Chapter 18 #2
I gave him a shaky nod, not trusting my voice as he circled my clit with his tongue and sank two fingers into me. I bucked against him, needing more, needing everything he could give me.
Time seemed to stand still as he sent me hurtling closer to that cliff. Without any warning, my body shuddered, my core pulsing around his fingers as he drove me over that edge. He worked me through it, extending my pleasure until I was almost ready to come undone again.
“I need you, Kellan. Please fuck me,” I begged. His fingers were magic, but the next time I came, I needed to be filled completely.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you beg, little devil,” Kellan groaned. He stood, not pulling his fingers out as he bent over me, his free thumb trailing over my bottom lip. “I want to bend you over and fuck you every time you jut out this pretty, luscious lip.”
I closed my lips around his digit and sucked, coaxing a string of muttered curses from him.
“You play so dirty, precious girl. You want me to fuck you?” He pulled his fingers from me, and I eagerly nodded, but before I could get out another word, he slammed into me with a single thrust. I cried out, but he pressed his thumb down on my tongue, urging me to keep sucking.
He gripped my hip in his other palm and pounded into me. My eyes watered as I sucked on his thumb, but I didn’t stop, not when it had him cursing and pumping his hard length into me even harder.
“Do you like that? Having two of your holes filled as I fuck you into this desk,” he said, his dirty words and his rough tone making my pussy clench around him.
He swore under his breath as I nodded. “You’re so fucking perfect. My angel and devil all wrapped up into one breathtaking package.”
I don’t know what happened to the sweet guy who was nervous about showing me his drawing a few minutes earlier, but he was gone.
This dominating, dirty-talking, chiseled Adonis was in his place.
His cock drove me closer and closer to the edge of insanity, but I didn’t care, not when it felt this fucking good.
His piercing dragged against my walls, making my spine arch in to him, matching him thrust for thrust.
“What about all three?” He pulled his thumb from my mouth and swiped the pad over my back entrance.
“Yes,” I said as he pushed into the tight bundle of nerves. I cried his name as he thrust into me, his thumb in my back hole adding a delicious pressure that only ratcheted up my pleasure.
“I love how you squeeze my cock,” he moaned, pumping his digit into me in time with his thrusts. “I can’t wait to fuck you here while Merrick and Spade fuck your pussy and face.”
My core fluttered around him, his words only pushing me closer and closer to that precipice.
His cock filled me so completely, I couldn’t imagine how full I’d be with two of my men thrusting into me.
I’d probably be a quivering mess. Putty in their hands—I already was.
Kellan had complete control over me and my pleasure right now, and I was more than glad to hand the reins over to him.
“Come for me, angel. Let me feel that pussy squeezing around my cock.” He pinched my clit, and the sudden shock of ecstasy was enough to send me over the edge.
My orgasm crashed through me, stealing my senses as my vision went hazy.
His thrusts were frantic now as he chased his own climax.
And with one last thrust, his cock throbbed inside me, spilling his release, and filling me so completely he sent me hurtling into another eruption.
My toes curled as soothing, languid heat rushed through me, sapping my body of energy.
I wrapped my legs around Kellan’s waist as he lifted me from the desk and deposited us back onto the leather couch.
He bundled me up in a plush throw blanket before getting a wet towel to clean us up.
I hummed in contentment as he cocooned himself around me, his warmth sinking into me as he embraced me like he never wanted to let me go.
“Can you show me some of your other drawings?” I glanced at the discarded sketchbook on the couch.
“I can.” He chuckled, kissing the tip of my nose. He flipped through the book, his lips thinning as he searched for the perfect one.
“You know you’re too harsh a critic on yourself, right?”
Pink crept into his cheeks, but he nodded. “I think you’ve told me that a time or two.”
“Well then I guess I need to do a better job at convincing you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he bent to meet my lips. The gentle brush quickly deepened, our tongues twining in a seductive dance. My hands slid down to his sculpted chest, needing to explore more of his body.
“You can convince me like that anytime you want.” He winked as we pulled away, causing my cheeks to heat.
Even though six years had passed, these guys still made me feel like I did in high school.
They turned me into a blushing, giddy mess, my smile rarely ever falling when I had one of my three men with me despite the mess we were in.
I glanced down at the sketchpad that lay open on his lap, my mouth agape as I studied the art.
It was me, but it wasn’t a nearly angelic recreation with light swathing me like he usually drew.
No, my face was blood-spattered, a vicious gleam in my eyes and a radiant smile curving my lips.
It was a blend of light and dark, similar to the tattoo he had of me on his chest.
“I’m still working on it,” Kellan said, threading his fingers through my hair, brushing it back behind my ear. “But I want it to be my next tattoo.”
I couldn’t help the smile that broke across my face as I gazed up at him.
This incredible man and artist wanted to have another portrait of me immortalized on his skin.
I pressed my lips to his once more, my fingers gliding over his sculpted muscles as I tried in vain to memorize every inch of his body, just as he knew mine.
It showed just how devoted this man was to me.
He never forgot my face or my body, so he could recreate the scene from the other morning with such remarkable detail, as if I were his muse.
His fingers trailed over my cheekbones like he was memorizing even the most minute details as he traveled lower, caressing my collarbones. It had been so long since we just breathed, just sat and drank each other in, like we weren’t fighting for our lives every day.
Kellan smiled softly as we pulled away, lust fogging his gaze as though his mind had gone exactly where mine had. We nestled into each other, hands exploring the other’s soft skin, playing with each other’s hair before tangling together.
“I want another tattoo.” I tapped a finger to my lips in thought.
I already had the Dara knot to symbolize my connection to these three men, but I wanted something else, something that both connected us and showed the loss we’ve suffered throughout what the Barones have put both us and the town through.
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you again.” He grinned lasciviously, and I couldn’t help but giggle. “Do you know what you want?”
“I think I want to get a piece of the firehouse, like the bell that sat in the tower.” I let that sink in, feeling the rightness settle easily in my chest. “It played such a huge role in our friendship and relationship. But it also symbolized the pain.”
Not only had the firehouse been our home away from our parents’ houses, but it was where Merrick and Kellan first admitted their feelings for me and that they didn’t want me to choose.
We crossed that chasm that very night, only for Tommaso to rip it all away from us the very next day.
The guys had not only saved some of the furniture from the basement to use in our home, but they also destroyed the rest in their anger and despair.
It had as much double meaning as Kellan’s devil and angel tattoo of me did.
It also represented an important moment for Spade and me since it was the place where he revealed his past and his sorrow over his sister Anne being taken from this world by the monsters he was forced to call parents.
“Just the bell?” An artistic light gleamed in his eyes as though he was already picturing it in his mind.
“No, I think I want it on fire.”
Silence stretched between us as he studied me. “Why?”
“Because it wasn’t only a place for happy memories, your pain lived there too.
And despite what Tommaso tried to take from us, both six years ago and a few weeks ago when he had it burnt to the ground, we came back swinging.
” I took a deep breath, expelling the memory of the flames from my mind.
“We overcame him and his torment, just like I’ll overcome this fear of fire he instilled in me. ”
A soft smile curled on Kellan’s lips, and he traced my mouth with his thumb. “I think that’s beautiful. You’re a fighter, Giana, and I’m just glad I get to battle the monsters at your side. I’d do anything for you, fight anyone for you, burn the world down around us, damn the consequences.”
Our lips met again in a feverish kiss, our limbs twining as he urged me back onto the couch.
I gasped as his cock slid in, his hips rocking in a smooth motion as we took our time exploring each other, finding every sensitive spot to lick or bite.
My orgasm snuck up on me, pleasure coiling around my spine, yanking me off the cliff as my core spasmed around him.
He drank me in, savoring every moan and crease of my expression as my body was wracked with ecstasy.
He filled me completely, like he never wanted to be parted as he came, his cock twitching as heat filled my center. My breaths came in ragged pants as we lay there wrapped in one another, our hearts connected by an invisible string that would never be severed.