Chapter 19 Holt
NINETEEN
HOLT
We’ve barely made it through the front door when I’m tearing Selene’s dress off her body. Now that I’ve buried myself inside her, she’s all I want. Could ever want.
I’ve been obsessed with her for years, believing she was never within my reach. And although I’d convinced myself she was only doing this to play along for the media, because she simply doesn’t do relationships, deep down, I know she feels differently now.
Or else she wouldn’t be standing in my living room, about to be completely naked.
Her gasp tears through my apartment as I rip her dress from her body.
It falls to a puddle at her feet. With her back toward me, she looks over her shoulder, and I nearly fall to my knees.
Her green eyes shimmer in the dim lighting.
She looks up at me through her dark lashes, resting her chin on her shoulder.
“Are you going to stand there all night staring at me like you don’t know what to do with me? ”
“Oh, I know exactly what I’m going to do with you.” I grab her hip, spin her around, and grip her ass to lift her up.
She squeals and wraps her legs around me.
I kiss her. I don’t want to stop. I love the way she tastes and feels. I could do this forever. Bask in this feeling. Life can be complete and utter shit, but being with Selene makes me believe otherwise.
Keeping one arm under her, I move my other to her front and palm her breast. She tilts her head back as I flick my thumb over her nipple, and I grow painfully hard.
“Fuck, Holt.” She closes her eyes as I carry her back to my bedroom. “I want to feel you inside me again. I need to.” She wraps her fist around my tie, pulling me to her, as she studies me again. “Please,” she begs against my mouth.
I give her a coy smile. “God, I love it when you beg.”
She tugs on my tie again, raveling it around her fist. “Keep that up, and we’ll see who gets the punishment.”
“That wasn’t a lie, Wallflower.” I pinch her nipple again, squeezing her ass cheek in my hand other hand.
“I could still punish you.” She sticks her tongue out and drags it across my bottom lip, tasting me. “I could tease you by refusing to give in to what you want.”
“You’d be punishing us both then.” I’ve made it to the edge of my bedroom when I move my hand from her breast to her aching clit. “Your cunt is soaking wet for me again. It’s obvious what you want.”
She leans forward and gently sinks her teeth into my lip. I hiss at the pleasure coursing through my body.
After biting me, she gently kisses the same spot. “Then, do something about it.”
I take the few steps forward and drop her onto my bed. She sinks into it effortlessly. Fuck, she’s gorgeous spread out for me. Her blonde hair is splayed out around her, and her skin glows from the city lights pouring through the windows.
She sits up on her elbows and bends one leg, dragging her foot along the silk. With hooded eyes, she watches me as I undo my tie.
“Turn over,” I order, lowering my voice.
She cocks a brow, the corner of her mouth lifting. “Please?”
“It wasn’t a request.” With my tie in one hand, I lean down and slide my hands up the length of her body. I’m inches above her as I crawl until my face is above her chest.
I stick my tongue out and flick it across the swollen, peaked bud, then I blow across it. A sweet moan climbs up Selene’s throat, and she tilts her head back, exposing her neck. “Look at me.”
She obeys.
“About what you said at the Opera House.” I kiss her breast, all the while keeping my eyes pinned to hers. She’s breathing heavily, caught in a trance. She’s trying hard to keep it together, but so am I.
Selene’s used to maintaining this image she’s created for herself, but I love seeing her drop her walls for me.
“What did I say?” she pants.
I drag my teeth across her nipple then kiss her again. “About your lies.”
“I… I don’t remember,” she stutters, squeezing her eyes shut.
I pull her nipple into my mouth and suck.
Her eyes pop open, and she wiggles beneath me.
My cock is throbbing, aching to be inside her.
I suck hard, puckering my lips before pulling back as her nipple pops from my mouth. “You’re lying again.”
She wraps a hand around the back of my head. Her nails scrape against my scalp. “I asked you what you were going to do about it.”
I smirk. “That’s my girl.” I grip her breast and squeeze, pulling her nipple up again. I lap my tongue over it, swirling it around before wrapping my lips around it again. Then I come back up. “Is this you giving me permission to punish you?”
Her eyes soften and she pauses. I see the cracks in her armor. Her vulnerability.
“I… I, um… I don’t know. I want to but…” She swallows and parts her lips. “I’ve just never done it before.”
“Only when you give me the word,” I reassure her.
“Okay.”
She mews quietly as I work my hand down the length of her body, dragging it down her breast then her stomach before cupping her sweet pussy.
“Do you trust me?” I ask as she falls to the mattress and arches her back.
“Yes.”
“Look me in the eye and tell me you trust me.”
Her chin meets her chest, and her eyes meet mine. “I trust you.”
“Good.” I kiss her breast before settling myself between her legs. I part them with my knees, then press them into the mattress, towering over her. “Give me your wrists.”
This time, she doesn’t ask me to say please. She obeys with a heated gaze and a faint smile of anticipation.
I can practically feel her buzzing beneath me. Sitting up on my knees, I wrap my tie around her wrists, binding them together before lifting them over her head. Then I tie the other end to my bedframe. She’s panting under me, her eyes following my handiwork.
Once I’m finished ensuring she’s secure, I lower myself back down to her level. My hands press into the mattress at her sides as I lean down and kiss her on the mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say against her mouth before sliding my tongue against hers.
She pulls up to meet me, deepening our kiss.
My heart beats wildly. Normally, I detach my emotions when I’m with a woman, but it’s impossible with Selene. I don’t know where my body and heart begins or ends. It’s all one with her. I can’t be with her and not think about how I feel. It’s debilitating, scary yet exhilarating all at once.
“Holt, I…” She tries to pull away, but I stop her by pressing my finger to her mouth.
“Shh.” I clear my throat, my dick throbbing. “I know what you’re going to say.”
“No.” She licks her lips, shaking her head. “I don’t think you do.”
“Actually, I do.” I slip my fingers between her dripping wet slit and circle her clit before slipping them inside her.
I hook my fingers, reaching up to the one spot that causes her back to arch and her neck to tighten as she gasps, throwing her head back.
The tie pulls on her wrists as she tugs against them.
“I’ve thought about you for years,” I confess. “I’ve watched you. You think I just showed up to your yoga class because Julianna told me about it once.”
“You’ve been stalking me?” she asks, her voice cracking.
I chuckle, loving the way her body is reacting to my touch. “Stalking. Watching. Protecting. Call it what you want, but I’ve been obsessed.”
“Then, why?” She rocks against my hand, clearly wanting more. “`Why didn’t you say anything before?”
“Because, Wallflower.” I drop my voice, my patience growing thin with every moment that passes where I’m not burying my cock inside her.
“You’re clearly out of my league. And I know you…
” I press my mouth to the swell of her breast, looking up at her with hooded eyes.
“But I intend to show you exactly how I feel about you so there’s no mistaking it. ”
“Holt…” She pants, lifting her hips. “I can’t make—”
Then I’m between her legs, dragging my tongue along her slit.
Her spine stiffens the moment my tongue meets her swollen clit. She arches her back, and I can hear the pull of my tie as it strains against the pressure.
I grin against her and flick my tongue over her clit. Back and forth. Up and down. Over and over. I keep my fingers inside her, pressing my hand flat against her lower belly to keep her still. She resists, but her moans quickly fill my bedroom.
“God, your cunt tastes so sweet,” I tell her. “Just like you.”
“I’m not sweet.” She rolls her hips back and then up again. “Oh, fuck.”
I let out a sardonic laugh. “There’s another lie we’re going to have to rectify later.”
“I’m going to come, Holt.” She moans. “Fuck, I want to touch you.”
“Not yet,” I tell her, then my mouth is back on her sweet cunt. I bite and suck and tease until her thighs are on either side of my head. “I want you coming all over my mouth. I want your pussy crying out for me, telling me you got my message.”
“What message?”
I suck on her clit, pinching it between my teeth. She hisses, and, fuck, my resolve is waning. “That there isn’t any question as to what I feel for you.” I blow a tiny breath across her pussy.
She looks down at me.
“Now, come for me, Wallflower.”
Her thighs press against my head the second I’m working her clit again. I drag my tongue up and down her slit while pumping my fingers in and out of her. I wrap my free hand over the top of her thigh, holding her down as she moans.
“Oh, God, Holt, I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” I growl.
She does as I command. Her body writhes against the bed. The restraints are pulled taut as her chest quivers with her orgasm. Her thick thighs press against the side of my head as she cries out.
I keep working her, letting her cries tell me when she’s coming down from her orgasm. I watch her in amazement, making sure to take in every detail. The way her hair shines in the lights above my bed. The way her fingers grip the tie. The way she tilts her head back, gasping for air.
My cock twitches, and I need her now. She’s so fucking wet for me.