Chapter 20
We stumble up the stairs into her bus, my hand yanking the door shut behind me as I follow after her. How we got out of the bar to here so quickly, I’m not sure, but I don’t care. Not as long as she keeps kissing me like I’m both her salvation and damnation.
My arm bands around the low of her back, lifting her off her own feet the moment we are on equal ground. Her small frame molding to my front as my hand sweeps out to clear the table top. Her breathless laugh lost in the chaos as I drop her to the table, her hands reaching for my belt eagerly.
Tsking, I shove them away and pin them to the table beside her.
“You don’t get to touch until I say,” I growl against her mouth.
She scoffs, but when I release her wrists she doesn’t reach for me again, spurring a groan of satisfaction from me.
Sliding my hands forward, I wrap my fingers around the fabric of her jean shorts and the lace beneath. “Lift,” I demand.
She arches her hips, allowing me to tug all that fabric down in a smooth motion.
I toss them toward the bench behind the table and grip her knees, spreading them wide.
She curses when I reach for her shirt and remove it much the same.
Grinning when I find the full swell of her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra.
“This has to go,” I purr, plucking the clasp at the back.
She swallows and I watch as her breasts fall from the fabric, spilling out perfectly into my waiting hands.
I spend a moment worshipping them, watching the little micro-expressions that break across her features before moving my grip up to her throat.
She yelps when I shove her back first into the table, her blonde hair spilling out around her face as I come to stand between her parted thighs.
She lays completely bare before me, her chest heaving as her eyes blow wild with fear, wondering what I’ll do to her. A beautiful canvas of lean muscle and skin wrapped around a delicate frame.
I squeeze, reminding myself how easily it would be to just—snap.
I bite down on the dark impulse before it can swell and lower my mouth to the sweet heat of her skin.
My teeth and tongue tracing a path down, down, down.
Down every curve I have been mapping beneath her clothes for weeks.
She rewards me with a moan torn straight from heaven’s throat and I sink to kneel between her thighs.
My focus falling over where she’s already so fucking ready.
“For someone who claimed they didn’t want me, her pussy is awfully fucking needy.” I purr before diving in. My tongue swipes clean up her center, from bottom to top, and the taste of her explodes across my senses. Another groan—this one deeper in my chest—vibrating through me.
Her body arches up and my hand is quick to slide up to her sternum, pinning her to the table and exactly where I want her. I don’t give her time to think past her own pleasure, my tongue carving up to her clit before I latch on.
She screams, bucking off the table when my teeth nip just hard enough to sting and register.
My forearm flexes as I force her right back down, grinning despite myself when her nails sink into my scalp.
The pain registers a moment before I press two of my fingers past her entrance, thrusting hard enough that she rocks back on the table.
Well aware that by the time I am finished with her she’ll walk with a reminder of me for days in the ache between her thighs.
“Alex,” she pleads, her tone wrecked.
She should know by now that there’s no mercy here.
That all we are is all in or nothing at all.
I sink a third finger to join the other two, eyes flicking up in time to watch her brows furrow as I work to stretch her open.
It doesn’t take long and her body is bowing off the table completely, coming on the tip of my tongue and fingers.
Groaning, I lap up every drop of her desire, not stopping until she’s twitching and whining.
I chuckle, wiping my mouth at her thigh before I climb back up her body to survey my handiwork.
She’s flushed, her skin warmed and her lashes fluttering where they are hooded over her steel-green eyes.
My hands slide to span down her curves, over the swell of her thighs and to the junction behind her knees.
“Hold them,” I growl and shove them toward her chest. Her eyes pop open at that, to be so open and exposed before me, but she takes them without fight. My eyes dropping to the chipped black paint on her nails as they bite into the softness of her own skin.
I ease back on my heels, her body wrecked with tremors as I take my time undressing under her careful gaze.
Letting my eyes devour just as thoroughly as my mouth had.
Her attention darts down to my cock where it springs free of the boxers I push down my thighs, her throat bobbing before she finds my gaze again.
“You don’t let go of your knees unless I say so, understood?”
She squirms slightly as she watches me stroke myself with her own slick that still wets my fingers.
“Sadie,” I bite, her attention yanking back up to me. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes,” she rasps, her cheeks as red as the damn curtains on the windows at her back.
“Then answer me,” I press forward, running the head of my cock up her center. Cataloguing the little breathless whimper that breaks from her, but she manages to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth to answer.
“Okay, yes… okay,” she babbles.
I smirk.
“Good girl,” I muse and bottom out inside of her.
She screams, her back arching completely off the table as my hands catch her hips.
I drag her right back down to remain impaled fully, until her ass presses firmly against my hips.
I should have probably been a little bit nicer in working her up, but I think we both know by this point that Sadie isn’t opposed to a little pain.
Not when it burns something alive in her and brings exactly who she is right to the surface.
I drag her hips higher, adjusting the angle so that I can hit deeper—sweeter.
I can’t tear my eyes from the way her face contorts, from the way her lips fall open and her head kicks back against the table. The wild strands of her golden waves spilling over the edges. Only when she’s not clinching me within an inch of her life do I pull out to the tip and plunge back in.
“Fuck,” she hisses at the impact.
“Now you can move your hands.”
She drops them, and my own immediately take up the space they had just vacated. Opening her up further as I set a punishing pace. Her hands fly to clutch either side of the table by her hips, her body jerking on the surface with each collision of our bodies.
She sounds exquisite too—the echoes falling from her without reserve.
I know the table is probably killing her back, that the damn thing is liable to break with how hard I thrust into her, but I can’t stop.
Won’t stop.
I release one of her knees and reach down, pressing my palm into the low of her stomach as I adjust the angle again.
She nearly comes off the fucking table and I groan as I slide her knee up over my shoulder.
Turning my face into the heat gathered on her skin as I bite down just hard enough to leave a bruise.
She can’t form a coherent sentence. Not that I blame her, I’m not too far off from oblivion myself.
She’s hot and tight and completely mine.
“You’re going to come again for me,” I grind out past my own heaving chest. My thumb drops to her clit, tracing tight circles as I watch her tears streak what little makeup she had been wearing.
I have to stop myself from shoving her knee off my shoulder to lean down and lick them up.
Knowing that I’ve got her right on the edge, and if I stop now just to taste her tears, she might just kill me for it.
“Alex, I—”
If she was going to say something meaningful, its lost to her orgasm. Her body going vice tight around my cock, so tight that she nearly shoves me out as she loses herself. I grit my teeth, groaning as I force myself through the tight spasms of her muscles and hunt for my own release.
Time does that strange thing it always does when you’re locked in the heat of it. Where everything devolves into sensation and need as she comes again, much to my surprise. And by the time I feel the tell-tale tightening in the low of my spine, she’s already sobbing.
She shoves up onto her elbow, one hand braced against my abs as I refuse to relent, pounding into her as she tells me she can’t bear it.
“You will,” I growl. “Come with me, little fox.”
She shakes her head and I reach, bending forward to get deeper as I take hold of her jaw, locking those pretty green eyes on my own.
“Come. With. Me.”
She detonates.
I nearly black out as my hips stutter, my release white-hot as it lashes through me and spills deep inside of her tight heat.
Not giving a damn about birth control or consequences as I pump into her, wanting to work every last drop deeper.
Wanting to brand her just as physically as my words already have.
Only when she collapses onto the table and I’ve finally softened do I pull out of her. Reaching down, I gather my release where it leaks from her swollen center and stuff it back in, holding it there as she twitches at the intrusion.
“We’re far from finished, little fox.”
Her eyes fly open and I drag her from the table.
Sadie sleeps.
Her body stretched out beside me in the narrow bed of the bus, hair spilled across the cotton in a loose, uneven halo. One of her arms tucked beneath the pillow, the other curved toward me as if her body decided sometime after the exhaustion took her, that this was where it belonged.
My fingers hover above her spine before I let myself touch again. Careful as I trace down it, following the subtle rise and fall beneath her skin. She’s peppered in blossoming bruises where we may have gotten a little rough, but she hadn’t complained so I hadn’t stopped.
I map her with my fingers. Every vertebra. Every shallow dip.
She doesn’t stir and I exhale quietly through my nose and let my palm flatten between her shoulder blades. She radiates heat, and the awareness of it sinks deep. I’m acutely conscious of the fact that she’s here because she chose to be.
My mouth curves slightly at the declaration in my mind. Something born from the primal part of my brain that hisses about her belonging to me. That she is mine in every way that counts.
I drop my mouth and kiss the mark already blooming on the swell of her shoulder where my teeth had sank when I had her pinned to the cabinets.
Not enough to break skin, but she had screamed and clawed at my shoulders exquisitely.
The lines stinging with every shift of my shoulder blades, but I’d gladly wear them.
I’d gladly have her do it all over again.
My fingers resume their slow path as I gently kiss her heated skin, thumb brushing the swell of her ass before I palm it possessively.
My eyes dip to my grip as she murmurs in her sleep and arches slightly.
Soon she’d take me there too, we would just need a little more prep for that.
I’m confident after probing it tonight with my thumb that she hasn’t taken anyone there, not with the way she had fought me back on it.
Something about that fills me with a sick kind of anticipation.
I pull my hand away and slide it back to her hip, pleased that she’s so worn out she doesn’t rouse to the feel of me over her. I shift so that my body hovers over the top of her, my cock already hard again where I let it slide over the low of her back.
She doesn’t so much as stir as I shift onto one palm and reach down to grip myself, lifting my hips so that I can line up with her. She’s taken much tonight, but I’ve not had enough.
I’m not sure I ever will.
I sink into her and she stirs beneath me, my hand sliding to her hip to hold her steady as I remain inside of her, not wanting to pull her awake yet.
I know exactly what I am.
I know what I’m capable of and I know the lines I cross daily with her. But there are no more rules and no more pretending this can be segmented into sessions or professional distance. She’s seen all of me now and instead of recoiling in fear, she leaned in.
That earns her something.
I pull from her gently and thrust back in, enough for her eyes to reel beneath her lashes. My hips begin a lazy roll as I coax her from her sleep, her gasp lost as I drop my mouth down to her ear the moment her eyes fly wide.
“Don’t move,” I murmur. “Close your eyes.”
She shudders, biting her lip and the smile that tries to form there as she does as she’s told.
There’s power in it, pretending to be asleep as I fuck into her. My hand slides to her head, pressing her cheek into the mattress as I finally let the leash snap. I’ve never done gentle, and by the moans being given to the mattress Sadie doesn’t want it that way.
I groan as I come inside of her for the fourth time tonight.
Her body going lax beneath me as I pull free and drop into the bed, my hand sliding to the small of her back where my fingers splay protectively.
She doesn’t say a word to me and I listen as her breathing slowly evens out again, my eyes tracing the metal roof of her bus and the bolts that rust where they connect.
I imagine all the ways the world could try to take her from me; fear, guilt, well-meaning voices telling her to run or report me or save herself.
They won’t understand this if she tried to explain it.
And I can’t have that.