27. Claim me
27
Claim me
Electra
“You walked. You got up. You ran,” Exton repeats over and over as he peppers me with kisses, not letting got for one second and I melt into him. Into this feeling of newfound freedom. “We need to go to the hospital,” he says.
“For you?”
“No, for you. We need to make sure your spine is okay!”
I shake my head before he’s finished.
Sure, I need to see one. But I already know it’s okay. I already know that physically, I’m okay. It was my head. All in my head and seeing Exton drowning…imagining life without this man is what pulled me out. It broke the chain. Broke through the darkness.
“That’s not what I need.”
His ice-covered body shivers with a different kind of chill.
“I need you, Electra, and I need you to tell me you need me too. Spell it out for me. Please,” he begs, and all I can manage is a nod and a soft, “More than my next breath. I need you. All of you. With me. In me.”
Exton sucks in a sharp, long sip of air. His body seemingly grows with life and strength at my admission because suddenly he sits up, holding me like his precious possession. “Fuck, yes.”
I giggle at his outburst, and he kisses it away with urgency, pressing me into his body hard enough that I feel it all through our clothes.
“Exton,” I gasp. “How can you be so hard right now? You nearly died and you are still partially frozen.”
“Little star, it’s fucking impossible not to get hard when the woman you are crazy about tells you she loves you and wants you to fuck her. I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never loved before. Never wanted to belong to someone other than myself but here you are. So tiny and fragile and have me by my balls. You’re my star,” he breathes into my parted mouth, his voice a soft caress on my parched lips. “No, you’re my whole fucking cosmos and I’m lost in between your galaxies. Sucked into your black hole and broken into tiny pieces by your meteors.
“You saved me from that ice. You fought for me. For us. And if I wasn’t already yours, I’d be now. But you’ve had my battered heart from the start, Electra. And I hope you understand how hard it was for me to be all disgustingly cute right now when I need to fuck you like an animal. Please appreciate that in the future, okay?” I smile through tears at this hard man trying to be sweet for my sake while still dishing it with his usual assholeness.
His words ignite me, making my heartbeat so fast and hard it ricochets into his. I close my eyes, laying my face nose to nose to his and whisper, teasingly. “Technically, I said I need you.” I give him a cheeky smile, knowing very well that I’m playing with fire right now.
Exton’s nostrils flare, his grip on my ass tightens and I almost weep at the sensation. I can feel it, feel his strength and need through his touch.
“Oh, that smart mouth is about to get fucked so good,” he growls, and I feel my pussy tingle. “You like that, don’t you, little star?” He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip as I nod vigorously and in one sharp move, he gets up from the ice, taking me with him and I yelp.
“Exton!”
“Wrap those pretty legs around me, baby.”
“You know I could technically walk there on my own.”
“I’m sure you could.” He smiles. “Never doubted it. But I will always prefer to carry you in my arms.” Exton kisses me again, already on the move. “Plus, we need to get inside that house in the next two seconds or I’ll fuck you right on this damn ice. Oh, and one more thing.” He directs his cocky smirk my way. “I told you so.”
I laugh, tucking my head into the crook of his neck as my legs grip around his waist with whatever strength I have. Of course, he remembered to pointed that out to me.
The last thing I catch before my caveman rips me apart is my lonely, bedazzled wheelchair. Standing on that ice, bidding me farewell.
The doors slam shut and the next thing I know I’m on the hard floor. The damn lunatic couldn’t even make it to the bed, and I must be just as mad because my hands are ripping at his clothes with the same urgency. The wet, cold material refusing to make our life easier when we are in a rush over here.
You’d think we take it nice and slow seeing how close we came to death out there just now and with my spine just now coming back to life, but I can’t. I can’t take it slow when I could’ve lost him. I can’t take it slow when I don’t know what tomorrow might bring and how much time I have with him. I can’t take it slow when I need him more than my next breath.
He pushes my coat off as I manage to get his damaged jacket off easily, and pull the black sweater he has on up, over his head. His T-shirt underneath comes with it, and he helps me get that off, nearly ripping through the fabric, but I’m not paying attention to that because now his upper body is on a naked display for my hungry eyes, and I eat it all up.
The perfectly cut, sculpted abs as if the man was carved out of stone. The porn arms covered in popping veins and tattoos as he works that shirt over his head. The sinful V running into the waist of his sweats.
It’s not the first time I have seen him naked. Not the first time I ogled his body, but it’s the first time I do so shamelessly, noting every little thing and screaming on the inside that it’s all mine.
I allow myself to take it all in without an ounce of hesitation, throwing away the inhibitions of last night—or hell, my whole life—away in a swift move. There is no more denying him. No more telling myself he’s just an asshole crashing into my life or just my friend because just friends don’t look at each other like this.
They don’t think about how deep their cock will go into you. How they will own you. They don’t think how their cum would taste going down your throat. They don’t dream of drowning in you and never coming up for air.
They don’t see the thin silver thread, weaving around them with each breath, tying their already connected souls into one, whole, unbreakable lifeline.
Because that’s all I see now. As clear as a day.
Finally, he is free of the shirt and without hesitation slips his hands into my leggings.
“Fucking leggings,” Exton grumbles as he tugs on the material. “I knew I hated them.”
I chuckle and move my hands down to help him get them off faster while I slip my toes into the waistband of his sweatpants at the same time, pushing down on them and marveling at the movement.
I can move. I can move. I can move.
I skim his soft skin, tracing that sexy V as tears of pure happiness fill my eyes. I can feel him. I can touch him. I can do anything…
Exton catches my foot, looking at my toes with the same joy as I am. As if it brings him as much happiness as it does me and brings it to his lips. My mouth is propped open in a silent “O” as he kisses each and every toe on one foot, lightly biting them and then he moves to the other, giving it his full attention while I’m dying from overwhelming emotions.
There are so many of them. I haven’t felt this—haven’t allowed myself to feel like this—for almost three months.
Or maybe ever.
Because I really have nothing to compare it to. This is living. This. Right here. With him.
Exton moves up my leg, peppering kisses everywhere as if he’s professing his love to them and setting off wild tingles over my body and when he reaches the lace covering my pussy he inhales deeply right before his lips close around my covered clit and he sucks it in through the fabric. Hard.
God, this is so much more intense than what I felt last night. So. Much. More.
My body flies off the floor, arching with a long moan as my hands find his hair, twining in it and pulling on the soft curls. “Axe…”
“Mmm, every inch of you is sweet but this here?” He licks me over the lace with his whole tongue. “Sweetest fucking pussy I’ve ever had.”
“It better be the last sweetest pussy you ever have,” I pant out, taking my own self by surprise at the admission. How easily it slipped out and the fact that I nearly growled that sentence out. However, Exton seems to love it, because his mouth tips into a victorious smile while I feel his hard cock grind against my leg.
I feel it!
“Laying a claim on me already, little star?” He sinks his teeth into my aroused flesh, and I groan. Loudly. Desperately.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes. You’re mine!” I scream.
“Fucking finally.” Exton throws his head back.
In a flash, my athletic long sleeve is ripped off my body. Literally.
The man is freakishly strong, and savage, and my cute sports bra follows the same fate just before Exton is hauling me into his arms again. “I’d take you right here and now after that, but I won’t be gentle, star. I’m sorry, I know I promised you last night that I would, but I can’t be. Not now, and I don’t want to hurt your back on this floor.”
Exton almost looked pained, like he wanted to give me all the romantic lovemaking in the world but won’t be able to and I answer him with a deep kiss, slipping my hand to his neck and holding him as tight as I can, letting him know that cute and sweet is great, but I want him. The real him. No restraints.
And if I’m the one who makes him lose it, I want to feel it everywhere. I want to know what I do to him, how crazy I make him, because I never had before.
All I ever had was sweet and cute. That’s who I was but that girl is gone, maybe she was never really there to begin with, but I lose my train of thought as we manage to stumble into the room while locked together.
Exton lays me down softly, finally shoving his drenched sweats off his body and covers mine with his, giving me his full weight I love so much, and I wrap my arms and legs around him right away, clinging, like I need to make sure that silver thread bounds us even tighter.
Exton pushes up just far enough to see my eyes, but for our noses to touch. He brushes my bangs off my eyes, tucks the flyaway hairs and says softly, “I need to make a deal with you. We can have all the cute, romantic lovemaking later, like two weeks from now because I have about five seconds left before I lose it.”
My chest moves faster, breaths come as pants because all I want is him. All of him. No holding back.
So, I tell him, “Make it hurt real good, Exton. Claim me. Claim me like no one else had. I’m yours.”
A growl from within his heart spills out as his whiskey eyes turn into molten lava and I know whatever gentleman was in there, is gone. His strong hand cups my jaw so hard I’m positive I’ll see the imprint of his fingers on it tomorrow morning and it should scare me. Damn it, it should scare me, but instead I get soaking wet, the bottom of my stomach erupting with delicious, promising tingles.
“Mine,” he grits into my mouth before crushing his lips to my puckered ones from his hold in a kiss that is all teeth and tongue. Rough and raw.
My body instantly starts grinding against his, the heels of my feet digging into his ass to bring him closer, to have his cock right on me, in me. But Exton pulls away, the string of saliva following his lips as he moves down my body, savagely licking it, like a dog while his strong hands hold mine down on the sides.
There is nothing cute about it. It’s hot and primal, and I moan, writhing under his touch until he sits up on top of me, his hard cock resting right atop my soaked pussy, and he looks like a fucking king on his throne. The one he fought hard for and conquered.
And he did.
He fought through all my darkness, my ice, my panic attacks and mental blocks on every corner. He crumbled each on in his wake like a force he is.
My hands are still pinned down as he slowly moves his hips, gliding his dick through my wetness, coating him in me all while teasing me to a point of madness.
With every slide, my eyes roll back, my back arches, pushing my aching tits out for him to touch, kiss, bite, do anything because he has yet to give them any attention and they are so, so needy.
I whimper and just as I’m about to demand more, Exton moves.
He straddles my chest, gripping his length and directs it to my parted lips. “Stick out your tongue, little star. It looks like you made a mess on my cock, and you need to lick me clean.” When all I do is just stare, he grabs my jaw again, slaps my lips with his dick, smearing pre-cum over them and growls, “I said, fucking lick me clean, Electra.”
I’m hit with a wave of lust so strong all I can do is open my mouth, stick my tongue out run it all over him like a greedy cum slut. I’ve never felt like this. I’ve never been spoken to like this. I’ve never been used, and I find myself loving all three.
Needing all three. From him. Only him. I’d never be willing to give myself like this to anyone else.
Exton’s free hand grabs my hair, twisting it around his fist and holds me so tight my scalp stings as he sinks deep into my mouth. My vision gets spotty, my air choked off.
“Fuuuck,” he groans, the veins on his arms popping. “What a sweet, warm mouth you’ve got. It’s all mine, you hear that, Electra?” He thrusts deeper and I gag, tears gathering at the corners of my eyes, but he doesn’t pull out. “I will scrape it raw with my cock and then soothe it with my cum.” His eyes are drilling into mine with those promises, searching, still not so far gone that he’s not worried if I’d be against it.
And I give him my answer as I moan around his cock, relaxing my throat and taking him so deep, I feel his balls against my chin.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growls, the sound coming from the deep again and he starts fucking my mouth as his toy and I’m so turned on, I feel my body igniting, my orgasm building just from sucking his cock.
Exton pulls out fast, his dick covered in my saliva and his pre-cum as it slaps against my face, and he thrusts his balls into my mouth. “Suck them, baby.”
I clench my legs to try and elevate some pressure there because as soon as I wrap my lips around his balls, I nearly lose it. I suck them hard, taking both into my mouth as my fingers dig into his ass, begging to stay here, to not pull out because I’m fucking high on him and Exton rains praises on me.
“Jesus Christ! What a good girl I have. What a perfect whore for my cock. You love sucking my balls, don’t you? It’s yours. It’s all fucking yours. Now and forever.” The words set me off because I feel them in my core.
Now and forever.
He pulls away and I whine, pouting that he took them away from me but Exton runs a gentle finger over my face, smiling but it’s the unhinged kind and says, “Now take a deep breath before you’re chocking on my cum.”
My whining gets cut off as he immediately fills my mouth with his cock again.
“Make me come, suck every ounce of my cum out. I know you want it. I know you are desperate to be owned like that, to have me inside you, painted from all the ways. Because I’ve been dreaming of it,” I groan, the sound making his cock twitch in my mouth. “Play with my balls, baby, play with them as you suck your cock.”
I obey. Oh, do I ever obey. I wrap my lips around his thick head, licking the underside, tracing each little vein and grove with my tongue and sucking like that’s all I need in life. My palm wraps around his heavy balls, massaging and slightly pulling on them as Exton’s mouth props open and with one loud, long groan he thrusts deep into my mouth, coming, filling my mouth with so much cum, its spilling out at the same time as my pussy contracts and I detonate, feeling my own orgasm between my still clenched legs. He’s right, I’m greedy for it. I want every drop in me. I need it.
He looks at me like I’m some kind of angel as I swallow it all while writhing underneath him from my own climax.
After almost losing him today, I can’t seem to be close enough. I need him in me at all times and the thought is bordering on unhealthy because as soon as he pulls out, I whine, desperate to have him back. But Exton just slides down, dropping his weight over me, lacing our fingers together and starting kissing every inch of my face, jaw, neck and comes back up.
“Fucking perfection. That’s what you are. My heaven. My girl. My greedy cum slut. My everything. Took your man’s cock like you were born for it.” Exton closes his lips over my neck and sucks hard before he pops off and sticks his thumb into my mouth. “Suck it,” he commands, and I do just that.
As he watches me with hooded eyes, propped mouth and hunger that I feel in my core as well. His thumb pops away from my mouth with a loud “pop” and he lowers it right away, flicking my hard nipple, smearing my saliva over it as he finally cups my tits followed by a slight pinch that sends trembles over my body, and I feel high.
“More, Exton!” I cry out and he chuckles.
“Oh, you thought we were done? You thought I was anywhere close to being done claiming you? Hell, no.” With that he slides down and without another word he laps at all the wetness between my legs. “Made such a pretty mess while sucking my dick, haven’t you? Don’t worry star, I got you.”
Exton grabs my ass, pressing me into his mouth so hard I can’t make a single move as his tongue disappears inside me. Whatever it was, I felt last night pales in comparison to this. It was a prelude, an echo of what I feel now.
God, this man knows how to eat pussy. He was born for it.
My hand fists the sheet around while the other one circles my breast, playing with it. Exton’s eyes lift up and as soon as he sees it, I feel his dick twitch against my leg as he starts licking me fast and his finger thrusts into me, fucking me with it. He sucks on my clit like he’s drawing my soul out, and then he looks up, darkness clouding his eyes just before he sinks his teeth into me, and I detonate right into his mouth.
How does he know that’s what I need? How does he know? My mind screams at me as my orgasm washes over me in powerful wave of destruction while I cry out his name alongside other incoherent words as my world goes black, but he doesn’t stop. Exton keeps sucking on my clit and I find my voice to beg him to stop at the same time as begging him to give me more.
God, he’s turned me into a complete mess.
“No, not yet, but I will,” he says, and I realize I must’ve said that last part out loud. “And you’ll be the kind of mess that is a work of art. Painted with my cum and marked with my teeth.”
“God, where is all this romance coming from? I thought I wasn’t getting the cute, fluffy Exton today.” I half-heartedly joke because the other part of me cracks open at his words, the meaning of them and lets the feelings to flow in. To run through my blood until all I know is that I need him. I want him now and forever.
“Baby, the romance was dead the second you took my cock down your pretty throat like that’s where it belonged all the time, but I had to give you a bit of sugar before I rip your little pussy with my cock like a savage.” He gets up, eyes locked on mine and spreads my thighs apart. “Hope that was enough,” he adds and spears me in two with one fast, savage and unexpected thrust. The man is hard again already.
I cry out. Or I think I do because my spirit left my body.
He’s fucking huge and I’ve never had anything that big inside me. I whimper and he stills, presumably to give me some time to adjust, but that just makes me whimper more and I reach over, clawing at his hands that are wrapped around my hips, holding me possessively.
“More,” I whisper. “More. I need more. I need it all. You wanted me to hurt with you, I want that too.”
“Jesus…fuck…” Exton groans watching where we are connected. “I’ll break you all over again.”
“Impossible,” I pant. “Because I’m only whole in your hands.”
Exton’s eyes lift to mine as if he can see that silver thread as clear as I do and starts thrusting, the gentleness long forgotten as my body nearly flies off the bed. He fucks me deep and hard, and I almost want to laugh of euphoria.
I feel it. I feel him. Everywhere. I feel every long, thick inch of him, spreading me open, marking me, imprinting inside me like a tattoo I’ll never take off and never want to.
He feels so good. So, so good. I start to grind my hips, remembering that I can do that again. I can move, all thanks to him and the wave of emotion is overwhelming me again.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” I chant mindlessly, and Exton falls over me, tasting those words off my lips as his cock claims me.
“Again,” he demands.
“I love you, Exton. I love you so damn much. I love you.”
“Again.” He sinks his teeth into my neck, every raw inch of him demanding every inch of me. Mind, body and soul.
“I love you.”
“Again.”
We keep going at it, repeating the words over and over as his thrusts turn unhinged. There’s no way he can be any deeper but he’s doing his best to rip through me. His hands are everywhere, on my hair and body and clit until he settles his hold on my ass, pulling my leg over him and slams into me as I cry out.
“Just so we are clear,” he grits out, “I’m coming inside you.” His breathing is ragged and mine is simply nonexistent. I didn’t even consider asking about a condom. The thought didn’t cross my mind and now it simply seems abhorrent.
How could we possibly have anything in between us?
“Inside. Oh, God, Exton don’t you dare to pull out. Fuck me. Own me. Fill me up with your cum.”
“Jesus Christ, Electra,” Exton growls, bringing his lips to mine in a bruising, teeth clashing kiss. My hard nipples dragging against his strong chest as his fingers tighten on my hip and the other hand tightens in my hair. “Come, little star, fucking come now.” And I do, clinging to him, I come just as he swells inside me, pushing onto my fluttering walls and I feel his release painting me like his perfect work of art.
We are holding onto each other so tight, our arms and legs will be sore tomorrow, yet it’s not close enough. My cum is all over his cock, his deep inside me, but I want more.
We lay there. Just like that, breathing hard and drenched in sweat but neither one of us is willing to pull away. I trail my fingers over his spine, stroking him slowly, gently as if we didn’t just fuck the life out of each other.
Eventually, with his dick still inside me, Exton pulls up slightly and brushes my sweat-soaked bangs out of my eyes and kisses me deeply, holding my head in his big hands
“You’re mine. You hear that? You’re fucking mine,” Exton whispers into the crook of my neck just before his lips close around the tender skin and he sucks on it, undoubtedly leaving his mark there like an animal he is. But I’m no better because I want to be marked so I arch against him, tilting my head up to give him better access and he makes a sound of approval.
I’m lost in the sensation of his claiming when he moves down and does the same to my breasts, peppering me with hickies and bite marks. And then he thrusts into me again, without ever pulling out the first time and keeps fucking me until the shape of his cock is imprinted on the inside of my pussy as deep as the shape of his heart into mine.