Chapter 20
Chelsea
Hot sex.
Was there anything better?
Oh, yes, there was. Hot sex with the sexiest man alive.
Roy AKA Cole AKA the Rebel was all that and much more.
The feel of his cock buried deep inside was so amazing, I dug the fingers of one hand into his massive forearm while I clawed the rug. With the force used in pulling it, I knew I’d likely leave here after purchasing the rug for my living room.
I just didn’t care.
“Yes. Yes…” I arched my back, lifting my hips as much as his heavy weight would allow. I wanted his cock slid in even deeper, filling me completely.
“So wet, Clementine. So fucking hot.” Hearing his ragged voice, the tone deeper than ever before was just as thrilling as the moment.
I’d convinced myself we’d never be this way again. While I usually hated being wrong, not this time. I hadn’t realized how much my body had craved his until this moment.
It was as if his cock was a drug and I was a junkie in need of a fix.
With the orgasm keeping my body tingling, I was flying high on sheer euphoria. He pulled out, leaving only the tip inside and I was suddenly fearful he’d pull all the way out. I wrapped my legs around his, entwining my feet together.
He pulled his head up, the same dimpled grin greeting me. “Relax, babe. I’m just getting started.”
Words I hoped I’d hear again.
And again.
When he thrust in a second time, I raked my nails down his arm, not realizing how sharp they were or how much force I’d used. We both glanced at the lines I’d created, laughing until he offered another one of his deep growls.
As he pushed up from the rug, hanging his head over me, his chest rose and fell. The way he was looking at me was so possessive as if I belonged to him.
Like a mate.
The thought rolled around in my mind and for whatever reason, the ache was even more intense.
He never blinked, never darted his eyes away, keeping them steady on me as he developed a rhythm. There was something very powerful about his level of control, allowing me to enjoy the moment without taking away too much.
But I was almost too far gone with need, incapable of the same patience. I arched my back again, bucking against him as he took slow and easy strokes.
My pussy muscles constricted around his shaft, pulling him in deeper just like I’d wanted. Every inch of my skin was as sensitive as my clit had been, my nipples aching to the point I was panting harder. Faster.
Like an animal.
Thankfully, the strokes became harder. Faster. Controlled yet intense.
Sweat beaded across his face, drops falling ever so slowly to my face and chest. I loved the way his hair was already damp from exertion, the long, thick curls falling into his face. He rose onto his hands, lifting his torso and peering down at me.
Still with the soulful eyes.
As soon as I pressed my hand against his chest, his nostrils flared. It seemed as if he stopped breathing altogether.
I’d heard about moments of two people connecting, of being so close that you could read each other’s minds, but only when engaging in acts of passion.
I’d read enough romances to know that very moment in the book, the point when the reader slipped further under the covers, hearts ready and eager to accept that the hero and heroine were becoming one, but I’d laughed at the thought.
Yet here I was, staring into not quite human eyes and experiencing the most glorious sensations of my life.
He slowed the rhythm, dropping his head every few seconds to press kisses against my lips.
And my chin. Even biting my cheek more than once.
My pussy clenched and released, the pressure building. I’d never believed bliss was possible, but now I knew better. I was alive with prickles of electricity.
Just when I believed or maybe I hoped my body would initiate a full surrender, he pulled all the way out.
“What are you doing?”
He rose to his knees, his grin boyish. “Don’t worry, babe. Like I said. We’re just getting started.”
I wasn’t a small girl by any means, but with one arm swept under me, he easily lifted me inches off the rug, spinning me around and placing me on all fours. Laughing nervously, I tossed my head over my shoulder, thankful there was no roaring fire, or I wouldn’t be able to breathe.
Every breath he took was exaggerated, all with a glorious primal sound that constantly reminded me he was more than just a typical man.
Roy was so much more.
As he dragged the rough pads of two fingers down my spine, I shuddered both visibly and audibly while stars floated in front of my eyes.
His touch was different, his closeness stronger and evoking so many emotions.
My pussy ached, juice slickening the insides of my thighs. I was at the point of begging him to continue fucking me.
When he cracked his hand on my bottom, the move was so unexpected I jumped.
“Ouch!” As if the action hurt.
“Mmm… Maybe you need more.” He wasn’t asking. He was telling me, cracking his palm from one side to the other not once or twice, but four times.
A series of moans slipped past my lips, sensual and ragged while tiny vibrations skipped down my back. I undulated my hips and the ache only increased, my core molten lava.
He was obviously enjoying himself and my reaction, issuing another few smacks, his hand creating additional tingles running down both legs.
I cinched my eyes shut, laughing softly since I was clawing the rug. What did the bear ever do to me? When I heard his deep breath and felt his rock-hard cock pressed against my aching bottom, I held my breath.
All he was doing was teasing me, even rubbing the tip up and down my pussy while I pushed back, the beg silent.
His chuckle meant he wasn’t about to give in. Six additional cracks of his hand, the sound louder than before. The pain was delicious and I sensed my body and soul falling prey to his dominant nature. That wasn’t like me, but it would seem with him anything was possible.
This time as I jutted my hips back, I heard a grunt in response just before he slipped his cockhead past my swollen folds. Another moment where I held my breath, feeling the ragged pulse in my throat and chest.
In feeling his fingers digging into the skin on my hips, I couldn’t stop shuddering if I tried. This was different, a new experience and one I couldn’t explain. Being with him was amazing, but us together as a couple had no definition that I could find and it confused me.
Roy slipped a couple of inches inside, taking his time while the low rumble coming from his chest permeated the air around us. Another growl led to three more smacks on my bottom. I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d left marks for me to see and enjoy.
Wasn’t that crazy?
No one had ever spanked me before and while these weren’t love taps, more as if declaring ownership, I was enthralled. Being with him was crazy good, so freeing I was floating on air.
He finally gripped my other hip and thrust the entire length of his cock inside. Hearing the dark, deep rumble vibrating through his body left me shaking and wanting more.
I continued clawing the rug, embracing the fact every inch of my body was shaking. I’d never felt so primal or free. My pussy ached deep into my core, the heat rising between us exhausting and explosive yet so exciting.
He began driving deep inside with long, even strokes. Our breathing was labored, every sound more animalistic.
And I could swear his cock was swelling even more, stretching my muscles. The sensations were completely electric, creating such a lightheaded moment. Still panting, I swung my head back and forth, uncertain what was happening.
He took and held a deep breath, and I could feel he was entirely different than before. As if more beast than man.
“What is happening?” I managed, although I no longer recognized my own voice. Sultry. Deep. Husky. My mind was spinning in the way my pussy was throbbing.
It was crazy.
It was intense.
I was breathless, aching all over. Hungering for more.
But I knew exactly what was occurring between us, something I would have never believed until recently.
A myth. A sarcastic horror movie. A dark, delicious romance book involving shifters.
Not real life. But with his cock growing and my reaction, I could try to deny what we were doing, but there was no denying what nature intended.
“Everything I want to give you.” The words were whispered in my ear, his heated breath tickling my cheek and the slow and easy dart of his tongue engulfing my world in fire.
Every sensation was heightened. Every breath I claimed making me lightheaded. His rhythm increased, now pounding into me and I felt so full, so amazing.
When he fisted my hair, wrapping his fingers in the long strands and tugging my head, another nervous laugh escaped, followed by a series of moans.
Damn it, the man was playing my body perfectly and within seconds, the electric vibrations humming through every muscle pulled me into another orgasm. This one was so powerful the shaking turned almost violent.
Pounding of flesh against flesh combined with scattered moans.
The fire was burning brightly between us.
“Oh. Oh. Yes…” My eyes remained closed and I was shocked I felt even fuller. We were locked together in extreme passion, the climax merely icing on the cake.
Only when my body stopped shaking did I feel he was ready to release and there was nothing more I wanted than for him to fill me with his seed.
“Fuck,” he muttered. Every muscle in his body was spasming. As soon as his cock erupted, another growl permeated the room and he fell over me.
There was nothing more comforting than having the full weight of his body pressed against mine.
With his cock still throbbing, my pulse racing in perfect unison, I finally felt a sense of peace.
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Cole
Maybe it was crazy to bring her to my hometown. It was definitely nutty to rent the cabin as Mr. and Mrs. Smith. While the older woman at the small desk hadn’t said a word, chastising or otherwise, there was no doubt she’d recognized me. How did I know that for certain?