, I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down her long, toned legs.
Once she’s bare, I keep my eyes locked on her masked face as I run my tongue up the inside of her left thigh, stopping before I reach her sex.
She sucks in a sharp breath, and I bite back my smile, repeating the action on her right thigh.
“Striker…” Her plea is a breathy moan, and she squirms, bucking her hips as her hands tangle in my hair, her nails digging into my scalp. “Please.”
Putting her out of her misery, I band one arm over her stomach and run my tongue along her pussy, groaning at her taste. “Fucking perfect, pixie.”
She whimpers, and the sound is like music to my ears. I press my tongue flat against her, teasing her with a long, lazy stroke.
“Mm… Yes,” she moans, and my dick pulses.
I lick her again, torturing her with every flick of my tongue until she’s a writhing mess beneath me.
She spreads her legs wider, splayed out for me like a goddamn feast. I suck her clit into my mouth and slide a finger inside her tight heat, loving the way she squeezes around me.
Christ, with the way her body contracts, I don’t think she’s going to last long.
“Oh!” she cries out, her fingers tugging on my hair.
My dick is rock hard, leaking in my boxers, but this isn’t about me, it’s about her.
I add another finger, increasing my ministrations on her clit, my efforts rewarded with a whimper followed by soft moans.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, her hips bucking as my fingers graze the sensitive spot inside her. “Oh mon Dieu! Please don’t stop.”
I grin against her warm skin, loving the way she slips into her native tongue. It’s fucking sexy.
“Are you going to come for me, pixie?”
She grinds against my face as her orgasm shudders through her. “Mm… Yes. Right there.”
I lift my head, my fingers still moving inside her, but I need to watch her come undone as her body trembles and her release coats my hand. Her cheeks are flushed, her hair mussed. She looks wild as she bites down on her puffy bottom lip and arches her back.
I remove my fingers and bury my tongue between her legs, lapping up every drop until she tugs on my hair, squirming beneath me.
Kissing my way up her stomach, I trail my lips over her feverish skin, goosebumps pebbling, until I reach her mouth. She opens for me without hesitation, and I delve inside, losing myself in her drugging kisses.
My erection presses into her sensitive flesh, and she gasps, her hand coming down to palm me through my boxers. I pull away from her lips, gazing down at her.
“You’re pierced,” she whispers.
It’s not a question, but I nod. Brushing her hair off her face, I lean in and kiss the tip of her exposed nose. “It’s okay. We don’t have to go any further. This was never about sex for me.”
It was about getting her out of my system, but just like I knew it would, the opposite has happened. I don’t know how I’m supposed to walk away from her after knowing what she tastes like, what she looks like when she’s coming undone because of me. I’m completely screwed.
She licks her swollen lips, her chest rising and falling. “What does it feel like?”
My lips tug into a small smirk and I grind against her palm. “Not gonna lie, it feels fucking incredible.”
I got my Jacob’s ladder when I turned eighteen.
My life was spiralling out of control, and I was doing anything and everything I shouldn’t be.
The guilt over my part in what happened when I was fourteen weighed heavily, and I was looking for a way to punish myself.
My ink serves to remind me of what I’ve done, and my piercings are my penance.
“Show me,” she murmurs, squeezing my hard length gently and pulling me back into the moment.
“Are you sure?”
She nods. “If we’ve only got tonight, I want everything.”
My heart kicks in my chest, and I want to tell her we don’t have to rush, that we can have more, but the words get stuck in my throat. It’s a lie. We can’t have more. I can’t give her what she deserves. But for tonight, I can give her what she wants.
I kiss her deeply, rocking into her hand until I can’t take it any longer. Tearing myself away from her, I reach over to the bedside table and pray it’s stocked with the necessities. Of course, being a sex club where the clientele is literally here for one thing, I hit the jackpot.
Shifting so I can remove my boxers, my cock ready for her, I rip open the foil package with my teeth and roll the condom down my shaft, then add lube. Even though she just came, my cock is thicker than my fingers, and I don’t want to hurt her.
When I settle between her legs, I run my gaze over her perfect body, trembling in anticipation. Deep down, I know I’ve already gone too far, ruining myself for anyone else, but I’m powerless to stop it. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“If you want to stop,” I say, notching myself at her entrance, “all you have to do is say the word, pixie. You’re in charge.”
She smiles and reaches to cup my cheek, her thumb grazing my cheek just below my mask. “I want you to fuck me, striker.”
I push inside her slowly, letting her adjust to my size. She’s so fucking tight, and the sensation is more than I was bargaining for; the intensity of it washing over me like a wave. Even with a condom, it’s going to take a lot of willpower to hold off my impending orgasm.
She gasps when the first barbell slips inside, and whimpers when she feels the next two. A shudder rips through her at the remaining two.
“You okay?” I ask, leaning down to kiss her.
“Yes,” she moans into my mouth, wrapping her legs around my waist. She grips my shoulders and arches her back, drawing me in until I’m fully seated.
“Christ, you feel so good,” I say, my voice rough with need as I rest my forehead on hers. Her walls clench around me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, taking a couple of deep breaths. If I’m not careful, this will be over way too soon, and I won’t need to worry about whether she wants to see me again.
“I need you to move,” she begs, her nails digging into my back as she pulls me closer, her lips grazing my ear. “Please.”
I don’t hesitate. My girl gets what she wants. I pull out and thrust inside her, both of us moaning in pleasure. Capturing her lips, I swallow the sound, completely consumed by this woman and the way her pussy grips my cock so tight.
Our kisses are desperate as we both chase that incredible high.
Everything about her is perfect. I grip her thigh, shifting our position as I thrust in deep, picking up the pace.
I’m not going to last much longer, but I need her to come again first. My free hand slips between us, and I rub her clit as I push inside her over and over again.
Her pussy clenches around me, and my balls draw up. She cries out as her orgasm crests, only moments before I fall over the cliff with her.
Groaning, I collapse on top of her before rolling us over so I don’t crush her with my body weight.
We’re both panting, trying to get our breath back as we lie facing one another, my softening cock still inside her.
I stroke my fingers down her side, smirking as she shivers from my touch.
“That was…”
“Wow,” she finishes, and we both laugh.
That seems to be our go-to response for each other.
I should move, but my body is sated, and I feel that sleepy urge trickling in. Tucking her into my chest, I close my eyes and revel in the feel of her naked body pressed into mine, marvelling again at how she fits against me so perfectly, like we’re made for each other.
“Striker,” she murmurs, her breath warm against my slick skin.
“Mm?”
“Thank you.”
I chuckle, squeezing my arms tighter around her slight frame. “That’s a first.”
She pulls back to look at me. “What is?”
“Being thanked for sex.”
Her cheeks heat. “Sorry, it’s… uh… been a while since I’ve let anyone touch me.”
A trickle of unease washes over me at her words. It’s not the first time she’s alluded to not being treated right. I graze my knuckles over the warm skin beneath her mask. “Will you tell me who hurt you, pixie?”
She shakes her head, leaning in to press her lips to mine. “No one. Forget I said anything.”
I let her distract me with kisses because I can’t let myself get in too deep with her, though my resolve is fizzling with every stolen moment in this room.
But in the back of my mind, there’s a niggling feeling that this woman has come into my life for a reason.
Only… I’m not sure I’m the right person to help her.
Not with my past.
Not with all the skeletons hiding in my cupboard.
Tonight was supposed to be about getting her out of my system. Hell, I didn’t even think she’d actually show up. But now that she has, and I know what it’s like to have her in my arms, I don’t know how I can walk away.
She’s my new addiction.
Fuck.
Knowing me, I’m going to get myself into trouble.
The thing is, I’m pretty sure she’s worth it.