Chapter 6 #2
Her gaze never leaves mine as she slowly sinks to her knees.
Fuck me.
It was a gamble.
I wasn’t sure she would do it. It was an order, but one I would understand her refusing after everything she’s been through.
She just escaped from under the thumb of one controlling asshole.
Only to fall at my feet.
I hope she doesn’t see it that way, even though the thought crosses my own mind.
I’ll treat her like the queen she is when she makes me her king.
I’m about to lose control with the way she’s looking up at me.
Sloane’s pink lips part, and I trail my thumb over the bottom one, completely transfixed.
I press against her lips, and my thumb sinks into her wet mouth.
She sucks it, making my cock twitch.
I pull it free, and it leaves her mouth with a soft pop.
Christ, that sound is hot.
I unzip my jeans, watching for her reaction.
The vixen bats her long lashes and waits for my next move.
She reaches out to help push down my boxers, but I move her hand aside.
“Hands behind your back.”
She blinks up at me in confusion but obeys, making my length harden even more.
I can’t wait to fuck her smart mouth.
“Good girl. Now open.”
She opens her mouth wide, and I feed my cock between her lips.
Sloane expertly circles her tongue around my shaft.
I groan.
Fucking perfect.
She sucks me hard and takes as much as she can with her hands behind her back.
I push deeper.
She gags before taking me farther down her throat.
Jesus, woman.
Even without using her hands, she gives me the best blowjob of my life.
I thrust faster as a tingling sensation begins at the base of my spine. I fist her hair, then pull her off me.
The popping sound makes me smile.
Looking down at her, I wipe the saliva from her chin with my thumb.
She stares up at me.
I motion for her to turn around.
She holds my gaze until she’s facing away from me on all fours, her plump ass lifted in the air.
“Now crawl to the couch.”
Her spine stiffens slightly.
She hesitates before reaching forward and beginning to crawl.
Her ass swings with every movement.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
Precum beads at the tip of my cock, and I fist my length as I watch her.
“That’s right, goddess. All the way to the living room.”
I follow behind her, enjoying every moment of watching this beautiful woman.
“Crawl to the couch and bend over it. Rest your cheek against the bottom cushion.”
She does as I ask.
From this angle, I can see everything.
Her rounded cheeks, glistening pussy, and perfect pink entrance.
I sink to my knees behind her and drag my tongue up her slit toward her other hole.
When my tongue flutters against it, she goes stiff beneath me.
“Cal, wait. What are you doing?”
“Shh, baby. Let yourself feel.”
Her toes curl, and she makes a soft, desperate sound when I push my tongue against her there.
“Oh God,” she cries.
I pump two fingers into her pussy while working her back entrance with my tongue.
She drips down my hand, making the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
My cock has never been this hard.
“Jesus, baby.”
I pull my fingers from her and line my cock up with her wet cunt.
I press inside, trailing kisses up her spine as I begin to thrust.
My fingers wrap around hers, and she interlocks them, pressing our joined hands into the couch while I start to give it to her.
After that blowjob and watching her crawl, I’m barely holding on.
The sounds she made when I played with her ass will haunt me for the rest of my life.
God, this woman is fucking sexy.
I claim her tight cunt again and again, my knees slapping against the backs of her thighs.
Just when I think I’m going to come before her, Sloane throws back her head and shudders around my length.
Black dots appear in my vision as I grab her hair and chase my release.
“Fuck. Fuck, so good.”
I pour everything inside her.
My release hits hard enough to make me dizzy.
I collapse over her and drag in a deep breath, trying to fill my lungs.
“I can’t breathe,” Sloane mutters beneath me.
I chuckle and shift off her, sitting on the floor with my back against the couch.
I turn her around and pull her onto my lap, holding her close.
I stroke Sloane’s hair as her breathing returns to normal against my chest.
“That was amazing,” I tell her.
She’s uncharacteristically silent.
“Sloane?”
When she doesn’t meet my eyes, I tilt her chin toward me.
“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head but quickly buries her face against my chest again.
My heart is still pounding.
I don’t think it will ever stop beating this hard for her.
“Hey, if I hurt you, you have to tell me.”
“No. No, Cal. I’m okay.”
“I don’t believe you.”
She looks up at me, and the pain in her eyes sends worry straight through me.
“I don’t know what to say.”
“About what? Where did this come from?”
“I don’t want this, Cal. I told you I’m not ready, and I meant it.”
I stiffen beneath her.
Why is she doing this?
I thought we were both lost in the moment, but now she’s completely shutting down.
“We can’t do this again.”
She gets off my lap.
I reach for her arm, but she pulls away and quickly picks up her robe, fastening it around herself.
“What the hell, Sloane?”
“I want you to leave.”
She looks toward the door.
“You want me to leave?” I repeat, dumbfounded.
“Just go.”
Her eyes return to mine.
I take a step toward her, but she immediately steps back.
Something tightens deep in my chest.
She’s really going to do this?
Kick me out after everything we’ve shared?
I look at her as the wall between us begins rebuilding itself.
I can feel my own heart icing over with it.
“Fine,” I say flatly.
I give her one last look before walking past her and ripping open the door.
I don’t glance back.
I’ve waited a long time for this woman.
I’ve chased her, been a shoulder for her to cry on, and helped with anything I could. None of it matters because she doesn’t want me.
I can’t live like this, waiting for a woman who might never be ready to love again.
The lack of control is killing me.
I want to rip my hair out.
I don’t know what changed for her, but I know I’m done chasing.
If Sloane Bennett wants me, she’ll have to make the next move.