Chapter Twenty Eight #3
The heat spiked between us and we thrust together faster, urging one another on as we kissed and looked into one another's eyes.
My clit started to tingle, every time he thrust deep and my pussy started to contract.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight as he lifted his hips and sped up, pumping harder and faster until my orgasm rose and exploded, the sparks of pleasure rushing over my skin and pulsing throughout me.
Fly buried his head into my neck and went still, his cock pushed far up inside me as it pulsed.
His long low moan joined my cry as our orgasms dragged out, making us both rigid.
“Fuck,” he exclaimed as the pleasure died down.
He collapsed on me, cradling me against him as I put my arms around his neck. We breathed together, our chests heaving from the effort.
“That was the best orgasm I've ever had,” I said, dreamily, kissing his temple.
He pulled himself out of me and maneuvered us so he lay on his back, with me tucked into his side. His arm was around my shoulders, holding me tightly to him.
“I have to admit,” he said, stroking my jaw, “I think it was the best I've ever had too.”
“It was?” I smiled up at him, smarting from the bruising on my face.
Frowning, he touched the swelling near my eye, ever so gently. “I haven't ever been in love before. I suppose that adds to how good the fucking feels.”
I laughed and poked his ribs. “I suppose it does.”
“Have you ever been in love?” he asked, his expression suddenly dark.
Shaking my head, I thought for a moment. “No. I hadn't been with anyone before you, not completely, anyway.”
He sat up, his forehead creased. “You're telling me that you lost your virginity to me in that disgusting shed?”
I shrugged and forced him to lie back down so I could settle on him again. “Yes. The tension was driving me insane, “I have no regrets.”
He went quiet, chewing on the inside of his mouth as he stared at the ceiling. I didn't say anything, not wanting to incite his dark mood or make him feel guilty for taking my virginity unknowingly. It was true what I'd said, I had no regrets.
“Are you okay?” I asked after a few moments.
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at me, a cheeky glisten in his eye. “Yeah, I was just trying to remember how it felt to break you in.”
“You were?” I leaned up on my elbow and gave him an enquiring smile. “Why?”
“The idea of it turns me on.” He focused his eyes on me. “And now that I own you completely, I can take you however I want.”
“You own me because you took my virginity?” I asked, drawing closer to him.
He held me tighter and nodded. “That and I took you from your enemy, killing him in the process. You're free. You owe me.”
Grinning, I flicked my eyebrows at him. “Well, I have given a few blow jobs before. When I'm healed, I'll pay you back.”
He scowled, his handsome face screwing up. “Don't talk about the cunts you've been with before. I'll eradicate all memories of them.”
Slipping out from under me, he limped across the room. “I need to pee. Stay where you are.”
I hugged myself as his firm butt disappeared from view. The throw was soft and inviting, so I pulled it over me, aware of the mess we'd probably made on it. I didn't care. Before the night was through, it would get much worse.
Fly's phone vibrated on the coffee table in front of me, lighting up so bright in the dimly lit room, I could read the text he'd just received. It was from Ant.
Cops asking about Brandon in town. We need to be careful or Moth's fucked.
I didn't pick the phone up or even question the content. If it was important, Ant would've rung Fly. I'd let him see it when he was ready to check his phone. For now, he was all mine.
He came out into the living area, swinging a pair of handcuffs. “Your new life has opened a whole load of doors,” he exclaimed, his cock already stiffening again.
“And we'll live happily ever after?” I tried again, laughing freely for the first time in my life.
Rolling his eyes, he tickled me before climbing back on top of me. “Yeah, for now, sweetheart. We're free from our demons, even if it's just for a while.”
“Oh…” I traced a finger down the ridge of his stomach. “…I forgot to say I love you.”
He lifted my finger and wrapped his mouth around it, sucking gently. “I love you too, Brit, now get ready to take my cock. I need you again. And again. And again.”
Giggling, I bit my lips, ready to welcome him. Except, his phone started to vibrate loudly as it bounced across the table. I cursed whoever was ringing it as Fly reached over, frowning when he saw both the message and Ant’s name.
“What is it?” he snapped, his hard cock resting between my legs. “I’m busy.”
The speaker was loud enough for me to hear. It was Ant, his breath
panting as if he was running. Fly sat back as Ant spoke, his words muffled.
“What’s going on?” Fly barked. “Is everything okay? I can’t hear you.”
“I’m chasing a cop,” Ant said through huffs. “If I catch her, I’m going to have to kill her. She’s onto Moth and Alia and I need to stop the threat. If anything happens to me, tell everyone it’s been a ride. Love you, Br–”
A gun shot sounded and Ant’s voice cut off.
Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.