Chapter 8 - Ruby
I can't believe I'm really on my knees for a man I met less than forty-eight hours ago. And not just any man: a dangerous biker who punched my ex-boyfriend in the face and confessed to killing people without flinching.
Part of me wonders if something in my brain is broken. If I have some twisted attraction to dangerous men that's going to destroy me all over again. Maybe that's my type and I'm too damaged to see it.
But Chaos isn't Marcus. He's nothing like Marcus.
Marcus was cruel underneath his clean-cut exterior. He used sweet words to manipulate me, then abandoned me the second things got hard. He was a coward who blamed me for everything.
Chaos is dangerous, yes. But not to me. Never to me. He protected me from my family. Walked me home. Sat here sharing a simple meal like it was the most important thing in the world.
He deserves this moment. This blowjob. This pleasure I'm giving him.
I take him deeper, relaxing my throat until I feel him hit the back of it. I gag slightly but don't pull back. I want to take all of him. I want to show him how much I appreciate everything he's done.
His cock is thick and hard in my mouth, the taste of his precum salty and masculine on my tongue. I love the weight of him, the way his shaft throbs against my lips. I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, my hand working the base while my other hand massages his balls.
"Ruby, I'm close," he warns, his voice strained. "If you don't want—"
I look up at him through my lashes and take him even deeper in response. I want this. Want to taste him. Want to swallow every last drop with a smile on my face.
But suddenly he's pulling out of my mouth, panting hard. "No fucking way I'm finishing already when I haven't fucked you yet."
My pussy clenches at his words. "You want it that much?"
"You have no idea how much I want to fuck you." His brown eyes are dark with lust. "In every single position that exists."
Oh God. Heat floods through me, pooling between my legs. I've never had a man talk to me like this. Raw, honest and desperate.
I stand on shaky legs and start unzipping my jeans. They stick around my ankles and I nearly stumble backward, but Chaos's hands shoot out, gripping my ass to steady me.
My ass. My flat, disappointing ass that I've always been ashamed of.
I'm chubby everywhere else. Round stomach, thick thighs, full breasts, but my ass is practically nonexistent. Marcus used to make comments about it. Subtle digs about how I should do more squats, how other girls had better curves.
I tense, waiting for Chaos to notice. To be disappointed.
Instead, he grips my ass hard, his fingers digging into the flesh. "Fuck, I want this ass bouncing on my cock."
He wants me. Really wants me. Not some fantasy version of me with a better body, but me exactly as I am.
"Yes," I breathe, climbing back onto his lap.
I straddle him again, my breasts hanging in his face as I position myself. He immediately latches onto one nipple with his mouth, sucking hard while I reach between us to grip his cock.
It's so thick in my hand, already slick with my saliva and his precum. I guide it to my entrance, rubbing the head against my wetness.
"Fuck," Chaos groans against my breast.
I sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch. He stretches me perfectly. Not so big it hurts, but big enough to fill me completely. When I'm fully seated on his cock, I pause, letting my body adjust to the delicious fullness.
It's been so long since I've had sex with anyone. Over two years since Marcus, and even then it was rushed and mediocre. Nothing like this.
I start moving, rocking back and forth rather than bouncing. I need to find my rhythm, need to remember how to do this. Chaos's hands grip my ass, helping me move, guiding me gently.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Take your time, baby."
The endearment makes my heart flutter. I increase my pace gradually, getting more confident. Soon, I'm bouncing on his cock properly, standing more upright so my breasts jiggle with each movement.
When I glance down at Chaos, he's staring at me with his mouth half-open and eyes wide, like he's witnessing something miraculous.
"You look beautiful," he says, his voice reverent.
"Do you really believe that?" I ask, still bouncing on his cock. "When I'm chubby with no ass?"
He shakes his head firmly. "To me, you look beautiful. You look brave and honest and all the good things in between."
Tears prick my eyes. No one has ever said anything like that to me before. No one has ever made me feel this cherished, this seen.
I want to cry, but I hold back. There's no time for tears when Chaos is gripping my ass harder now, helping me bounce faster. His cock goes deeper with each thrust and I have to cover my mouth to keep from moaning too loud.
Can't wake Liam. Can't disturb my son while I'm fucking a man I barely know on our couch. Chaos reaches up and brushes my bangs away from my eyes, his touch gentle despite the rough way he's fucking me.
"One position isn't enough," he says, his voice rough. "I want you under me now."
I hop off him immediately, already missing the feeling of his cock inside me. But I lie back on the couch, and thankfully it's big enough for me to stretch out.
He positions himself over me, his muscular arms bracketing my head. "You comfortable?"
"Yes," I tell him, reaching down to grab his ass and pull him toward me. "Now fuck me."
He smirks at my boldness and lines himself up. I'm so wet that his cock slides inside without him needing to guide it with his hand. We both groan at the sensation.
Then he starts moving. Really moving. Thrusting hard and deep, his chest heaving as sweat drips down onto my breasts. He leans forward and kisses my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point.
"Fuck, Ruby," he groans. "You feel incredible."
I wrap my legs around his waist, taking him deeper. He fucks me harder, the couch creaking beneath us, and I love every second of it.
I stare up at the white ceiling, lost in pleasure. Then I look at his face, flushed and focused and so fucking handsome. Then down at his chest, toned and muscular, covered in tattoos that I want to trace with my tongue.
I hope this isn't a one-time thing. Please, God, don't let this be a one-time thing. I don't want him to stop caring about me after the sex. Don't want him to get what he wanted and leave like Marcus did. I want him to stay. I want him to keep protecting me and Liam.
For once in my life, I've found someone I don't want to run away from.
My climax builds fast, my skin prickling with sensation. My inner thighs clench around his waist as the pressure coils tighter and tighter.
"Chaos," I gasp. "I'm about to cum."
"Let go, baby," he growls. "I've got you."
My eyes roll back as my orgasm crashes through me. I bite my lip hard to keep from screaming, my entire body trembling with the force of it.
The feeling of my pussy clenching around his cock must trigger something in him because he bites his lower lip, gasps, and I feel him pulse inside me. Once. Twice. Three times. Hot cum fills me, his cock throbbing as he empties himself deep inside.
"Fuck," he breathes, collapsing slightly on top of me before catching himself. "I'm sorry, I should have pulled out—"
"It's fine," I tell him, my hands coming up to cup his sweaty cheeks. "I'm on birth control. Have been since Liam was born."
Relief crosses his face. "That was incredible."
"It was," I agree, rolling slightly to the side. His softening cock slips out of me, and I immediately feel his cum start to trickle down my inner thigh.
Chaos pulls me close, wrapping his muscular arms around me. I feel so safe here. So protected. I have no words for how good this feels, being held by someone who actually gives a shit about me.
But reality intrudes as I feel more of his cum leaking out.
"Give me five minutes," I say, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. "I need to clean up in the bathroom."
He chuckles, then reaches out and slaps my ass playfully as I stand. "I'll be waiting for you when you get back."
I walk toward the bathroom on shaky legs, my entire body still tingling with aftershocks. In the small bathroom, I clean myself up quickly, trying not to think too hard about what just happened.
I had sex with Chaos. Amazing, mind-blowing sex.
And now I want more. So much more.
I want him to stay the night. Want to wake up in his arms. I want to see if this incredible connection we have extends beyond physical.
But what if he leaves? What if this was just sex to him and nothing more?
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Flushed cheeks, mussed hair, kiss-swollen lips. I look thoroughly fucked and happier than I've been in years.
Please don't let this be a mistake, I pray silently. Please let him be different. I take a deep breath and head back to the living room, ready to find out what happens next.