Chapter 32 #2
His hand around mine sinks lower, dragging my fingers back to my clit, using his own finger to press mine against the raging bundle of nerves.
“Now you’re gonna show me, huh?” he grunts, driving his body harder into mine. “You’re gonna come all over me, drench my cock and our hands to show me just how good we are together.”
“Yes,” I whine between frantic cries. “Oh, I’m gonna—”
I don’t even get out the last of the warning before the orgasm washes over me, flooding my system and drowning me in pleasure, dragging out a ragged scream.
Just moments later, Cormac shouts out his own release, fueled by mine, his hips and fingers moving wildly to keep my body deeply in the throes of orgasm, my cunt convulsing, flexing, and relaxing around him, trying to take more and more of the warm liquid spilling inside me.
As my wails subside, Cormac’s hips slow, languid and sated, both of our orgasms spilling out of my body onto the bedding around us, the sordid slide of us together prolonging the drugging high until I’m completely, utterly boneless, collapsed into Cormac’s chest with heaving breaths.
He sighs, kissing my jaw and shoulder, gently removing himself from my body to splay me out on my back and hover above me, still letting me use his arm as a place to rest my head.
His lips land on mine with a filthy, satisfied hum.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he mumbles against my lips. “I can’t believe I ever let you walk away from me before.”
I swallow down the fear his vulnerability brings up, rubbing his tattooed chest to keep me fully present instead of worrying about what this kind of devotion might do to me.
It’s been easier to accept I’d never have this level of longing from anyone. That I could manage.
But having it, knowing it could vanish at any moment, is terrifying.
“You didn’t let me do anything,” I lean up to kiss his pec. “I ran before you could stop me.”
“I could have stopped you,” he admits, gazing down at me with barely veiled wonder.
I narrow my eyes, “How?”
With another long, smooth press of his lips against mine, he answers, “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, Bunny, but I can be very persuasive.”
I can’t stop the giggle that slips out of me, biting my lower lip to try to muffle it, only to be stopped by Cormac’s thumb on my chin, pulling it free.
“I love that,” he comments dreamily. “But if you keep doing it, we’re never getting out of this bed.”
“I don’t know what you mean by we,” I laugh, running my nails gently down his chest, making him shiver. “I’ll be right here. You’re the only one getting up.”
His phone goes off, and he groans, rolling over to answer it and taking me with him until I’m splayed across his chest.
“Just the alarm I set,” he presses a button before replacing it on the table. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to tear myself away from you even a second before I needed to. I had hoped to shower first but… there are worse things in the world than walking around with our cum coating my dick.”
“Oh, my god, Cormac,” I laugh. “Disgusting.”
He looks up at me hungrily, “You’re not gonna be saying that when I make you clean it off with your tongue later.”
My face flushes bright red, but I can’t deny it. He knows the filthier he is, the more I bend and break for him. And as terrifying as it is, that truth is also exhilarating, just like everything else with Cormac.
“Come on, Bunny,” he sighs, gently slapping my ass. “You have to go use the restroom. I’ll use the one in the hall.”
“You expect me to walk to the bathroom like this?” I can still feel all the liquid dribbling from my brutalized cunt down between my legs onto his thigh.
He glances down the length of my body with predatory intent, “No, I guess you’re right. You are so messy. How about you come sit on my face and let me take care of it?”
“You have to go, Cormac,” I argue, attempting to roll off him.
His grip around my ass tightens, “But we taste so good together.”
“I’m sure we do,” I laugh, finally succeeding in escaping his rough hold.
My feet land on the floor, and I bolt, fully naked, with both of us running down my inner thighs, praying I make it to the bathroom before it drips onto the floor.
After taking care of what I need to, I’m caught by my own reflection in the mirror.
There’s no denying I’m a completely different woman than I was a week ago.
But this version of me, while not who I thought I would be, is strong and resilient. She’s faced problems instead of letting them destroy her. And she’s flushed head to toe with the glow of endless, mind-blowing sex.
The only thing I don’t think I can look at any longer is the rat’s nest of hair atop my head.
That’s a problem for later.
Slipping into a pair of Cormac’s boxers and a t-shirt that most definitely does not cover my ass like the movies taught me it would, I rejoin him in the bedroom, finding him sitting at the foot of the bed, fully dressed, waiting for me.
When I get close, he hums in satisfaction, wrapping his hands around my thighs and pulling me to stand between his legs.
“Will you be dressed just like this when I get home?” he asks, toying with the hem of the shirt sitting at my thigh crease.
Home.
It’s such a simple word, but the way he says it feels so heavy.
As if it’s not just his home, but ours.
“I don’t have anything clean to wear soooo,” I shrug nervously, “I’ll be here.”
It’s not an acception of him calling this place home.
Maybe I’m just overthinking it. This is his home. Why wouldn’t he call it that?
“You’re so beautiful, Brigit,” he murmurs, somewhere between a confession and an attempt at distracting me from my tumultuous thoughts.
Tentatively, I reach out, tracing the tattoo across his neck, lost in the dark beauty of it and the man wearing it. “I’m glad you didn’t pursue me before,” I say quietly, half to myself.
His head tilts, “Why?”
“I wasn’t ready to be wanted the way you want me,” I shrug, shying away from the heavy emotion clogging my throat. “I didn’t… I don’t think I could have accepted that there was even a chance someone could genuinely like me without me needing to earn it.”
Sighing, he places a hand against my pulse on my neck, grounding us both.
“You deserve nothing less than absolute devotion, Brigit. Not because you’re smart, or you’re hard-working, or kind, which you are.
And not because you’re the most beautiful creature to ever exist, which you are.
And especially not because you are the most resilient, bravest woman I’ve ever known, which you fucking are.
But just because. I consider it a privilege to be the one to show you that you’re worthy of it all, even if the ways I do it are… ” he grimaces. “Unconventional.”
The urge to laugh sits on my throat, but something in his eyes stops me.
“I need to tell you something,” he pushes out the words in one breath, as if any pause would mean keeping them from escaping. “But there’s no time to explain it now.”
“Then why the fuck would you bring it up now?”
A sad chuckle slips through his lips, “Because now that you know there’s something, you won’t stop until you find it. And I don’t trust myself not to be a coward and back out later.”
“So now I get to sit here with the anxiety of whatever it is all night?” I ask, folding my arms angrily. Though the motion certainly doesn’t convey the seriousness of my mood, since without a fucking bra on, I have to struggle with whether I’m folding them over or under my tits.
“We’ll both be equally anxious about it all night,” he assures me. “But I promise you, it’s only further proof of the absolute madness you drive me to. Since the second we met, Brig, there’s never been anyone else for me.”
I stare at him, not sure how to respond to such a confession.
Does he mean just this time around or even before?
With great reluctance, he stands, wrapping me in his arms and pressing a kiss to my forehead.
“The bank code on the fridge is really the keycode to the hidden room behind the safe.” His hands cradle my jaw, bringing our gazes together, mine most likely anxious, his darkly serious.
“There are things in that room that will haunt you, Brigit. Things I wish I could unsee. But if anything happens, you’ll be safe there. ”
His words give me pause, but I nod anyway.
“There’s plenty of food in the fridge,” he continues. “And I will have notifications on my phone for the security system. Which means I’ll be watching you, so be good for me, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I mumble.
With one last long press of his lips to mine and a request not to wait up for him, he silently escapes the bedroom. I don’t hear him moving at all; the only sound signaling his departure is the click of the garage door closing behind him.
I slide back into bed, hoping the next few hours can pass by without issue.
But even as I fall asleep, I can’t help the swirling thought that something will go wrong tonight.