Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty-Two
Gray
“Don’t you dare hold back on me,” I whispered, frowning at Slate.
He laughed, tilting his head back as a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “I hope you mean that. It’s going to be”—he paused, keeping his voice low enough not to be overheard, seeming to ponder on the correct word to use—“different.”
My eyebrows peaked upward, wondering what he meant by that.
“Come here.” Slate’s voice dropped a few octaves lower, his eyes hardening, demanding I comply. “But crawl to me.”
My lower stomach clenched, and my breath hitched, but I found myself crawling to close the small space between us from where I knelt in the dirt and leaves.
A thrill shot through me at the fact that my fully exposed body was there for anyone to see.
I looked up at him, holding myself up on all fours.
Slate thumbed my bottom lip, nudging me to rise up on my knees. He buried his head beneath my hair, nipping and licking my neck again. A moan rose in my chest and climbed up my throat, but Slate slapped his palm over my mouth to silence me before it reached the night air.
His clothes needed to go. I needed to feel him again.
It had been too long since I’d felt his skin against mine.
Excitement warred through me, wondering what his intentions had in store.
With unsteady hands, I grappled with his cloak, shoving it off his shoulders before moving along to the hem of his shirt as he worked his lips across my collarbone.
He only broke free from my skin when I had to pull his top over his head, then impatiently returned to my chest and worked his way down to swipe his tongue around my hardened nipple.
I gasped, arching my back into him, making him cradle me tighter.
His lips kissed and suckled on my sensitive skin, just before he clenched his front teeth gently around it.
Jolts of desire fired from my head to my toes.
Biting my bottom lip to keep quiet, I dug my nails into his back to keep myself steady as he massaged my nipple with his tongue.
Slate moved to the opposite nipple, just before his fingertip began circling my clit.
Gently, he worked his finger inside me, getting reacquainted with my body and allowing me to open up for him.
With no warning, he slipped in a second finger.
Meanwhile, his lips and tongue never stopped the continuous motions on my nipples.
I rocked against his hand, needing more, but every time I did, he’d slow his fingers and start to pull them out.
“Tonight,” Slate whispered against my skin, his voice husky, “I worship my queen the way I always wanted to.” Then, he lifted his head to brush a kiss against my lips just before driving inside my pussy at an intense pace with his fingers.
My mouth widened, a scream threatening to break the peaceful night. Slate snatched his fingers from inside me, shoving them between my lips instead. “Suck on them.”
I licked myself from his skin, sucking his fingers further into my mouth, wishing they were his cock.
Slate licked his lips before laying me on my back on the ground.
His pants still hung around his waist. I waited as he pushed the remaining clothing down to his ankles and stepped out of them, my anticipation climbing higher each moment I didn’t have him inside me.
“Turn around and get back on your hands and knees for me.”
I did as he asked. A breeze wafted by, caressing the skin along my back and chilling the wetness between my legs.
Slate’s tongue traced up my spine, further adding to the pebbling of my skin and the shiver following it.
“You may not be mine. But just for tonight, you belong to me,” he whispered in my ear before taking my earlobe between his teeth and sucking on it.
He pulled away, and I wanted to whimper in his absence. Just before my protest, his mouth pressed against my pussy, his tongue diving inside. I moaned, unable to stop it.
In response, Slate removed his mouth and slapped my pussy. “Quiet, Princess.” Already, I felt swollen and ready, and I needed him to relieve the pressure. “You promise to stay quiet?” he asked, massaging my pussy from where he’d just slapped it.
I nodded, unable to speak.
“That’s a good girl,” he muttered as he lowered his mouth to finish what he’d started. “I’ve missed the way you taste.” He licked, sucked, and spread me wide as he feasted on me until my arms threatened to give way. My fingers dug into the softened soil.
Slate stopped and pulled me to my feet, spinning me around to pull me flush against his naked body.
I slid my hands up his torso, painting his body with the soot from my hands all the way up to his neck, where we met for a deepened kiss.
Our tongues danced, and I melted at his sure and gentle touch.
Slate was familiar, yet this was almost like experiencing him for the first time.
The lust-driven excitement and desperate need overpowered everything else happening in the world.
Slate began to walk me backward as he kissed me.
I held on, cupping his cheeks as I stumbled.
He smiled against me, wrinkling the corners of his mouth in a way that hadn’t been there a few years ago.
If this were the last time I’d be with Slate, who was my first…
everything…I’d make sure it was something neither of us ever regretted.
I nipped his bottom lip, sucking on it the way I knew he’d liked. At the last second, he spun me around and pushed me against the tree trunk, my hands bracing against the rough surface.
“I know you’ve always wanted me to be rougher with you.” He slipped his fingers inside me, rubbing my wetness around slowly. “Not to treat you like you're fragile. And, baby, I’ve always known you weren’t fragile.” I groaned when his fingers left me.
A moment later, I felt him teasing the head of his cock at my entrance, warning me to brace for what he had in store. My pussy clenched just as he shoved his cock all the way inside me.
“Shh…stay quiet, baby girl.” He gripped my waist and began to pummel me from behind. It seemed even years apart hadn’t made him forget where my G-spot was as he relentlessly slammed against it.
My pussy squeezed around him, and he dug his fingers into my hips harder as I felt his knees try to give way beneath him.
“You want me on my knees for you, Princess? Is that it?” he asked as he resumed his thrusts, slower but harder, almost punishing.
Definitely not the tamer thrusts I remembered from years before.
I nodded. “Yes. On your knees, Slate.”
“As you wish, baby,” he said, sliding free from my pussy only to drop to his knees to bury his face between my legs. “I’ll always be on my knees for you,” he whispered against my tender flesh, his warm breath spreading over me. “I always have been.” He devoured me, taking in every drop.
My orgasm began to rise, the brewing storm promising to swallow us both if it struck soon. My breaths grew short, and I grew lightheaded. I couldn’t help but moan his name.
“Fuck, say it again, Princess.” His tongue flicked out, teasing me once again.
“Slate,” I groaned again.
“Turn around and look at me.”
My body shook, but I did as he asked, looking at him on his knees at my feet, bare naked and vulnerable before me. “I’m yours. Forever and always. Even if you’re not mine. But my heart will never belong to another. Understand?”
My heart snagged, pushing my emotions up my throat.
“Slate,” I whispered, running my fingers through his mussed hair before moving to cup his jaw.
“Come here,” I said, my finger tilting his head upward from under his chin.
The sight of him on his knees and covered in dirt made me wilt within. “Make me yours. Only for tonight.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.” He pulled me forward, making me straddle his face as he covered my pussy with his tongue and mouth, pushing me to grind along his tongue.
Lost in my pleasure, ecstasy clouded my mind, all negative thoughts and emotions absent. Warmth radiated within my chest as I remembered how much I’d missed Slate, despite how much I had avoided acknowledging it. The intensity he brought was on a much higher level than it had been in the past.
While he shared similarities with Chrome in many ways, he also stood in stark contrast. Chrome always carried a darkness hovering on the surface.
Slate was pure light masked in strong protective shadows.
Both were powerful yet soft in their own unique ways.
Without a doubt, their greatest similarity was their revering touches that brought me to life.
My fingers combed through Slate’s hair as I whispered praises and begged him for my release. Just as I reached my peak, he detached himself from me, climbing back to his feet with a feral look in his eyes I’d never witnessed before.
I didn’t have time to protest before he spun me around and pushed me against the tree trunk once more. His cock slammed back into me as he rocked his hips against my ass.
I gasped from the rough intrusion, but gods, I loved it. I lowered my head to rest against my forearm, but Slate wrapped his fingers around my hair, pulling me back to hold me where he wanted.
“I’m gonna…”
“Come on, baby girl. Let me feel you again. Come.” He thrust hard again, hitting the sweet spot that sent me sailing over the edge as bliss clouded my mind, causing my limbs to tingle.
Slate continued his uneven thrusts, his fingers from one hand digging into my hips while his other hand tightened in my hair. He grunted, snatching himself free from me to come onto my lower back. The warmth of him quickly cooled from the night air.
Our ragged breaths might as well have been shouts for how loud they were. They overpowered the wildlife noises as we came down from our highs.