14. Chapter 14
Rox
He tasted of comfort and sin, all wrapped up in one, but I needed him in a way I couldn’t quite comprehend. My stomach still itched from his possessiveness, but I was finding that it wasn’t the worst feeling in the world. I knew tattoo pain, but this was different. This was…territorial.
Being Myth’s ol’ lady had been everything back then. I’d coveted being his, because he made me feel safe and wanted. I’d never had that in my life.
Myth’s tongue devoured my mouth, tangling with my own, and sending my body into overdrive. His hands moved up and down my sides, rough fingers moving along my soft skin sent ripples of desire flooding down to my pussy.
“Adrian…”
I could barely think, his mouth was trailing down my neck, over my collarbone, his fingers digging into the flesh of my back. The proximity alone was enough to send me careening toward a release just from how I was grinding over him.
“Please…make me feel good again.”
His kissing stopped, his breath skating over my bare skin, causing goosebumps to light up over my skin.
“You know what you’re asking me.”
“I don’t care. I just need you to make me feel…like her again.”
He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. “Like who?”
A sob broke through my throat, before I felt his hands squeeze my hips, grounding me back to the moment.
“Like your wife.”
“You are my wife, Rox,” he growled at me. His animalistic tone was enough to send my body skittering into another realm. “Always have been.”
“Make me feel like you used to…make me feel wanted.”
Myth made a move and it sent me falling onto my back on the mattress, his body looming over mine.
“I will always want you, Rox,” he said, his mouth moving over my jaw with soft kisses. His stubble rubbed across my delicate skin in the most intoxicating way. “If he ever shows his face here looking for you, baby, I’m going to fucking rip him apart, limb from fucking limb.”
That shouldn’t have excited me the way it did, and yet, when I felt Myth pull at my skirt and yank my clothes off, I couldn’t help but feel adored, cherished even.
The way his eyes roamed over my naked body had me reeling, my hips gyrating over the quilt as he undid his belt, slowly, before undoing his jeans and pulling them and his underwear down in one go.
His magnificent cock sprung out, jutting toward me as if he were mapping the fastest route toward my pussy.
He climbed on top of the bed, and I felt a little nervous. The way he was devouring me was all consuming, but at the back of my mind, I was thinking about Beck.
He’d never done anything wrong. He’d put up with my tattoos, with my lack of wealth and with my non-commitment for years and this was how I repaid him?
“Hey, eyes on me,” Myth growled, a sharp sting followed his hand smacking against my pussy lips, right over my clit.
I shot my hips off the bed at the sudden impact of his hand slapping my pussy.
Fuck, I loved when he did that. I writhed underneath his hands while his mouth moved down my body, licking a path down my sensitive inner thigh until I felt his hot breath over my bare pussy.
I looked down at him as his mouth descended onto me, licking up through my folds before his tongue found my clit.
He looked up, to make sure I was watching, as he slapped my pussy again and my hips bucked wildly at the sudden arousal rushing through my body, my clit throbbing mercilessly for attention.
He moved his mouth back to my pussy, licking all over to soothe the sting of his slaps, before he located my clit and sucked.
My hips bucked of their own volition, smashing against his mouth, and earning me a groan that vibrated through my pussy.
My hands moved down to his hair, shoving him against me, smothering his nose and mouth in me, as I rode his face toward my orgasm.
His tongue was magic, as he hit all the spots I needed.
Just when I felt like I was about to lose my mind, I felt two thick digits slide into me.
I cried out, my fingers digging into his scalp, but he didn’t let up. The tips of his fingers hooking to find that spot, and all of a sudden, I wasn’t aware or even close to controlling my body as my orgasm ripped through me. My eyes were filled with tears as the emotions flooded my system.
I should be guilty.
I should hate that I begged him for this.
But I wasn’t crying because of what I’d done. I was crying because it felt so right to be with Myth. Like my body had only ever been at one with his.
I was so fucked.
Myth
I felt the moment she stiffened. Looking up at her from between her thighs, I could see the weight of everything crashing down on her.
The tears fell silently down the sides of her face as she let the sobs wrack in her chest. My chest ached. I wanted to make her feel good, but she was thinking about that little twerp again.
Moving up and over her, I rolled her on top of me, her thighs landing on either side of my hips.
Rox squealed for a moment before she placed her palms down on my chest, and looked down at me.
Her hair wasn’t as radiant as it once had been.
The purple was hidden among the browns, not at all like she used to be.
I missed it.
I missed my fiery wife who would go ten rounds with me and I’d be the one limping. I needed her back in a way I couldn’t fathom.
“I don’t wanna see these tears, baby,” I told her, rubbing my thumbs under her eyes and drying her cheeks. “Focus on me, on us.”
Rox nodded, softly at first, before I felt her grind back down on my aching cock. That shit silenced everything in my head as I felt her wet pussy rub against me.
“You know,” she said, her voice taking on a darker tone. “I’m still going back to London.”
I chuckled, gripping her hips hard, pinching her skin under my fingers. “Is that a fact? We’ll just have to see about that. Now, get your pussy impaled on my fat cock, or I’ll fuck you until you pass out again and tattoo some more of my name on you.”
I couldn’t tell if she was excited by the threat or motivated to move, but she reached between us, lining my cock up to her entrance and did as I requested.
The feel of her tight pussy wrapping around my cock and sliding down was next to godliness. I could be happy with waking up to this every goddamn morning. A panging in my chest reminded me I did have this, and then I fucked it all up.
Back then, I had no idea what I was doing. I’d been pulled in every direction, and I lost the one thing I’d only ever wanted.
Her.
I wasn’t going to let it happen again. She was mine. She may think she was leaving here, but there was no way in hell I was letting that happen.
Rox moved on top of me, my name between her breasts had my balls aching for release.
My road name underneath her belly button was the best damn thing I’d ever done.
I wasn’t joking when I told her I’d tattoo more of my name on her.
If she passed out, I would buy my own damn tattoo gun and tattoo her everywhere, on her fingers, her toes, wherever the fuck she had space, I’d put my name.
I knew how possessive I was, but when it came to Rox, it was blinding. I would do anything to have her, to keep her, to make her smile.
And that was dangerous.
Because there was a fucker in London trying to take that from me, and I had no damn pull over there. I could very well lose her again, only this time it would be forever.
I pounded my cock up into her, causing her to cry out, her nails digging into my chest.
“Fuck, Adrian,” she gasped, as my cock pounded into her. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Fuck me, she was beautiful. She’d make the most beautiful babies. Shit. Where did that come from?
I’d never really wanted kids. It had always been a thing on the horizon and when I lost her, I’d put the thought away. But right now, the thought of planting my seed inside her, watching her grow our child, it did things to me.
Possessive. Insane things.
Her pussy tightened around me, and her orgasm ripped through her body violently as she scratched my chest like a cat in water, forcing my own orgasm to hit hard.
My cum was drizzling down between us, my load so full, she couldn’t contain it in her sweet pussy.
I helped Rox down onto the bed, laying her on her side, so I could look at her beauty.
Her hair was plastered to the side of her face.
Smoothing it back, I saw the contented look of a woman well fucked, and one who knew she was adored.
The sound of Rox’s phone caught us in the moment, and we both froze. Rox rolled over, giving me her back as she looked down at the phone in her hand. I didn’t want her to break this moment, this need for her to have me be her saviour.
Pulling her hips back, she moaned as I slid my leg between hers, pushing my still-hard cock into the mess currently drizzling out of her. Marking my claim on her, all over again.
“Adrian.”
“Mine,” I growled into her ear. “We’re not done, Rox. We never were.”
Sliding back into her, I held her tight to me, as I bit down on her neck, sucking her flesh into my mouth, my fingers sliding over her sensitive clit as I fucked my cum into her.
The one saving grace.
She didn’t stop me.
Not even when her phone rang over and over again, one call, two calls, multiple calls.
She didn’t even know it, but she’d just claimed me back by ignoring those calls. Now, I just needed to drill it into that fuckhead’s skull.
“Adrian,” she moaned as I filled her with my cum again. “You need to stop coming in me.”
I gripped her throat, squeezing and eliciting an excited moan from her. “Never.”