Barrett #2
"Mine," I growl against her throat, punctuating the word with a particularly deep thrust that makes her cry out.
"Yours," she gasps, and hearing her say it sends a fresh wave of heat through my veins. "All yours, Bear."
I carry her away from the wall, still buried deep inside her, and stumble toward the bedroom.
We crash onto the mattress, her body beneath mine, her legs still locked around my waist. The new angle lets me drive even deeper, and the sound she makes—half-scream, half-sob—nearly makes me lose control right there.
"Look at me," I demand, slowing my pace to something torturous and deliberate. Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide with desire. The sight of her beneath me, wearing my hoodie, her hair splayed across my sheets, is almost too much to bear.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
"Don't go soft on me now, Cunningham," she challenges, rolling her hips to take me deeper. "I thought you were going to make me forget my name."
I grab her wrists and pin them above her head with one hand, using my weight to hold her down. "Is that what you want, Rivers? You want it rough?"
"Yes," she hisses, arching beneath me. "Show me what you've got, goalie."
I pull out of her completely and grip my stiff shaft in my fist. “You show me first, Sweetheart. Open wide.”
Her mouth falls open without hesitation, a hungry look in her eyes as I guide my cock between her lips. The wet heat of her mouth engulfs me, and I groan deep in my throat as she takes me deeper than I expected.
"Fuck, Blakely," I growl, watching my length disappear between her perfect lips. Her tongue swirls around the head, and I nearly lose my mind at the sight of her beneath me, wearing my name, sucking me like she's starving for it.
I grip her hair, guiding her movements as she works me with her mouth. "That's it, Sweetheart. Show me how bad you want it."
Her eyes never leave mine as she hollows her cheeks, creating a suction that has me seeing stars. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that.”
I can't take my eyes off her as she works me with her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each stroke.
The sight of her wearing my name while taking me deep is almost enough to make me lose control right then.
But I want more. I want to reclaim every inch of her body, want to remind her that whatever we have between us is far from casual.
"Enough," I growl, pulling away from her sinful mouth with a wet pop. "Turn over."
Blakely's eyes flash with defiance, that challenging smirk playing at her lips. "Make me."
Something primal surges through me at her challenge and in one fluid motion, I flip her onto her stomach, yanking the hoodie up to expose her perfect ass. She gasps, half in surprise, half in excitement as I grip her hips and drag her to the edge of the bed.
"You want to challenge me, Rivers?" I growl, my palm coming down on her ass with a satisfying crack that makes her gasp and arch her back. "Let's see how defiant you are when I'm done with you."
I bring my hand down again, watching the pink bloom across her skin as she moans into the mattress. Her fingers clutch at the sheets, knuckles white with tension, but she pushes back against me, silently begging for more.
"You like that?" I ask, caressing the reddened skin before delivering another sharp slap. "You like when I mark you?"
"Yes," she hisses, her voice muffled against the bed. "God, Bear, yes."
I grip her hips, positioning myself at her entrance again. "Tell me what you want, Blakely. I want to hear you say it."
She looks over her shoulder at me, eyes dark with desire, lips swollen from kissing. "I want you to fuck me like you own me," she says, voice raspy and demanding. "Like no one else gets to have me. Ever again."
I grip her hips hard and slam into her with one powerful thrust that makes her scream my name. The sound echoes through my apartment, and I couldn't give less of a fuck who hears it.
"Like this?" I growl, establishing a punishing rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall. "Is this what you need, Blakely?"
"Yes!" she cries, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Harder, Bear!"
I obey, driving into her with enough force to slide her up the mattress.
I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as I pound into her from behind, the sight of her taking every inch of me driving me wild.
Her body arches, pressing back against mine with each thrust, a perfect counterpoint to my rhythm.
"You feel that?" I growl into her ear, my chest pressed against her back as I drive deeper. "Feel how deep I am inside you?"
"Yes," she gasps, her voice breaking on a particularly hard thrust. "God, Bear, don't stop!"
I have no intention of stopping. I'm lost in her, in the tight heat of her body gripping me, in the sounds she makes with each snap of my hips. I slide my hand around to find her clit, circling it with my thumb as I continue my relentless pace.
"You're going to come for me," I demand, my voice rough against her ear, my fingers working her clit with ruthless precision. "I want to feel you lose control completely. I’m going to wreck you, Rivers."
Her body trembles beneath mine, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as I drive into her with punishing force. I can feel her tightening around me, her walls clenching with each thrust as I hit that spot deep inside her that makes her cry out.
"Bear," she moans, her voice breaking. "I'm so close... I can't..."
"You can," I growl, shifting my angle slightly and pressing my weight against her back. "Let go for me, Baby. I want everything."
I slide my free hand beneath her, finding her breast and pinching her nipple between my fingers.
The dual stimulation—my cock pounding into her, my fingers working her clit, my other hand at her breast—pushes her over the edge.
But instead of the familiar clenching I'm used to, her entire body goes rigid beneath me, and with a scream that's going to have my neighbors filing complaints, she explodes in a way I've never experienced before.
"Oh my God!" she cries out as a rush of warm wetness gushes around my cock, soaking the sheets beneath us. Her body convulses, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure tears through her.
I freeze for a split second, momentarily stunned by what's happening. "Holy fuck, Blakely."
She's squirting—actually squirting—her release flooding around me as her inner walls pulse and clench.
The sight of her completely undone, the feel of her gushing around me, is the most erotic thing I've ever experienced.
I'm barely hanging on, my control slipping with each pulse of her body around me.
"Fuck, baby," I groan, my hips jerking forward instinctively. "You're fucking soaking me."
Blakely's trembling beneath me, her face pressed into the mattress as she rides out the intensity of her orgasm. The sheets beneath us are drenched, and she's making these little broken sounds that drive me wild.
"I didn't—oh God—I've never..." she gasps, her voice raw and unsteady.
I slow my pace, giving her a moment to catch her breath, my cock still buried deep inside her. "You've never done that before?" I ask, unable to keep the pride from my voice.
She shakes her head, face still half-buried in the sheets. "No. Never."