Chapter 23 #2
“What happened in the car–” I hesitate. “I know it probably seemed like it was just physical, but–” I meet his eyes. “I felt something.”
His jaw sets. “I did, too, Princess.”
His hand cups my jaw, and he lowers himself toward me, reverent. This time, when his mouth meets mine, it isn’t impulsive.
It’s chosen.
I know it’s a bad idea to fall for him. I have no idea how Rio and I are going to get out of this, but I don’t think we’re coming out together.
If we do this now, it will hurt when it’s over.
But I’m a grown woman, and I’ve dealt with worse than letting the wrong man break my heart.
So I fist his shirt in my hand and pull him down on the bed with me.
There’s not a shred of resistance left in either of us.
He shrugs off his jacket on the way down to the bed as I fiddle with his buttons. In a mess of zippers and ripped seams, my dress comes off. Everything but his boxers and my panties end up on the floor within seconds.
Straddling my body, his cock is already thick between my thighs, hard and it pushes the fabric of my panties into my slit. I want him inside me. I want his mouth on me.
He stares down at me with something like admiration or awe… something I can’t name because nobody has ever looked at me that way. I’m not shy. I’ve never given a shit who sees my body, but his gaze has my skin incinerating.
I should protect myself.
But I want to give it all to him.
“Look how perfect you are.” He runs his touch softly along my collarbone, a finger down my breast and around my nipple, then he cups the soft mound. “You’re fucking impossible.”
His possessive words send a ripple of heat through me.
His gaze grows darker. “Take off your panties, show me the rest.”
He unhooks his thighs from around my waist and lies to the side of me, rubbing himself on the outside of his boxer briefs. Oh my God, what does his dick look like? I didn’t look in the car since my eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure most of the time, but it felt huge in my hand.
God, I want him to fucking fill me up.
I hook my fingers through the sides of my panties and wiggle them down, now fully naked on the bed. Ready for the taking.
He licks two of his fingers and runs them through my wet slit. I hardly need more lube. I’m soaked for him.
I bite my lip. He touches me with perfect pressure. “Didn’t you get enough, fingering me in the car?”
He’d better plan on giving it all to me.
“Don’t worry, I’m not fucking you with my fingers this time, Delilah.” He pushes my legs apart and climbs between them. He runs his nose along my slit. “I could come just from the smell of you.”
He licks a hot trail up the side of my thigh, up into the crease.
My nerves ignite at the thought of him licking me. I want to have sex with him, but this? I’ve never had this before. This is more vulnerable.
I grab his shoulders. “You don’t have to…”
He looks up from between my thighs. “I’m having this beautiful cunt in my mouth.” He raises an eyebrow. “You know how I feel about getting what I want.”
That pulls a half smile. “Yeah, but… I’ve…” I hesitate to tell him. “I’ve never done that before. I don’t think I can relax enough to enjoy it.”
He kisses my wet folds. “Oh, you’ll relax, Princess. It’ll happen right before you make a mess all over my face. There’s no rush. I’ll stay down here until you cream on me.”
Holy shit.
I let my head fall to the pillow and close my eyes.
His mouth clamps down on me, and I’m so turned on that my knees are weak and they drop to the mattress.
I try not to think about coming for him, about performing, and just take in the wet, hot feeling of his tongue massaging my pussy, rubbing circles on my clit.
He’s an expert. I’m swollen and sensitive, and on the edge, but every swipe of his tongue is perfect pressure.
Holding on to the sheets beside me for dear life, I clench my jaw to hold in a moan. I had no idea this could feel this good. He takes his time. He’s in no need to push or hurry me. And my body relents.
He slides his big, strong hand between my legs and pushes a finger inside me.
“Shit,” I hiss, and ease myself down on him, urging more contact. I’m so close already, opening up to him.
“You like that?” He asks as if he knows damn well I do.
He clamps down again, and I swear his mouth is everywhere. The way he swirls his tongue makes my mind disappear. It’s goddamn spiritual. I’m not myself anymore. I’m boneless, totally out of control.
I’m so close my body tenses now. I’m going to come for the first time from being eaten out. I never wanted this from anybody; it seemed way too intimate. I was way too in my head to think I could relax, but I am clay in Rio’s fingers.
My knees begin to tremble. He pumps his finger in and out, and his other hand comes up to my neck. He commands my body with his, tongue fucking me, finger plunging in and out–
My legs shake, my eyes pinch shut and the intense pulse comes in waves. He eases me through my orgasm, knowing just the perfect way to drag out this ecstasy. I’m fucking floating when it’s over.
He slowly pulls his finger out of me, and I glance down to watch him put it in his mouth, sucking it off. “I want you so bad my cock hurts.”
“Show it to me,” I say, still breathless.
He slides out of his boxer briefs, lets them fall to the ground and then rises on his knees, thick shaft pointing straight at me. He pumps it while still staring into my eyes like a feral beast. “How the hell are you even real, Delilah?”
I can’t take it. Can’t take the praise.
I want him inside me. I need his eyes off me before they burn a hole through my chest.
I spread my legs. “Do you have a condom?”
“Afraid not, Princess.” He says, still pumping his cock. “I’ll have to settle for your mouth.”
Just as I’ve never received it, I’ve never given oral sex, but his dick, all velvety and thick, I actually want it.
Everything about him is a masterpiece. His body is carved muscle, a man who uses it for real work. I can see his childhood of wrangling cattle and riding broncos in every ripple of his tattooed torso.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask.
He walks himself up the sides of me, on his knees, until he's straddling my chest. His cock is now close to my lips. I reach up and wrap my hand around the base of him.
I run my tongue up the underside of him, base to tip, and the sound he makes low in his throat is the most satisfying thing I've ever heard.
"Christ, Delilah."
I take him into my mouth as far as I can manage, and his fingers thread through my hair.
He cups the base of my skull as if he needs something to grip or he'll come apart.
We find a rhythm where he pushes into my mouth, nearly reaching my throat, and I work his balls with my hand, clasping his ass with the other.
He rides my mouth, his cock growing, which I didn’t even think possible as he increases the pace, rushing himself in and out, as I try to suck and give him even half of what he gave me.
“Fuck,” he growls, his voice strained. “Look at me.”
I bet my eyes are watery. He’s so damn huge it’s hard not to choke, but I want to make him explode. I want him to remember this.
Remember me the way I’ll remember him, no matter how far away I go.
His grip on my hair tightens. His jaw goes tight, and he curses under his breath. Low, wrecked sounds die in his throat. His hips rock forward in slow, restrained pulses like he's fighting himself, fighting the urge to annihilate me with his cock.
When he finally pulls back, he's breathing hard, pupils blown wide.
He looks down at my chest, then back at my face, something feral flickers behind his eyes. “I’m going to fuck your tits.”
Pulling out, he sets his wet dick between my breasts, pressing them together around his cock with both hands. The slickness of his skin against mine, the sheer size of him nestled there — I feel it everywhere.
He thrusts his hips forward. I lock my grip on his ass, urging him to drive harder.
He groans.
He sets a punishing pace, dragging himself through the soft press of my chest, the swollen tip of him appearing and disappearing, flushed and leaking.
"Don't stop," I breathe.
Watching him use my body like this, his big hands holding me around him, is mindblowing and erotic.
His pace builds, thighs flexing either side of me, jaw tight, breath coming in sharp bursts. He pumps once, twice, and then he's coming, spilling hot spurts of cum across my chest, up to my throat. His whole body shudders through it.
When his breathing slows, he looks down at me, his chest still heaving. "You're going to be the death of me, Princess."
I laugh, breathless, still tingling everywhere, the warmth of him on my skin owning me in a way that should be alarming but isn’t.
Rio gets up. I watch his ass all the way to the bathroom. The water runs, and he comes back with a warm cloth.
He cleans me up without saying a word — careful, unhurried, even though the world is falling apart around us outside that door. His world, as much as mine.
When he’s done cleaning us both, he slides into bed beside me and pulls the covers up. His hand finds mine under the blanket.
"Sleep," he says.
I almost argue, but his thumb moves once across my knuckles. The fight in me is all gone.
I close my eyes.
Somewhere out there, Luther's man has reported seeing me. David is now racing the clock to find Isabel and Beatriz.
And yet somehow, with Rio's hand wrapped around mine in the dark, those two things are less terrifying than the thought that I’m falling for a man I can’t have.