Chapter Forty-Three
Jo
I ’m not surprised to see this particular ceiling when I open my eyes, or the light that’s streaming in through the window.
I remember the exhaustion taking over and being held tightly in Lochlan’s arms.
However, I am surprised at the warm tingly sensation happening between my legs as my stomach muscles clench in response.
The thick, dark hair of the man responsible is buried between my legs, but my eyes are drawn to the way his hands grip my thighs, spreading me wide.
His knuckles are still cracked and bloody from last night; the roughness is a startling contrast against my soft thighs, but the sight of it makes my insides burn even hotter.
A man so dangerous is making me float on a cloud of ecstasy as he eats me for breakfast.
His tongue flicks over my clit and a soft moan escapes me, making his grip on me more brutal, pulling me in tighter.
Every noise I make stirs him, encouraging his worship.
By the time I cum, my hips have completely left the mattress as he holds me firmly against his face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I mumble, as his feast continues .
“I want another one,” he demands gruffly, sucking me into his mouth.
It only takes a few seconds of his back-and-forth motion to make me cry out again.
“You’re so perfect, baby. You did so good,” he praises, making all the warmth go to my chest as he kisses his way up my body.
“Is it normal for me to be so horny even after cumming twice?” I ask, watching a pained expression take over his face.
He clears his throat.
“Yeah. That can be normal,” he forces out roughly.
I push his shoulder until he’s lying back on the bed, and I climb on top of him.
“Jo…” He warns, but I cut him off.
“Don’t.”
He’s still wearing his jeans from last night, but my hands rest against his shirtless chest as I sit astride his stomach.
His eyes cut to my bare pussy and where it hovers over him and I see his abdominals flex below me.
“I just want to lay on you,” I whisper, laying my chest across his until I can bury my head in his neck.
My body is flush against his torso, and I can feel his shallow breathing pick up speed.
His hands palm my ass, holding me firmly atop of him.
“If you’re testing me, just know I’m not doing well,” he rasps.
I’m not even sure if he’s speaking to me.
“What?” I ask against his throat.
“Nothing.” He squeezes my butt harder, kneading it with his fingers.
“I can get off of you if you want me to.”
“No,” he says quickly.
“Stay put. ”
His rough palms massage my cheeks, spreading me wide down there, opening me up and exposing me in a way that I’ve never experienced before.
It isn’t until he rocks the flesh of my hips ever so lightly that I realize how close I am to his hardness.
The bulge of his jeans rubs against my pussy softly and he grunts at the faint contact.
He sounds like an animal in pain.
His hands rock my hips again, but this time I linger a second longer, prolonging the feeling of his erection against me.
He blows out a curt breath, squeezing his eyes shut as if he can escape the feeling.
My fingers find my favorite place on the back of his neck, tangling into the curls there, and I rock my hips again, watching the pain and pleasure morph his face.
It’s exhilarating.
This time when my ass rocks back, I grind into him, rubbing myself over his stiff zipper.
“Don’t. It won’t– You shouldn’t…” He clears his throat to attempt to speak again.
“My jeans will hurt you, don’t rub against them,” he forces out, very reluctantly.
“Take them off.”
His eyes pop open.
“I can’t.” The restraint is misery on his face, he’s struggling terribly.
“I won’t do anything naughty.”
“God, please. Don’t say that. Don’t use that word,” he strangles through his throat.
I’ll add naughty to my list of words to use again.
“Let me grind against your boxers. It’s not as rough and it’ll make me feel good.”
He growls harshly, yanking his jeans down and kicking them off the end of the bed, and then he reaches into his nightstand and grabs a bottle.
“You have lube?”
“Jacking off to you morning and night was going to cause an injury,” he states seriously, and I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling.
He pours some of the liquid onto his fingers and cups my pussy, rubbing gently until I’m grinding against his hand because it feels so good.
“This isn’t what I wanted,” I say distractedly.
“Then stop fucking my hand, baby.”
“But it feels good.”
“Of course, it does. I was made to make you cum,” he grits out, tweaking his fingers to rub against my clit.
I’m already so wound up that a few seconds of that is all it takes to make me jerk my hips as I orgasm.
Again.
I should feel bad about this unfair treatment, but he’s the one holding out on me.
“Maybe I should leave you alone now,” I say to the ceiling, still coming down from my climax.
My slick pussy is sitting directly on his stomach but he doesn’t seem to mind.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No, but…”
“Then sit on my cock and give yourself another one,” he demands and I smile, looking down at him.
He’s so tensed, he has a bead of sweat on his forehead, and I’m soaring.
“On your cock, you said?” I sit up and shuffle my knees back until I’m hovering over his boxers.
It isn’t until my fingers grip his waistband that he jolts up from the mattress.
“That’s not part of the deal,” he warns, gripping my wrists delicately.
“But, you’re my fiancé. I should know what you look like.” His pupils dilate at my words, but he doesn’t release me.
“I just want to know how it feels to ride you, I won’t try to put it inside of me, I promise.” I place my forehead on his and push it gently until he releases me, and he falls back to his pillow.
His eyes watch me wildly like a caged beast, as I pull his boxers downward, freeing his massive cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I mumble.
He’s a big man, I expected it to be big, but nothing could prepare me for how thick and powerful his dick would look.
It could be studied.
He’s the ideal male specimen that masculinity should strive to be.
I’ve seen pictures, watched explicit scenes in TV shows and movies, but nothing compares to Lochlan Dane.
It reminds me how much of a grown man he is and how little I know what to do with it.
No wonder he refuses to have sex with me.
My swollen flesh is enveloped with warmth as I sit, straddling his length, feeling him for the first time.
It’s steel beneath me, harder than I ever imagined it could be, and he doesn’t falter as I settle my weight on him.
Instead, he groans when I make contact, throwing his head back on his pillow for only a moment before his eyes return to where my pussy sits on him.
My hips tip forward the slightest bit, and his entire body flinches, exhaling roughly.
“I’m not really sure what to do…” I murmur.
“Just do what feels good,” he says as I rock my hips like he was doing to me before, rubbing my clit against his cock.
His eyes roll back in his head and he mutters, “Fuck.”
His reaction spurs me, and I stop overthinking, grinding against the entirety of his hard length until the tingling feeling in my stomach starts growing.
His hands grip my hips forcefully as I ride back and forth along his cock, feeling the muscles in his legs twitching against mine.
It’s harder to reach an orgasm this way, with my muscles tensed and my momentum waning with exertion, but I’m determined.
I plant my hands on his chest and use him as leverage, rocketing my body back and forth until I’m breathing heavily and I can’t keep my eyes open.
“I’m so close,” I mumble, as he starts rocking me harder against him, increasing my pace.
It’s right there, I’m right there, but I need–
His cock flexes, the ridge of his head bumping against my clit, and my entire body shudders, tensing with my orgasm.
My eyes flutter open, seeing that my hands strayed to his throat.
My grip tightens as I ride out my climax and he gasps roughly, thrusting his hips as his cock pulses with his release, coating his stomach with the milky substance I’ve never seen in real life.
My shocked gaze meets his, and my breath only re-enters my lungs when his mouth drops open in silent relief.
I lean forward and kiss his bottom lip, biting it lightly when he doesn’t reciprocate.
“Did I do good?” I ask softly against his mouth, and I feel his slow smirk.
“Yeah, baby, you did good.”