Chapter 25
Saige
Maybe I was wrong in hungering for Stash the way I’d been doing, fantasizing when I should feel nothing but despondency.
Maybe I was a horrible person in needing to feel his huge body pressed against mine or to have his thick cock buried inside, but I hadn’t lied to him. I just needed to feel something including the heat and rush of electricity I always experienced around him.
My best friend had been murdered and I’d cried for a full hour after he’d left. Then I’d fallen asleep in his bed because there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
Now he was home and the way he was looking at me, I knew there was also nowhere else he’d rather be.
He didn’t waste any time stripping off his trousers, placing one knee on the bed and easing me onto my back. He slipped two fingers under the waistband of my sweatpants, easing them over my hips. As he did, he pressed kisses down my stomach, moving to within a mere inch of my wet pussy.
My core throbbed, my nipples aching as I shifted back and forth on the bed.
My inner thighs were already stained with my juice, my pulse skipping due to his closeness.
With my clothes finally removed, he narrowed his eyes, trailing them down the length of my body while using the lightest touch of his fingers in exploring my skin.
With his chest rising and falling, his cock at full attention, my mouth was watering from the extreme desire coursing through my system.
His dark smirk turning into a wicked smile, he gathered my legs into his arms, taking his time lowering his torso.
Always watching me. Always commanding me even in his silence.
I slammed my arms against the bed, gathering handfuls of the comforter in my hands. As if that would keep me steady, keep me from falling into the same sweet abyss. I wanted to be here, drifting in the quiet darkness that allowed me to embrace sweet peace. He did that to me.
Even with the heightened level of excitement, the intensity of need building, he could provide such amazing feelings.
As if I was the only woman in the world. As if there was nothing and no one who could hurt me.
As if I belonged to him.
As my pulse raced, he finally dropped his head, burying his face into my wetness. The man was hungry, more so than he’d been before. His tongue was a weapon, beating against me with rapid precision. I tossed my head to the side as the sensations crawling through me sent me spiraling into bliss.
He knew exactly what he was doing to me, driving me crazy while watching.
Always watching.
His fingers dug into my skin as he held my knees down, keeping my legs split wide apart. There was no way I could go anywhere. Not that I wanted to. I felt safest here in his arms. In his house. In his bed.
And maybe in his heart.
The thought was a revelation or maybe a reminder that we were both in danger. From whom? Why? Who was after him? I shut down the ugly thoughts, closing my eyes as he sucked on my clit. He rubbed a single finger up and down my slickened pussy before sliding it into my tight channel.
Immediately, my muscles clamped around the invasion, pulling him in even deeper. Moans escaped my lips, floating into the air and from somewhere I could hear my kitty purring contentedly.
We were both content, more so than I’d been in a long time.
Stash’s growls were low and husky, his breath scalding every inch of skin.
He dragged his tongue up and down my pussy, leaving me aching all over.
I dug my heels into the bed, a wild strangled feeling cascading through me even though the vibrations were powerful.
He added another finger then another, stretching them wide open as he claimed my pussy all over again. He was masterful, driving me to the point of ecstasy then pulling away. The moment was incredible, the only thought lingering in my mind about how much I craved his touch.
And simply being with the man.
His actions became rougher, his tongue assaulting my cunt, licking furiously. Just like a lollypop. A giggle passed from my lips as I tossed my head from side to side. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. Driving me crazy.
When he slowed down again, I couldn’t take it any longer. Jerking up from the bed, I glared at him while I panted. “Please. Let me come.”
His response?
A heavy, dark chuckle, the man completely in control of me. I was furious, my body totally betraying me. He continued his feast, pushing my limits, the time ticking by as if he had hours to spend.
I would go crazy by that point.
Maybe he knew I was losing my mind because his actions picked up in intensity, his tongue lashing my pussy while his fingers continued pumping wildly. I couldn’t stop moving, the deep need inside unlike anything I’d felt before.
Stash was in full control of me, my happiness, my safety. And every ounce of pleasure. I could tell by the gleam in his eyes there was no place he’d rather be.
Finally, his movements fell into a lovely rhythm, leaving me completely breathless. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, he finally allowed me to come.
Bucking up from the bed, there was no chance in holding back a wild scream, haggard yet full of glee. “Yes. Yes. Stash. Oh, God. Stash.”
My words pleased him and he picked up in intensity, licking me feverishly until I fell back on the bed, no longer able to move.
After he kissed the insides of both thighs, I was cognizant that the weight on the bed shifted again. Then he was over me, peering down with the full intensity I knew existed in the man. There was no fighting him, no need whatsoever. I was his for the moment.
Or for however long he wanted.
He teased me, rolling the top of his throbbing cock across my pussy before I wrapped my fingers around the thickest part.
I laughed as I rolled the tip around my clit, enjoying the darkness in his eyes.
I’d never seen anyone so committed to ensuring a woman’s pleasure.
For a hard man, he was more passionate than anything I’d even read about.
But I could tell his needs were just under the surface and soon, he’d lose all sense of control. The second I placed the tip of his shaft against my swollen folds, he drove every inch deep inside. Every inch.
I was shocked how my muscles reacted, seizing then clamping around his dick, holding him in place.
The moment was surreal for both of us, his eyes opening wide as my pussy and his cock pulsed.
I couldn’t believe the increased sparks of electricity.
He pulled out, driving into me again, the savagery of his actions pushing the headboard against the wall.
Which he seemed to enjoy by the huge smile crossing his face.
After repeating the action twice, he began to pound into me, holding himself aloft so he could look me in the eyes the entire time. The moment was raw and reeked of passion.
As soon as I wrapped my legs around him, pulling his torso even closer, the spark in his eyes changed. Without hesitation or any exertion, he pulled us both over onto the bed until I was sitting on top. Forced to straddle his muscular body.
The handsome man didn’t need to tell me what to do. I bucked against him several times, enjoying every sound and the way his mouth twisted. Every sensation was even more explosive, every inch of my body covered in goosebumps.
I pressed both hands on his chest, pushing up from his huge body so I could be the one staring down at him.
How enjoyable to be in control. And he allowed me, stroking one hand down my back while curling the other under his head.
But as with all things with the man, I could tell he was plotting and planning.
He would never be content with anyone else being in charge. I tossed my hair across his chest, laughing softly as I did. He was so handsome to look at, every muscle far too perfect. If there was such a thing.
I rocked him hard, my pussy already aching, tingling once again and soon, I could tell I was going to fall into another wave of pleasure.
As I dragged my tongue across my bottom lip, the corners of his mouth upturned. As another climax roared through me, I couldn’t think or move, doing nothing more than tossing my head back, staring upward and allowing a series of moans to float toward the ceiling.
The sensations were incredible, my own voice echoing in my ears.
Coming down from the high was just as intense, leaving me struggling to breathe. He took that as a moment of vulnerability, pitching me off onto all fours. As suspected, he had to be in control of me, every inch. Every moment.
And maybe every thought.
He moved behind me, raking his fingers down my spine. The single hard crack of his hand on my backside was nothing more than a reminder that I belonged to him. In truth, I felt like a queen. How horrible since my friend had lost her life.
No. I couldn’t go there. I just couldn’t. I was alive. I had to remember he’d saved me not once but twice.
That had to mean he cared about me. Right?
His cock found my aching pussy all over again and with every plunge more brutal than before, I was able to fall into a lull. My fingers clawed the bed, my heart thudding in my chest. There couldn’t be anything more perfect than this moment.
The sound of him fucking me continued, picking up in intensity, and I thought for certain he was ready to come.
That’s when he decided to pull out, rubbing his cockhead up and down the crack of my ass. I threw my head over my shoulder, enjoying how his face was full of tension.
But his eyes? Well, they were mischievous as ever. I learned why the moment he pressed the tip of his cock against my dark hole.
Oh, my God. He was going to fuck me in the ass. At first, I tensed, every muscle aching and he’d yet to do anything. But as with everything else about the man, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Not intentionally at least.