Chapter 11 #2
I shoved my thigh between hers and dragged my hand down, slipping it under the hem of her shirt, palm flattening over her ribs.
Her skin was warm, and her chest rose and fell as she’d just run full tilt down the block.
She moaned into my mouth when my hand cupped her breast. Full and round, so damn perfect.
My cock throbbed hard against the seam of my jeans.
Her nipple peaked under my palm, and I rolled it between two fingers, slowly at first, then rougher when she arched into the touch like she needed the burn of it.
“Mine, Rylin,” I growled against her mouth, voice low and guttural. “You get that yet?”
She gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders through the soft cotton of my T-shirt. “Micah—”
“That’s not a fucking answer,” I muttered, pressing my hips into her so she could feel exactly what she was doing to me.
I was rock-hard, straining against the fly of my jeans, and when her body shifted just right, her heat rubbed along the length of my cock through two thin layers of fabric.
I let out a strangled sound that might’ve been a curse or might’ve been her name.
Didn’t fucking matter. I was about to lose my mind.
I tore my mouth away from hers and grabbed the hem of her shirt with both hands, yanking it up over her head in one rough pull.
Her hair tumbled loose around her face as the fabric cleared her arms, and she blinked up at me, dazed and flushed, her lips swollen from my kiss.
Her bra was baby blue, some lacy little scrap with her nipples barely contained behind the thin mesh.
The adrenaline from everything that had happened pumped in my veins, snapping the threads of my control.
Possessiveness clawed at my nerves, sharper because of the fear I’d felt at the thought of losing her.
I just shoved the cups down, dragging them under the swell of her plump globes and out of my way.
“These tits,” I muttered, palms sliding up to mold around them. “Fucking mouthwatering.”
I bent my head and latched onto one, drawing the nipple into my mouth and sucking hard. Her whole body jerked. She let out a ragged cry and fisted her hands in my hair, pulling at the strands like she didn’t know whether she wanted to stop me or make me go deeper.
I used one hand to cup and lift her tit toward my mouth, keeping the other occupied—palming the opposite mound. My fingers dragged over the nipple again and again, twisting and plucking, until it was just as tight and flushed as the one I had in my mouth.
She whimpered, writhing against me, thighs rubbing together. “Micah…please—”
I didn’t let up. I sucked harder, teeth grazing the sensitive skin just to feel the way she shuddered against me. My fingers pinched and tugged the other puckered tip with no mercy. She cried out again, panting like she couldn’t get enough air.
“Say it,” I demanded, pulling back enough to speak, my breath hot and ragged against her wet skin. I dragged my mouth to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment while I waited for her to give me what I wanted.
“Say you’re mine, Rylin. Say it, and I’ll give you what you’re begging for.”
A soft whimper fell from her lips, and I bit down on the peak in my mouth.
Her hips bucked against me. “Yours. I’m yours. Please, Micah.”
I sucked hard once more, then let her nipple go with a wet pop. I pulled back just far enough to look at her. Her eyes were glassy, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed red, and her chest heaved with every sharp breath she dragged in.
“You want to come?” I asked, voice rougher than I meant it to be, my fingers slipping down her belly, toying with the waistband of her shorts. “You want to be fucked?”
She nodded, almost frantic. “Yes. Yes! I—just—please!”
I grinned, letting my thumb slide beneath the band of her panties. The heat coming off her made me groan. “That’s what I thought.”
Her answer lit something in me—primal, filthy, and damn near feral. I didn’t wait. Didn’t ease her into it. I shoved my hand down beneath the waistband of her shorts and into her soaked panties, then yanked the fabric aside and sank my digits into her hot pussy.
She gasped, and her body jolted, hands flying up to clutch my shoulders like she needed something solid to hold on to.
Her nails bit through the thin cotton of my T-shirt and dug straight into my skin, but all I could feel was the heat of her—dripping, slick, and so fucking ready for me that my cock kicked hard behind my fly.
I growled, the sound vibrating in my chest as my fingers slid through her soaked folds.
“That wet for me already, baby?” I curled two fingers inside her, knuckles-deep in her tight, greedy pussy, and felt her pulse around me like she was seconds from breaking. “Fuck. Can’t wait to taste this again.”
She let out a choked sound, and I backed off just enough to tear her shorts and panties down her legs and rip them off.
Then I shot to my feet and shoved my body tighter to hers, trapping her between the wall and everything I was, everything I had for her.
My thumb found her clit and rubbed slow, steady circles that made her knees buckle.
I held her up with the weight of my body, grinding my cock against her thigh while my fingers worked her over, merciless and sure.
Her head fell back with a soft thud, her eyes fluttering shut, and her lips parted.
I leaned in and kissed her throat—open-mouthed and hungry—then bit just beneath her jaw, right where her pulse was thrumming wild.
She gasped again, her hips jerking into my hand.
I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, just kept fucking her with my fingers, rubbing her little bundle of nerves with enough pressure to make her fall apart.
“You feel that?” I muttered against her skin, my breath ragged and teeth grazing her throat. “How fucking good that feels? So damn tight. So wet. So fucking mine.”
Her moan cracked as she twisted in my arms, her thighs quivering around my hand. She was getting close—right on the edge—and I could feel it in every tremble of her body, every broken breath, and every desperate grind of her hips as she chased the orgasm I was holding her against.
“That’s it,” I whispered, my voice dropping to a growl in her ear. “You want to come? Then fucking take it. Let me feel you fall apart, baby.”
Her fingers clawed at my back, her mouth open and breath catching. She was fighting it—trying to hold on—but her body was already giving in.
“Don’t you dare hold back on me,” I breathed against her ear, voice filthy and soft and sharp as a knife. “You’re gonna come, Rylin. Let go. Right fucking now.”
My thumb flicked her clit just right, and she shattered—legs trembling, breath breaking into a sob as her body spasmed around my fingers. Her nails dragged down my back as she came hard, grinding against my hand like she couldn’t get enough. As though she never wanted it to stop.
I kept working her through her release, slowing only when her thighs shook too hard to hold her weight and her forehead dropped to my shoulder, breath hot and broken against my neck.
“Good girl,” I muttered, kissing the shell of her ear, still pulsing my fingers inside her as she rode the last of it out. “So fucking good for me. I’m gonna watch you come like that for the rest of my damn life.”