Chapter 30 #2
I love it so much, in fact, that when he taps my hip twice, I ignore him, humming around the thick jut of his erection so he’ll feel it vibrate his balls.
The taps grow more insistent, and he rips his face away from its new home to gasp, “Cee, sweetheart. Come here.”
Reluctance tugs at me, but I turn, and he hauls me up and rolls both of us so I’m pinned beneath him.
“Sorry,” he pants, pressing kisses on my cheeks, his face still slick with my juices. “But I’ve been wanting this for so long. I can’t come in your mouth the first time.”
“You can,” I encourage. “I swear you can.”
A quick smile cracks across his face, then disappears, and my heart stops. He’s stunning like this, dishevelled hair and wild eyes, slick skin and puffy lips. He looks mad with lust. Like I’ve stripped back every sense of gentlemanliness he’s been wearing and let loose a monster.
I fucking hope so. Because that monster’s going to ruin me, and I can’t wait.
“I gotta come in you,” Davis grits out. “I know it sounds like bullshit, but I gotta come in you the first time, looking into your eyes. Is that good with you?”
“Very good. Yup. Do that. Now, please?”
He twists, keeping me pinned with his hips while his top half fumbles on the floor for his pants. Then he’s on his knees, and I whimper from the loss of his body heat.
He shoots me that wicked grin as he rolls the condom on, then falls back over me, holding himself up on his hands. “Put me in, sweetheart. Make me yours.”
I do, lifting one hip and reaching down to guide him into place. That first intrusion makes a happy sigh fall from my lips as he stretches me wide.
“Shit,” Davis groans, pressing his forehead against mine as he pushes deeper. It’s a steady invasion that lights me up until I feel like my joy will explode.
“You feel incredible, Cece.”
“So do you,” I moan, raising one hand to cup his cheek.
Our eyes meet, so close I could count the golden flecks if I wasn’t so focused on the sweet burn of his cock stretching me until his size and shape feel like they’re imprinted in my DNA. God, it’s been so long since I had sex, but it’s never been this good.
“It’s perfect,” I whisper. “You’re perfect.”
“You are,” he grunts, our hips finally kissing as he fills me to the brim. “You are.”
My heart is pounding so loudly I feel close to a medical emergency. Not that I care.
Davis groans, his dick jerking inside me. “I love you.”
My heart stills for a beat, then starts again, even faster. Warmth spreads from my chest, turning my insides bright as a mirrorball. I want to believe it so much. “Davis…”
“You don’t have to say it back,” he pants, resting his forehead on mine. “But it’s true. Hold on while I show you how much.”
He fucks me deep, tilting his hips until he finds the perfect spot.
He drills it with unerring precision while he whispers over and over how pretty I am, how smart and kind, how good I feel squeezing around him.
The brightness in me spins, circling round and round, I’m gaining speed and losing control all at once.
“I can’t, I can’t,” I beg as everything in me twists.
Something flickers in Davis’s expression. “You can, Cece.”
“It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not.” He leverages himself on one hand and retreats until only the tip of his cock is inside me.
I whimper, digging my fingers into his back, trying to drag him down onto me again.
“Feel this?” His other hand settles on my sternum.
“Yes,” I whine, moving my hips, searching for friction as his lower body pins me to the mattress.
“Good, that’s your heart.” Davis takes my wrist and lifts my hand to his chest, placing my palm over his heart. “Feel this?”
It’s thumping so powerfully against my hand. It’s racing.
“This isn’t too much,” Davis says firmly. “This is how it’s supposed to feel. Stop fighting it and let go, sweetheart. That’s the only thing I want right now.”
“I am. I am letting go.”
“Yeah?” He buries himself as deep as he can inside me, his thick shaft filling me. “Do you like it?”
“Yes…” I exhale.
“Good.” He releases my hand, bending his head to suck one nipple and then the other.
Pleasure-pain skates down my abdomen in alternate waves.
Davis presses me down onto the mattress, my lower body stuffed full of him as he draws on the aching tips of my breasts.
The pressure builds, spiralling higher, and I chase it, grinding into the sensation.
Davis chuckles darkly.
“Don’t bother,” he says, between sucks. He starts to move, gaining speed as he sucks my nipples. “You’re not working for this one. You’re gonna lie here and take exactly what I give you. Because I—”
Suck.
“—take care—”
Suck.
“—of my girl—”
Oh fuck. His words wash over me, filling any cracks of doubt left. My orgasm rises, hot and dizzying. I bury my hand in his hair, gripping the thick strands and pulling his head up to mine.
Davis grunts, falling forward, as I smash our mouths together and I come violently, screaming my orgasm into his open mouth.
“There you fucking go, sweetheart,” he mutters against my lips. “Take it all.”
Pleasure robs me of my senses, and I white out. No sight, no taste, no smell. Only touch remains. Just the gorgeous pressure of Davis’s body on mine. Electric jitters wrack me as I come back to myself, my pussy fluttering against the welcome invasion of his cock.
“That’s my girl,” he says. “You come so fucking hot. Did you enjoy that?”
“Mmmhmmm,” I gasp, as soft kisses are pressed into each of my eyelids.
“Me too. Open your eyes. I want you to watch me when I finish.”
I do what I’m told, and the sight is everything. There’s a feral look on Davis’s face. The kind of intensity that belongs to soldiers or wild animals, but it’s here, lighting up his gaze as he drives into me, moving me up the bed with a powerful thrust that cuts through the post-orgasmic haze.
“That’s my dick you just came on,” he growls, snapping his hips. “You’ve been making me crazy for a year. Tell me you know how it’s gonna be now? Who gets to be the one you come to when you’re needy?”
“You do.”
“Louder.”
“You do!”
“That’s fucking right.”
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, doesn’t take his eyes off me.
That’s the hottest thing of all—he’s not watching where his cock splits me apart, or the bounce of my tits as I absorb his thrusts.
He’s watching me. Looking right into my soul as he drills deep, his dick lighting me up like a switchboard.
Davis never looks away. Not when I jerk under him, not when my body tightens with the tell-tale signs of another orgasm. Through it all, he stares into my eyes, watching me watching him as he pushes us both towards climax.
“Close,” Davis mutters as the first tremor strikes. “You there, sweetheart?”
“There.”
“Good.” He cups my cheek, holding my head right where he wants it. “Eyes on me. Watch the way I come for you.”
I couldn’t move if I tried, and I don’t want to try.
I want to watch this man come undone because of me.
I don’t have to wait long; three more thrusts and his eyes lose focus.
His cheeks flush as he surges inside me with a groan.
Watching Davis come is the hottest experience of my life, and my second orgasm rushes to meet his, blazing through me.
I run my palms from his neck to his shoulder blades, pulling him in tighter as we watch each other finish.
“Jesus,” he whispers into the space between our lips while I’m still trying to catch my breath. “You’re amazing.”
“You are.”
“Nah,” he shakes his head, dark hair falling forward into his eyes. “You.”
“Us,” I counter firmly. “We’re amazing. Together.”
A brilliant grin splits his face, making him look even younger than he is, though my body is very aware of his status as a man.
“That must be it,” he agrees and presses a kiss against my forehead before rolling off me. I watch him strip away the condom and tie it off.
It’s intact, which means the wet patch under my butt is mine to answer for, but I’m not even mad. Who could be after sex that feels like Long Island Iced Tea on an empty stomach? I’m floating, and if a damp ass is the price to pay, I’ll happily roll onto my side and carry on.
Davis is a gentleman, though. After disposing of the condom in the bathroom, he’s back with a warm washcloth to freshen me up.
“That…” he says, after we’re both semi-clean, my head on his chest, our legs twined under the sheets. “… was the best experience of my life.”
“Agreed.”
“We should have been doing that every day since we met.”
I bury my head in the place where his shoulder meets his chest. “We can now.”
“You’re all good, though?”
“It was perfect,” I assure him. Not because it’s what he wants to hear, but because it’s true.
“Tell me about nursing,” he says, a little while later. “You’ve never told me about it, but lots of people asked you tonight.”
“Mmm.” It’s hard to concentrate on anything with him tracing patterns across my bare back. “I loved it. I was good at it. But the burnout is real. I know you’ve seen me stressed this year over the bar, but that’s nothing compared to how I was working in pediatrics.”
“Was it seeing the sick kids?”
“Yeah. Watching people who should still have so much life ahead of them suffer was so painful. But I was also overworked. We all were. We go past the point of burnout because we feel like we’re letting our patients down if we ever leave. But being sleep deprived is more of a risk to kids’ safety.”
A heaviness creeps into my heart, and it’s as if I’m back there, feeling like I’m walking through concrete as I enter the hospital to start my shift; tears flowing as I lay awake at night, reliving any tiny mistake I made during my shift.
Davis’s arm tightens around me, and I scrunch my eyes together and carry on saying what’s in my heart:
“When the bar came up, it felt like the perfect opportunity—no excuse—to escape, to get out. Start fresh.” I press a kiss to his collarbone.
“I’m not pretending this year hasn’t been a struggle, but I know I’m surrounded by people who care about me.
They’d notice if I was drowning. They have noticed, and not just because they needed someone to fill my shift. ”
“Sweetheart,” Davis breathes against my forehead. “I’ve been trying to help, but you’re not the best at accepting it.”
“I’m not,” I agree. “When I took over Afterglow, I was all caught up in making it a success on my own. And the longer it took me to realise I couldn’t, the harder it hit. Every time someone offered to help, it felt like an attack. Like they thought I couldn’t handle anything.”
“I never meant it like that.”
“I know. But that’s how it felt. Like I was the problem, and you were having to manage me.”
“Ah, shit. I ballsed it up, didn’t I?”
I huff out a laugh. “A bit. But so did I. I should never have let things go unsaid for so long. We’re gonna have to work on our communication.”
“Fuuuuuck,” Davis groans. “I wrote you a business plan.”
“You did! For a business I’d never even told you about.”
His lips brush my forehead. “I’m sorry, Cee.”
“I appreciate your apology,” I say, snuggling deeper into his embrace. “It’s good to know you’re in my corner.”
“Always,” he vows.
The word wraps around me as tenderly as his arms, and I finally let myself rest.