Chapter 23 #3
His palms slid up the outside of my bare calves, dragging over my knees before settling heavily on the soft skin of my inner thighs. He pushed my legs wider, and before I could even brace myself for the contact, he lowered his head.
The first long sweep of his hot, wet tongue directly over my clit sent a bolt of pleasure through me.
I gasped loudly, my hips instinctively jerking off the mattress.
Stetson’s broad hands clamped down on my thighs, pinning me perfectly in place as he devoured me with his lips and teeth and tongue.
He was relentless, the rough stubble of his jaw abrading my slick skin while his tongue set a punishing rhythm.
There was no uncertainty left in him as he worshipped me with dedicated focus that pulled broken moans from my lips. I fisted my hands blindly into the bedding, tossing my head back into the pillows as he quickly brought me right to the edge.
I was falling apart at the seams, desperate to come.
Stetson didn’t offer an ounce of mercy. He gripped my hips, holding me against his mouth, and sucked my clit with the perfect, mind-blowing amount of pressure.
My vision whited out. A loud, shameless sound tore from my throat as the climax hit, crashing through me with the force of a tsunami.
My thighs clamped tight around his ears, but he refused to retreat.
He stayed right there, swallowing my release and laving the hypersensitive bundle of nerves until the rolling aftershocks finally started to fade.
When I could manage a steady breath, he pulled back and stood at the edge of the bed. His hands went to his belt, and I propped myself up on my elbows to watch because there wasn’t a force on earth that could’ve made me look away.
The belt hit the floor. Then the jeans. Then the rest.
He was beautiful and intimidating and mine, and the thick, heavy length of him standing hard against his stomach made my inner walls clench with a need so fierce it bordered on pain. I’d thought my toys had prepared me for this, but looking at him now, I realized they hadn’t even come close.
“You’re staring, Trouble,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.
“You’re worth staring at,” I whispered back.
His green eyes darkened. He came back over me, bracing his forearms on either side of my head, caging me beneath the solid heat of him. His pupils had swallowed the green almost entirely.
“Look at me,” he commanded roughly.
I forced my heavy eyelids open, meeting his stare.
“You belong here,” he promised, nudging my knees wider with his own. He settled his weight into the cradle of my thighs, the blunt head of his erection brushing against my soaking entrance. “With me. With us.”
I didn’t argue. I wrapped my hands around the thick, corded muscle of his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine. “Then prove it.”
A low growl tore out of his chest. He notched himself at my entrance, pressed right where I needed him. My fingers dug into his muscles, my nails leaving crescents in his skin.
“Stetson.” My voice came out smaller than I intended. “This is my first time. With anyone. I’ve used toys, but I’ve never—”
His forehead dropped to mine. “I know,” he said quietly, and the tenderness in those two words nearly undid me. “We go at your pace, Julia. Always.”
“Thank you. I just needed you to know. But my pace is now.” I pulled his hips forward with my heels.
He pushed inside me with one slow, endless plunge.
The stretch stole every thought I had. My mouth fell open, my fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders as my body opened for him inch by agonizing inch.
He was thick and hot and so deep I forgot my own name.
Nothing—no toy, no fantasy, no late-night self-care session—had come close to the reality of Stetson Tate inside me.
He filled every single hollow ache I’d ever had.
The glide, the fullness, the weight of him overtop of me—it was more perfect than anything I’d fantasized about.
Stetson buried his face in the crook of my neck, letting out a ragged noise that sounded like unadulterated relief.
“Stetson.” His name fell out of me differently than it ever had before. It wasn’t a moan or a demand, but a surrender. His breath shuddered against my throat and his arms tightened around me like he was afraid I’d disappear if he didn’t hold on hard enough.
He held perfectly still, his muscles locked as tight while he let my body adjust to the feeling of him inside me.
Our scents collided in the heat of the room, marking my skin and settling deep into my bones.
Then, he pulled back and drove deep again. And again. And again. Slowly, fully, until he was sure I was alright and could take more.
I encouraged him with every moan and scrape of my nails until he finally, blessedly set a punishing, steady pace that had me slicking his cock with a fresh wave of liquid heat. I met his rhythm, tipping my hips up to take him completely, surrendering to the blissful drag of my Alpha.
“Oh, God!” I cried as he angled himself just right and hit that perfect spot inside me that I always tried to pleasure with my toys. But nothing could compare to the addictive drag of his cock over every sensitive nerve I had or the flare of his swelling knot teasing my entrance with every stroke.
My pussy fluttered wildly while every thrust forced the air from my lungs.
I scraped my nails down Stetson’s back, probably leaving red marks, which only seemed to fuel my cowboy.
My Alpha didn’t ease up. He shifted his grip, one broad hand sliding flat under my lower back to lift my hips exactly where he wanted them, while his other forearm braced him above me, his hand sinking deep into the messy knot of my hair with a possessive grip.
He watched my face intently, tracking every flicker of pleasure, every breathless gasp, every flutter of my eyelids. This wasn’t just sex… He was ruining me, showing me without words just how much I meant to him.
I could feel his knot swelling with every stroke, the thickening base stretching me wider each time he drove home. The pressure was building into something I’d only ever read about, something my toys had tried to simulate but couldn’t touch.
“Stetson,” I gasped. “Your knot— I can feel it—”
“I know, baby.” His voice was barely holding. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Don’t you dare stop.”
“Look at me,” he commanded, his tone roughening as he rolled his hips into that deep, sensitive spot that made my vision blur.
“I see you,” I choked out, my nails digging into his sweat-dampened skin. “Stetson, don’t stop.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he swore heavily, driving the promise right into my bones. “I’m right fuckin’ here, Trouble.”
He changed the angle, his calloused thumb slipping between our bodies to find the swollen knot of nerves he’d already ruined once. The dual friction was a total system overload. I broke apart, my spine bowing upward like a drawn string.
“That’s right. Come for me, Omega,” he ordered, watching me break with the most ravenous adoration.
A broken, soaring cry tore out of my throat as the climax ripped through me. Stetson’s jaw locked tight as my inner walls clamped down hard around his thick length, turning me into a vise around him.
That desperate, crushing squeeze was exactly what he was waiting for. At the base of his shaft, his knot expanded rapidly.
He let out a harsh, guttural shout, gripping my hips to drive himself into me one final, blissful time, forcing his thick, swollen knot into my tight pussy and seating himself impossibly deep. My entire world shattered into white-hot glitter as my orgasm soared to a whole new level.
Stetson buried his face in the crook of my neck as his hot release flooded my aching core, the heavy lock of his knot trapping him perfectly inside me. He rocked gently, grinding himself against my already overwrought nerve endings, milking himself dry.
Being filled—in every way imaginable—had me reeling in pleasure as I rode out the waves of aftershocks in awe.
We collapsed together, physically bound by his claim. The grounding weight of him pressed me into the mattress as I held onto him. My legs remained tangled with his, our chests heaving in tandem as the room slowly stopped spinning.
Eventually, as the rigid swelling slowly began to ease, he shifted his weight just enough to let me draw a full breath.
He rolled onto his side, dragging me flush against his chest so he didn’t have to slip out yet.
Reaching blindly around the bed, he grabbed the discarded shirt he’d tossed aside earlier.
But instead of throwing it aside or putting it back on, Stetson brought it onto the mattress.
He deliberately tucked the coffee-and-sage saturated fabric right next to my pillow, actively weaving his own scent into the center of my nest.