Chapter 28 #2
I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. My eyes take in the bulge in his boxer briefs, but it’s the little tattoo just inside one of his hips that I can’t look away from. My finger traces over the small rainbow inked into his taut skin and he shutters at my touch.
“How long have you had this?” I ask, my eyes finding his.
His lips pull into a sheepish smile. “I got it early last summer. Couldn’t stop thinking about rainbows.”
I lean into him, pressing my lips to his. My fingers toy with the elastic of his boxers before I dip my hand into them, gripping his hard shaft. He’s long and thick and he throbs in my hand. I rub my thumb over the velvety head of his cock, feeling a bead of precum.
My grip tightens and he groans against my neck and I let out a short laugh. His hand tilts my chin up and I smirk back at him, seeing the smoldering lust in his eyes. “I think we should do something about this.”
His nostrils flare and his chest heaves. “Well, I was planning on fucking your tight pussy if you’d let go.”
I let out an amused hum, cocking my head. “Well, if I’m being such a bad girl, do something about it.”
He grabs my wrist, pulling my hand off his cock, and pinning it over my head against the window. He kicks off his boots, and shimmies his jeans and boxers off, still holding my gaze.
He takes a deep breath and grabs my ass, splaying his fingers across my heated skin.
In one motion, he lifts me up and pins me against the glass.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my wet core against the shaft of his cock.
The instant pressure of his length against my piercing spikes all of my nerves and starts building that tension again.
He closes his eyes and shudders with the friction, pressing his forehead to mine.
He kisses my neck before looking in my eyes.
“Is that what you want me to call you, Rainbow? I could call you my good girl because you’re so drenched for me already.
Or do you want me to tell you you’re my bad girl?
Constantly teasing me with that smile and making me cum in my pants, talking dirty to me on the phone, at night, from my own fucking guesthouse.
” His eyes burn with a focus and intensity that makes my body hum with anticipation.
“Because I’ll tell you a secret, Rainbow.
I don’t fucking care if you’re a good girl or a bad girl, because the only thing that matters from now on is that you’re my girl. ”
My mind melts seeing this side of him.
I thought it was there underneath his calm, confident exterior. But seeing him now with his barriers erased, claiming me as his girl, is more than I even imagined.
He leans forward, pressing his shaft against my aching clit.
I gasp against his neck, savoring the pressure before his mouth finds mine in a hungry kiss.
He pulls his hips back just enough to notch himself at my entrance.
I push my hips forward, wanting to feel the head of his cock in me.
He tightens his grip on my ass, keeping himself right at my opening, teasing me, and working me into a needy mess in his hands.
He looks into my eyes and I can see the resolve in his ice cold blue eyes. “Tell me what you want.”
I loop my arms behind his neck, running my fingers through his hair. “I want you to fuck me, Tommy. Give me all of you.”
He shifts his weight forward, bringing his lips to mine while his cock pushes into me. My lips part and I moan into his mouth, feeling the first few inches of him.
“Don’t worry, we’ll go slow,” he says against my neck. He pulls his hips back before thrusting again, pushing himself just a bit deeper into me than before, filling me and stretching me. My body buzzes with pleasure at the feeling of him, but I still want more.
I look into his eyes and shake my head. “No. I said I want all of you.”
His grin turns feral before he kisses me again, thrusting harder.
I roll my hips, shifting the angle and he drives to the hilt.
My lips part and I gasp, wrapping my legs around him.
My core clenches on his length and he hisses through his teeth.
I splay one hand across his back, cupping his nape with the other.
“Harder,” I breathe into his ear.
He thrusts again, pressing me against the cool glass. The sensation of it against my skin clashes with the warmth of his body on mine. My hips swivel, working my clit against his veiny shaft, building that new knot of tension in me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he says, our eyes falling to where we’re joined. I watch his shaft piston in and out of me, shining with my arousal. “Look at how good you take my cock. So goddamn perfect.”
He drops his mouth to my breast, moaning and nipping. I hold him against me, loving every second of this but craving even more to push me over the edge. “Harder. You’re not going to break me.”
He pumps into me and grunts. “I’m not worried about breaking you.” His eyes meet mine and he smirks at me. “A little worried about these windows though.”
My head sags to his shoulder when something catches my eye across the room. “What about those?”
He follows my eyes and his smile widens, baring his teeth and popping his dimples. He quirks his pierced brow. “Oh, fucking hell yes.”
He grabs me, pulling me from the window and holding me against him.
He turns and strides across the room, still with me impaled on his cock, my legs wrapped around his waist and my boots against his firm ass.
We come to a stop right in front of the swings and fireplace.
“Didn’t have this in mind when I had these put in. ”
“Good thing you have me then. Too bad there’s no fire though,” I say as he slides me off his cock and sets my feet back on the ground, in front of him. My core clenches, instantly protesting the feeling of emptiness and wanting him back inside me.
He smirks and calls over his shoulder. “Alexa, fire on.”
The fireplace turns on with a whoosh of warm air at my back.
I roll my eyes. “Show off.”
He shrugs and then his hands find my waist. He grips me firmly and spins me around, bringing my ass to his front. “Just for you. Now where were we?”
I feel his hard length press against my ass, answering his own question. I grab the ropes on each side of the swing and kneel on the cushion.
He grabs me by my hips, caressing my sides before one of his hands reaches around me and dips between my legs. He finds my clit and deftly plays with my piercing in his fingertips. His fingers work me like someone that’s been strumming a guitar his whole life, making my body sing with pleasure.
His other hand claims me in a possessive way I’ve never felt, his fingers hooking into my hip bone before he pulls me to him, pushing his deliciously thick cock back inside.
I peek over my shoulder and meet his gaze. “Harder.”
“Don’t worry, I didn’t forget,” he says, his voice gravelly and strained.
Slowly, he rocks me on the swing, back and forth, bottoming out and pounding me with each relentless thrust. Each push of his cock fills me, making me feel whole and each retreat makes me crave more of him.
The satisfaction of him listening to me and not holding back like I’m some fragile thing.
Instead, he’s ravaging me exactly how I want him to and it’s everything. I want it rough. I want to feel it. I want him.
I drop my head and look down between my legs, watching the muscles in his toned forearm work, his fingertips playing with my clit in perfect rhythm with how he fucks me. Watching him drives me wild and works me to a fever pitch, ready to come undone again.
“Yes, please. Just like that,” I cry out.
He leans down, bringing his mouth to my ear, kissing my neck.
He runs his hand up from my hip, cupping my breast and tugging on my hard nipple while his relentless pace doesn’t stop.
I feel his warmth everywhere, from his body pressed against my back to his breath on my skin.
Even the fire in front of me reminds me of him.
His ragged, frantic breaths ghost over my ear. “That’s my girl.”
I know one thing in that second, that I want to hear him call me his girl, every day, anytime he wants to. I wanted him to be decisive with me like he normally is in every other part of his life. With each pounding thrust, I know he’s made his decision.
My body responds to his words and I shatter on his cock, moaning his name, and clenching down on him while he’s buried in me.
“Fuck, baby. Yes, that’s it,” he says, pushing into me and pulling me against him in one last driving push, still cupping my breast in his hand.
He grunts and holds me there, with him fully seated inside me and I feel every twitch of his throbbing cock when he spills inside me with nothing between us.
He bends over, staying inside me, looping his arms around my front, pressing my back to his chest. We stay there just like that, bonded together in a heated embrace and I feel his heart pound against my sweat slicked skin.
He presses kiss after kiss to my neck, my shoulders, my back, to the top of my head, praising me, but all I want to do is praise him for not holding back.
A moment passes before he slowly eases out of me and I feel his cum drip down my inner thigh.
He lets out an amused hum when I feel him shift behind me.
I look down between my legs and watch as he drags the head of his cock up my thigh and pushes his cum back inside, claiming me and ruining me all at once.