Chapter 14 #4
Thorne leans forward, gathering my hair and pushing it behind my shoulders.
Taking his time to decide, he trails his fingers across my chest, slowly making his way down to pinch my nipples.
He rolls them between his fingers, and my grip on him grows tighter as I try to focus on the task at hand when his touch is so distracting.
“To start, you’re going to get me off with these perfect tits.” He flicks one sensitive peak before chasing away the sting with a soothing pass of his wet thumb. “But I’m going to need you to come here first.” He pats his leg expectantly.
Crawling into his lap, I gasp as the cold leather and metal of his thigh harness bite into my bare skin.
My hips roll as I grind myself against it, the hard ring pressing deliciously against my clit.
Hawthorne’s fingers dig into my flesh as I lose myself in the motion, a moan escaping me.
Hawthorne swallows the sound with a claiming kiss while his hands cup my breasts.
Turning his attention to my nipples, he touches me lightly, teasing before taking one between his lips.
Flicking motions of his tongue make my toes curl as I squirm in his lap.
Moving on to my other breast, he drags his tongue over the skin, sucking and licking and nipping with his teeth until I’m fighting every urge to slip his dick inside me and ride him just to let out all the pent-up energy he’s building inside me.
But he reminds me of his request, tapping the side of my thigh before guiding me down to the floor.
Hungry to please, I position his dick between my breasts, holding them together as I start to stroke him.
With added pressure, I move up and down his shaft, speeding up stroke by stroke. Hawthorne’s ravenous eyes never leave my chest.
“Faster. Fuck, yeah, just like that.” His hips jerk as I follow instructions.
Sticking my tongue out, I let his tip glide over it a few times before leaning forward to take more of him into my mouth.
“That’s good. Come on, baby, take this dick.
” He gathers my hair in his hand for more control.
“Let me feed it to you inch by inch. Open wide.” I do as he asks, taking him deeper in my throat, eager to show him just how much I adore him.
Pleased, he caresses a thumb along my jaw, massaging the hinge. “That’s my girl, so good for me.”
Moaning around his dick, drool spills through the seam of my lips as he fills me so fully with each thrust of his hips.
“Do you like it when I use you like this?”
I nod as tears pour from my eyes with the next hard thrust.
“Yeah, baby, I know. I don’t need to hear you say the words, feeling how much you enjoy me fucking your throat will do just fine.
” His hand cradles the back of my head as he buries himself deeper.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come.” His hips jerk roughly.
“Do you want to swallow every drop? Or should I paint these tits for everyone to see, remind them who you belong to?”
I grab my breasts, ready for him.
“Yeah, I like that idea too.” He pulls out of me, tugging his length a few more times before he releases on my chest in hot bursts as he covers my tattoos with his warm, sticky cum.
Needing the taste I missed out on when he pulled from my throat, I swipe a finger through the mess on my chest, but he grabs my wrist before I make it to my mouth.
“That’s not for you, it’s for me.” Directing my hand between my thighs, he dips it between the lips of my dripping cunt before sliding it between his teeth. “Fuck, you’re so exquisite.” His hands take mine as he helps me stand.
“Show me how wet sucking my dick makes you. I want to see how badly you need me to fill you up again.”
Turning around, I slowly bend over until my hands meet the coffee table, putting my pussy right at eye level.
Leisurely, he clasps his hands around my upper thighs and gently applies pressure as he spreads me open. “You’re dripping, My Omen. Fuck, this pussy needs me. And to think, you kept her from me for so long.”
“I do. I need you.” With his hands on my body, a deep ache opens within me. I clench on nothing as he patiently watches my pussy beg for him.
“Use your fingers, show me how badly you crave me.” I whine as he leans back against the couch, putting far too much distance between us. “Go on; on your knees for me, baby. Put on a show for me, and maybe we’ll have an encore.”
Sinking to the floor, I lay my upper half across the coffee table, angling my ass and hips up so he has an unobstructed view of me touching myself.
I don’t waste any time slipping two fingers inside. It’s not enough, never could be, but I pump inside myself, nonetheless. With each thrust, more arousal pours from me. Adding another finger makes it noisy as I stuff them in and drag them out.
“Look at how your pussy talks to me,” Hawthorne groans as he shifts to the edge of the couch. “Fuck, I think this is my new favorite thing to watch, you playing with this pretty pussy just for me.”
My hips swivel as I chase more fullness, more pressure, more everything that I desperately need from him. The sounds become more obscene as fuck into myself with zero restraint, as my other hand clutches at the coffee table.
“Are you ready for me?” His palm rubs along my spine.
“Y-yes. I’m ready,” I say between panting breaths. I thrum with excitement as he slides down behind me and pulls my hips back.
“My turn, Nightingale.” Gripping my wrist, he pulls my fingers out before guiding my body into a sitting position and lining me up over his hard dick. Holding the base, he waits for me to lower myself down onto him.
Taking the head, I moan at how much better this feels than my fingers. Arching my back, I force myself to go slow, prolonging the feel of the veiny ridge hitting me just right.
“Fuck, you take me so beautifully. I have half a mind to just keep you here, so snug and warm, around me.”
“Thorne,” I beg for mercy, and more arousal leaks down my thighs.
“Say it again,” he says as he bites into my shoulder.
“Thorne. Make me come, please,” I ask, feeling like a pathetic mess as I grip the table for support, as I restrain myself from grinding on his lap.
“That’s it. All you have to do is ask like the beautifully desperate little thing that you are.
Of course I’ll give you what you need.” One hand splays across my stomach, those tattooed eyes getting a front-row view of him teasing my clit, while the other hand encircles my throat, his thumb hooking in my mouth.
“But I’m not going nice and soft. I need to hear you scream my name as you come on uncontrollably on my dick.
I want you to let go, lose control, show me that you trust me to protect you when you’re invoking my name for everyone to hear who exactly you belong to. ”
Spreading my thighs farther apart, I relax against him, relinquishing control as I take the last inch of him.
“Yes. Whatever you say, Mr. Addams,” I say before gently sinking my teeth into the inked bone that runs along the top of his thumb.
A shudder rolls through him, and then he’s tightening his fingers around my neck.
“That’s a good start.” He strokes along my tattoo before he angles his hips up for a brutal thrust that nearly makes me fall forward. “You better hold onto something.” It’s the only warning I get before he shifts into position and starts thrusting into me relentlessly.
“Yes, Thorne, don’t stop.” Grabbing onto the coffee table, I take each rewarding snap of his hips.
The cum on my chest makes a mess of the rich wood as the collective force of our bodies pushes it forward, my slick fingers losing their grip as he fucks into me, but before I can fall, he pulls me back against him and kicks it out of the way while still pumping into me.
Fucking hell, I forgot how strong he is. That slim, athletic build is deceiving.
“Come on, baby. Tell them. Whose pussy is this?” Guiding me forward onto my hands and knees until I’m flat on the floor, Hawthorne lies over me and slides himself in and out with slower, but no less punishing strokes that tease then spear me over and over again.
“Yours. Yours. Yours,” I chant while I take each thrust.
“That’s right baby, invoke me.” He slides a hand under my stomach, angling my hips up.
“Fuck, Hawthorne,” I whine. “You’re so deep, I can feel you everywhere.” His hip bones pound against my ass with each deep stroke that has my thighs shaking. I’m so close.
“Turn over, let me see those eyes roll back as I steal this orgasm from you.”
Noticing his cum has largely been wiped clean from our fucking, he slows his hips. “That just won’t do.” Reaching for one of the white taper candles on the side table, he tilts it, dripping burning hot wax over my peaked nipples one after the other.
The moan that escapes me is nothing short of wanton as the burn sharpens, then fizzles out as it hardens on my sensitive flesh.
“Can you handle it, Nightingale?”
“Yes, don’t stop.” I clench around him, aching for more.
He doesn’t hesitate, tipping the candle and hovering it over my skin. Letting it drop onto my skin in sensuously slow motions.
“Spell it out for me.” He takes his time moving it up and down.
“T…H,” we say together. “O…”
“R,” I gasp, trembling with each hot pour across my skin.
“N,” he groans, burying himself impossibly deeper inside me.
“E,” we moan together. The last of the wax hardens on my skin.
“There we go, much better.” Hawthorne stills above me as he stares down at my chest in admiration.
“You look so good with my name across your tits. A fucking work of art if I’ve ever seen one.
” Returning the candle to its brass holder, he resumes his thrusting, then takes my knee, shoving it upward as he uses it as leverage to stuff me with his cock over and over again until I can’t tell where he ends and I start.
“Oh, God.”
He pinches my clit, forcing a yelp from me.
“Did I say call out to God? No. I said, say my name if you want to come.” He releases the sensitive bud, rolling his finger over it in coaxing circles that have hips arching off the floor.
“Come on baby, just let me hear it one more time, and I’ll let this pretty pussy have what it’s begging for. ”
“Thorne, make me come.”
Finally, he shows me mercy, giving the pointed attention I need to orgasm. “Come for me, Thorne. Come inside me, right now.” Clenching around his dick like my life depends on it, he’s forced to come moments later.
After cleaning up, removing the hardened wax, and showering, I’m so exhausted that I collapse into bed. But while my body is tired and sated, my mind keeps racing.
“I often wonder…” I’m lost in thought as I twirl the streak of white hair around my fingers.
“What?”
“I wonder what would have happened if he hadn’t been possessing you when I resuscitated you.” The curls bounce back across his forehead as I release them. “Would you have become what you are? Would you have even been savable?”
Bringing my hand to his lips, he kisses it gently, a balm that soaks through my skin and eases my internal wounds momentarily.
“Does it matter? There’s no going back in time to that moment.
What-if’s aren’t going to do us any good.
” He gently brushes my hair away, softening the impact of his words. “Promise me we’ll focus on the future.”
“I promise.”
“Good.” He reinforces his approval with a kiss to the forehead. “Tomorrow I’ll have a meeting with Mendez, put a plan together.”
“Can I go with you?”
“You know I’d love nothing more than to bring you, but Ozzie’s very private. He’s uptight about bringing other people in…not that you’re ‘other people’ to me, but to him, you’re a stranger. It’s just—”
“No. It’s okay. I understand. To them, I’m the girl who ran off on you in the middle of the night. Of course, I can’t be trusted.”
“I know they’ll come around to you.”
“I would honestly be disappointed if your friends weren’t protective of you.”
“It’s not just that. It’s everything we’ve built.
This isn’t just some little group. They’re the real deal, and as the biggest investor, I like to let Mendez have his rules, if only just to reassure him.
” A sly smirk adds a playful edge to his features that I could melt under.
“We all know that at the end of the day, I’m going to get my way.
He just needs some buttering up. He needs someone to loosen those strings he’s got wound way too tight. ”
“You haven’t changed a bit.” I understand just how easy it is to love Hawthorne, and how impossible it is to say no to him. He just has that way with people, maybe because he uses his powers of persuasion with good intentions. “Promise you won’t keep me in the dark?”
“Of course. I promise.”
“I want to help. Whatever you have planned, I want to help us get to the other side of this mess.”
“I know.” Hawthorne brings my knuckles to his lips and kisses each one like I’m some kind of queen.
“And I also know that you’re not one to let go of a grudge.
” His lips make a trail up my arm, over my shoulder, and along my neck until they’re against the shell of my ear.
“I would never deny you the justice you’re owed.
He’ll regret every setting his sights on you. ”
As if he didn’t just promise me the world, he pulls the chain on the lamp, immersing us in darkness, and pulls me against his chest. The other arm wraps around my waist in a hold that I never want to escape.
There is nothing more perfect than falling asleep in his arms. If I died right here, right now, I’d die happy.
If only Ivan weren’t waiting for me on the other side.