Chapter 23 #2
“You made me pretend for months that I didn’t already know what it felt like to have your perfect body gripping mine.
” Slowly, he tugs on the waistband of his shorts as he eases them off his thick, inked thighs, until he’s standing before me in just his briefs.
They do absolutely fuck all at concealing the thick bulge straining against the soft fabric.
“For months, I had to pretend I didn’t know the drugging touch of your mouth or what you look like as you come.
” He grips his length, giving himself two rough strokes before he removes the material all together, and I finally see his cock—long, thick, perfect—as he eases onto the bed and hovers over me, his legs forcing mine wide.
“So, if you want my cock, prove it. Beg me for it.”
“Don’t be a dick.” My stubbornness rears its head, rising to fight back, but he rubs his thumb against my clit before pushing it into my channel.
It’s not enough—nothing else will ever be enough after him.
I groan as he removes his finger and then gasp when I feel his shaft glide through my folds, coating himself in my arousal.
“That’s not fair.” I try to reach out for him, desperate to touch him, feel the weight of him in my hands, but he pulls back enough that I can’t.
“It’s so easy, love. Tell me how badly you want my cock, how badly you want me. Admit that you like me, and I’ll give you what you need.”
His words come floating to the surface, and I’m trying to keep my grip on reality as he glides himself through my folds again, bumping his head against my clit in a torturous rhythm.
When you admit you like me, I’ll let you touch me again.
The most unbelievable part is that he would do it.
He would deny himself what he very obviously wants to get me to finally own up to my feelings.
Why the hell am I holding on to them so tightly?
The line was crossed a long time ago, and all I’m doing now is putting us both through hell for no reason.
Why shouldn’t I choose something for myself for once?
Is it so bad to want someone who wants me, someone who has forced me out of my comfort zone and shown me parts of myself I didn’t know existed?
My feelings for Tieran have been omnipresent since the moment I met him in that pub, and I haven’t been able to shake them.
It’s why I keep finding myself around him, like we are two halves of a magnet, destined to find each other.
A peace settles over me as I accept I want this, him. Need it.
I reach up, cupping his jaw as my eyes gaze into his. “I like you, Tieran. So much, it actually scares me. But if you don’t fuck me soon, I don’t care how much I like you—I’ll kill you.”
The smile that engulfs his face is so luminous, it almost blinds me. “There she is.” The head of his cock nudges at my entrance but doesn’t breach. I shift, trying to impale myself on his length, but he pulls back, and I groan in frustration.
Tieran leans into my ear, his dick lining up once more. “I like you too, boss, but I’m about to fuck you like I don’t.” Then, he thrusts inside in one rough motion, making my entire body shift up the bed as my vision goes spotty from the sheer pleasure of being full.
“Fuck!” I scream, lost to everything else except his perfect cock sinking in and out of me as he pins my hips down to the bed and pumps inside me over and over and over.
“See? Was that so hard?” He pulls all the way out and snaps his hips forward, plunging inside with a punishing thrust. “You’re so—” he grunts out, trying to keep his grip on reality just like me.
“Play with your perfect tits, Hellfire.” I obey his command, reaching up and pinching my nipples as he pins me down and fucks into me relentlessly.
“I’ve never felt anything more perfect than your cunt wrapped around my cock—so tight, so goddamn warm. ”
He pulls out suddenly, and I cry out at the sudden absence of him filling me.
But he’s suddenly down by my core, licking me, making me writhe and whimper as I plunge my hands into his hair for purchase and pull.
He groans into my pussy, and the sound is so erotic, I flood his mouth, and he laps up every drop.
Tieran licks a final path from my entrance, all the way up my body, and kisses me so I can taste myself on his tongue.
He doesn’t stay long, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from my body when he pulls away and spreads my legs wide, slapping his hand on my clit and sending me headfirst into an orgasm that rips through my body.
Back bowing off the bed, crying out in pleasure, I get no time to recover before he’s flipping me on my stomach and plunging back inside my tight heat.
“Ass in the air, baby.” He helps me pick up my hips so my butt fits tightly against his hips in an angle that is impossibly deep.
“Face in the mattress, love, but turn so I can see you. I want you to look in my eyes when I give you what you’ll never deny yourself ever again.
” I comply, spine curving down to rest my head against the soft sheets of his bed.
“Where do you want my arms?” I ask, loving beyond reason that he’s the one calling all the shots. There’s a freedom in trusting him to take care of me—in knowing I won’t have to tell him how to get me there because he’s treating it like his life’s honor to bring me pleasure.
“Behind your back.” Immediately, I cross my arms against my spine, keeping my face twisted toward him on the mattress.
“That’s my good girl.” Tieran palms my ass, spreading my cheeks right as I feel a glob of spit splash onto my crack.
He pulls out slowly, gathering up the spit with his length, teasing in and out of my pussy with just the tip.
“You’re so bloody perfect, so fucking beautiful, stuffed with my cock. How badly do you want it?”
“Please,” I whisper, aching to be full of him again.
“Louder.” His voice rings with authority and makes me clench around nothing.
He reaches forward with his left hand, grabbing my crossed arms in one large hand, and it nudges him a little further inside. Not far enough. I wiggle my ass back, begging for more. “Please, I need you. I want you so badly, I can’t think when you’re around. Please, I need to feel you inside me.”
His resistance snaps like a sling shot, and he uses my arms as leverage to pull my body back as he thrusts forward with his hips.
It hits impossibly deep, and my eyes cross from the euphoria.
Nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of rightness that settles as he pummels into me, relentless in his pursuit of our pleasure.
“Never in my life have I seen anything more beautiful than my cock sinking in and out of your perfect cunt.” He punctuates his statement by bending over me and placing a soft kiss next to where he holds me in place against my spine.
He groans as he straightens. “I can feel you fluttering around me. Do you want to come?”
I nod my head frantically, hair fanned around me like an onyx crown.
“Say it.” He lands a smack against my ass, and his rhythmic thrusts turn frantic as his command makes me clench around him.
“Yes, please let me come.” It’s a plea—a prayer.
“Fuck. You’re suffocating my cock,” he grunts out, renewing his pursuit in destroying me. “I want to stay buried inside you forever, but I don’t think I can hold off much longer, you feel too perfect.”
Tieran reaches his free hand around my hip, applying pressure to my clit, and I could cry from the pressure of him stretching me wide, dragging in and out of my body.
When he swivels his hips and hits a spot deep inside me, I scream. It’s raw and unfiltered, but I can’t help myself as he wages war on my body, working to hit that sensitive spot over and over again until my body is shaking. If he wasn’t holding me in place, I would have crumbled already.
“Yes, Tieran. Oh my—” Sensations burst through my body until I come apart, climaxing so hard, all vocalization is strangled in my throat. My body shakes, and Tieran pounds into me, chasing his own pleasure as I ride out the wave of my orgasm.
“Fuck. Pulling out is going to kill me.” Tieran snaps his hips, plunging into me as his grip holds firm on my waist.
I twist, settling my palm on his forearm. “Don’t.”
“Jade—” His face morphs into a tortured, desperate plea.
“I have an IUD,” I reassure him. “Please. I want to feel it. I want to feel what I do to you.”
Tieran leans forward, his cock pushing in further, making my eyes roll as he seals his lips over mine in a quick kiss. But it’s over as quickly as it started before he pulls back and picks up pace again, pumping into me with renewed vigour.
His groans turn into murmurs that sound a lot like he’s saying the same word on repeat: mine. Tieran snaps his hips a final time, pulling me back simultaneously so he’s seated as far as he can possibly go, and spills inside of me.
He’s curled over my back, heaving heavily when he releases his hold on my arms and I go boneless.
The fall I’m expecting never arrives, though, because Tieran holds me steady until I’m able to push up on my arms. Stroking an affectionate palm down my spine, he slowly eases out of me, and the feeling of emptiness unsettles me.
That is, until I feel him prod at my entrance with his tip, smearing his release around my folds.
“Fuck, you’re a mess.” He pushes his cum back inside me with his still-hard cock, and I’m sent into a series of aftershocks from the sensitivity.
He pulls out again, falling beside me and dragging me into the canopy of his chest.
We lay in contented silence for several minutes before he speaks. “You don’t…” He stops himself from continuing.
I shift up, pressing against his chest so I can peer down at him. “What?”
“Forget it.” Something like insecurity flashes across his features before he schools his expression.
I lean down and press my lips to his, giving him something to ground himself to. “Please tell me.”
“You don’t regret it, do you? What we just did.” His eyes search mine, desperate for an answer.
“No.” Relief eases the tension in his shoulders. “I don’t know where we go from here,” I say honestly. “But I feel…happy around you. I haven’t felt that in so long, I forgot what it was like. And selfishly, I don’t want to lose it—I don’t want to lose you.”
Tieran pulls me down for a long gentle kiss. He doesn’t try to turn it into something feverish, and neither do I, content to breathe each other in and keep the world outside our door separate from this happy bubble.
We only break apart when the smoke alarm chirps from down the hall. Jumping into action, Tieran sprints for his kitchen, smoke billowing out of the oven as a distressed Pebble watches from the entry. I rush to comfort her, covering her ears to muffle the shrill beeping.
Our dinner may resemble lumps of coal, but it was so worth it.