Chapter 16 #2
Over and over again.
The same way I played with her the other night, when she wanted it hard and fast, she takes her sweet ass time exploring my cock. Memorizing it with her lips, tongue, and every part of her mouth.
As soon as my body starts to tremble, when I’m getting anywhere close to coming, she retreats again, pulling away to lightly flick her tongue over my most sensitive areas and kiss every inch of me, blowing her warm breath on my hot, wet skin only to suck me back down again.
The woman is fucking edging me.
And she is loving it.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, Firefly.”
She glances up with a grin. “I know.”
It isn’t the first time I’ve given her that warning, or the first time she’s ignored it. But this feels different somehow, tonight does. And as she sucks me back down again, that becomes more and more clear.
RAVEN
Connor is barely holding on by a thread, his rock-hard body so tense that it feels like he might snap in two. With his cock deep down my throat, every muscle trembling beneath me with his restraint, I’ve never felt more powerful.
It’s something I hadn’t even realized I needed so badly when I’ve felt so out of control of everything the last few months.
Even before Connor dragged me up here against my will, I was free-falling, struggling to keep up with everything whirling in my head—all the conversations, all the facts, all the people, all the consequences.
It all felt overwhelming in a way I didn’t want to admit because it would mean conceding I might not be the best person to take on this story.
But being removed from everything else, being forced to concentrate only on that, living in this isolated place without the distractions of life or having to worry about watching my back, has somehow allowed me to find my purpose and my confidence in what I’m doing.
That all changes as soon as Connor walks out that door. Because while I may be the one who wrote that story, what happens next is far beyond my control.
It means relying on other people to do what’s right.
To get things done. It means relying on Connor to get it down the mountain, Tony to get it to Agent Michaelson, and Killian to get it to the editor at The Atlantic.
It means believing that all my sources will come through for me in the end—that they’ll come forward when facing the FBI instead of just me.
All ooff it has been enough to make me feel like I’m spinning out of control.
And I must have been to have fallen so easily into this man’s arms and bed.
To have ended up like this.
This man has far more control over me than I’d like to admit if the way my body throbs for him is an indication.
He’s on edge.
The good type.
One I want him to jump over.
I need to see him lose his grip on his own control and unleash on me the way he did that first night. That’s what I want to remember when he leaves. That fiery, feral, desperation that he tries so hard to reign in.
As enjoyable as teasing him has been, I can’t wait any longer. I suck him down, all the way to the back of my throat, and moan around him as the head of his cock pushes even deeper with his thrust.
This isn’t a slow, torturous game anymore.
I set a rapid pace, tightening my grip on his balls as I drag my tongue along his shaft with each retreat of my suctioning mouth. His grip on my hair turns painful, and his body trembles violently as he tries to hold out.
Tries and fails.
One last flick of my tongue across the underside of the head of his cock and he arches up as he comes, shooting down my throat in hot, salty spurts that I swallow down greedily.
When he finally sags back onto the mattress, his cock still hard in my mouth, I give it one last suck that makes him twitch, then slowly peel my mouth from it and lick my lips as I gaze up at him.
He watches me through slitted eyes from under thick, dark lashes, and his hand shifts from my hair over to brush his thumb across my lips. “If I would’ve known it would be that good, I would’ve shut you up this way a long time ago.”
A threat or a promise of what will happen if we argue in the future?
It’s impossible to tell with Connor.
Especially when it isn’t clear if anything that happened between us up here is going to stay here or follow us back down the mountain.
If I think too much about that now, I won’t be able to get what I want, what I need before he leaves me.
I slowly crawl back up his body until I settle my bare pussy against where his still-hard cock lies against his stomach.
I glide myself along it, the slickness of my arousal from blowing him mixed with his earlier release inside me coating his length, and he groans, his hands shifting to my hips, fingers digging in there.
“Fuck, Raven. Give a man a minute to recover.”
I reach between us and grasp his cock, aligning it with my core.
His gaze follows the movement, then cuts up to meet mine as I slowly sink down on him. He groans, his fingers digging deeply into my hips, and I lean in and kiss him—long, slow, deep—gliding my tongue along his until I know he can taste his come on it.
One of his arms wraps around my back, and he shifts up to recline against the wall behind the bed, the seated position making him even thicker and pushing him even deeper. The stretch and burn of him filling me is more intense this way, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
Or maybe it’s just this position.
Locked together.
Chest to chest.
Eye to eye.
Sharing every breath.
It’s so intense that I have to close my eyes as I slowly push up on my knees, until only the head of his cock stays inside me, and squeeze around it.
Connor growls against my lips. “Are we done with the games portion?”
He trembles, as if the effort of restraining himself is too much for him to handle even after just coming. That heady feeling of control floats through me again. Knowing such a powerful man can be brought to his knees so easily by me gives me a rush of conviction to keep doing it.
I let my lids flutter open and grin at him. “What fun would that be?”
His grip on my hair tightens, and he jerks my head back, holding me still, completely at his mercy with the other hand pinning on my hip. “I don’t want to play games anymore.”
His admission makes my heart skip a beat.
I didn’t know what the last few weeks have meant, or whether they meant anything at all, but the look in his eyes right now, the sincerity of his words, tells me I wasn’t imagining any of it.
But I’m afraid—no, fucking terrified—to admit that I might want that. That I might want a world where Connor McBride and I aren’t constantly at each other’s throats. Although, if this is the way we make up, maybe it would be worth it to keep that portion going.
“Say something, Firefly. I’m not going to release you until you do.”
I lick my swollen lips that still taste like him, watching his dark eyes search mine. “I don’t know what to say, Connor.”
It’s the only honest answer I can give him, because everything is so fucked up, and I can’t think clearly where he’s concerned, especially with everything else that’s going on. Especially when he’s deep inside me.
“You tell me when you figure it the fuck out, Firefly. Deal?”
I nod. “Deal.”
It’s all I can offer him right now besides my body.
He slowly releases his grip on my hip, allowing me to resume my glide, and he kisses me fiercely, clutching me against him as I ride and grind down.
We move together perfectly.
Smoothly, like the water trickling over the rocks in the river.
But those waters are dangerous.
Containing rough rapids and steep drops.
There isn’t anything safe about falling into it, yet somehow I feel safe with him, falling into this.
Fuck.
My eyes start to burn, but I’ve already cried too much with this man.
I’m not going to do it again. I’m not going to be the emotional girl I was when I was fifteen and he rejected me.
I’m not going to be the girl who let that rejection spiral into such intense emotions that I couldn’t even be in the same room as him.
I’m not going to let myself be that girl who was secretly in love with Connor McBride as a freshman in high school.
Instead, I focus on the feeling of him inside me…
On the way the head of his cock catches in that perfect spot as I rock against him…
On those flutters of scorching, electric pleasure that wash through me as I grind down on him…
On the way his strong, sure hands at my hips help lift me, help us move as I struggle to keep my emotions and rhythm steady.
The heat centering in my core grows, the throbbing, pulsating need unbearable, and I start to lose my ability to keep moving. Only his strong hold on me keeps us going.
“That’s it, Firefly.” He nips at my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth greedily for a second before releasing it with a delicious tingle of pain. “Come for me.”
I press my forehead against his, my breathing erratic, my heart thundering against his where our chests press together, and when I finally come, it isn’t a slow burn, just a sudden burst into a raging inferno, spreading through my entire body, licking across my skin.
A tear slips from my eye, and Connor kisses it away as he presses his feet down into the bed and thrusts up into me, maintaining the rhythm I lost as my body jerks against his.
He picks up the pace.
His movements frantic.
His breath heavy and uneven.
Every muscle strains in his legs, his chest, his shoulders, his neck…and as he buries his face against me and comes deep inside me, the groan that falls from his lips is a mix of anguish and relief.
I collapse against him, my face pressed to his slick skin.
Our hearts beat in time with each other as we both struggle to regain our breaths, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tightly against him, keeping our bodies locked together.
That’s how we remain until I finally fall asleep again in the arms of the man I’ve hated for most of my life…
The one who makes me question everything.