Chapter 14 #4
"Shiiit!" Heat rushed to my face as I winced from trying to fit all of him inside. Honor's hands gripped my waist, stopping me from moving. His eyes searched mine as if he were ready to pull back.
"I'm good," I murmured, moving slowly.
I danced on the tip, bouncing just enough to turn pain into pleasure.
Honor leaned forward, tongue dragging across my nipples.
My fingers slid into his soft curls, gripping and tugging until a low groan fell from his lips.
The gravelly rasp hit different, feeding a hunger that never felt satiated with Talon.
My hips bucked, pussy swallowing more of him.
"Fuck!" he drawled, lifting up and thrusting deeper. "I know you're new to this grade of dick, but I need you to put that pussy on a nigga." His voice thickened with want. "Not the pussy you was letting ya husband fuck on, but the pussy that gets creamy when a real nigga's in it."
I slowed, shocked by his words. Honor pulled me forward, pressing me down harder on his dick. The sudden shift sent heat rushing through me. My hand slid from his shoulders to the front of his throat, claiming what little dominance I could. His pulse jumped under my touch.
"Pretend this is love," I moaned.
He froze, and I felt it immediately.
The shift.
The pause.
My heart stuttered as Honor pulled back, studying my face. Hope tangled with desperation was written all over me. My gaze dropped first, but he didn't leave it there. His fingers clipped under my chin, bringing my face back to his. Our lips touched. He kissed me greedily, like this was love.
"Rock," he groaned against my lips, "harder."
I gripped his shoulders, rocking my hips harder, scrubbing his dick from the base to the tip.
My body chased the heat building fast between my thighs.
The friction pulled broken moans from my throat.
Throwing my head back, I pinched my nipples, rolling them as Honor did.
He trailed kisses along my jaw, then moved down my neck, breath cool against my skin, until he paused at the soft dip near my shoulder.
His lips hovered like he was debating something I didn't understand.
My fingers slid to the back of his neck, bringing his mouth closer.
I arched toward him, silently asking for more.
"Can I mark you?" he rasped, eyes dark and possessive.
"Don't ask me like you're scared," I breathed. "Mark me like I'm yours."
Honor grinned, something savage flashing behind his gaze. My ass slapped against his thighs, dick dipping in and out of me, filling the air with creamy slurps.
"Sss—"
My skin tightened under his teeth, a cool breath gliding over the tender spot. His bites weren't cruel. They were domineering. He kissed the curve of my shoulder, biting roughly, then kissing, then biting again. The pressure knotting in my stomach unraveled hard and merciless.
My hips… stilled.
My breath… shattered.
My pussy… creamed.
My mind… drunk on Honor.
I rested my forehead against his wanting to feel intimacy in the way that didn't have to do with lust and everything to do with the tenderness of being held.
"You that easy?" he teased, pulling back.
I laughed awkwardly, embarrassed by how badly I wanted this to mean more than what it did.
I moved, letting space come between us, a reminder that he wasn't mine.
His hand fell from my neck, brushing my nipples on the way down.
And like fools in love, they pebbled at his touch.
He noticed and leaned forward, nipping one before I could move out of his reach.
I stood from his lap, pulse still racing and legs not as steady as they should've been.
My body felt electric and unfinished all at once.
"You good?" he asked, eyeing me through narrowed slits.
I nodded, but my clit throbbing stole my voice. I squeezed my thighs together, praying it stopped what I knew only Honor could satisfy in this moment.
"Nah," he grinned, "use them words."
"I'm fine, Honor. If you want to leave, that's—"
"Did I say I wanted to leave?" he growled.
"No, but I thought… I don't know."
"Stop trying to think your way through this shit," he rasped. "We already crossed the line."
"I know."
"Then show me you don't give a fuck."
"Why?" I shot back brows pulling together. "If you care?"
"Show me, Choyce," he repeated.
It wasn't a challenge or another one of our silent dares. It was certainty and desire wrapped in a gravelly, thick tone. I moved away from Honor and grabbed the bottle of D'ussé, bringing it to my lips. Honor's eyes tracked my throat as I swallowed.
I lowered the bottle, wiping my mouth, then asked, "What?"
He stepped closer, his dick pressing into my ass as kisses traced slowly down my spine. For a moment, neither of us moved. The air felt suspended, full of everything we might've been in a different life.
I turned around to face him, and before I could speak, his hands slid down my body and hooked firmly behind my thighs. In one swift motion, he lifted me like I weighed nothing.
"Honor—" I gasped, wrapping my arms around his neck.
"Shh," he murmured, adjusting me higher against his chest.
My legs wrapped around his waist without being told, and my body fit against his like I had been pulled from his rib. The floor creaked beneath his steps as he carried me upstairs and into my bedroom.
"Still with me?" he asked, gazing down at me as if the answer mattered more than I'd ever know.
"Yes," I cooed.
A faint smirk ghosted across his mouth. He laid me down and hovered over me.
"You're beautiful," he groaned, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips.
For a fragile second, I believed this meant something beyond tonight. Beyond a drunken decision and the need to feel desired. I pulled him close, kissing him like I wanted to be soldered into his memory and sucked on his tongue, wanting to leave proof that I'd been there.
"Honor, love me," the cry slipped out broken and desperate, a selfish plea tangled in need.
Honor froze. The softness drained from his expression, replaced by something more controlled.
"I only love her," he gritted, wrapping his hand around my throat as he dug into me with one hard thrust.
Honor ground his hips viciously, fucking my pussy senseless and erasing any trace of our drunken fairytale.
The tenderness was gone. The soft gazes had burned out, leaving behind ashes and the raw truth…
this wasn't forever. Still, I moaned against him, my body surrendering to his every thrust without shame.
Pleasure flooded through me in warm, trembling waves.
I savored it all. Because, regardless of us only being a moment, Honor still managed to make me feel chosen.