CHAPTER 10 #2
“Are you touching yourself for me?” The danger in the edge of his voice has my back arching as if my body would do anything to close the distance between us.
He must sense the need I have, or maybe he feels it too, because then he’s covering me with his body. The warmth of him, the way his skin slides against mine, feels like gasoline on a fire.
“Mayhem,” I moan his name, feeling the power of him.
Before I even realize where I’ve fucked up, his fingers are wrapped around my throat and giving a squeeze. It’s not enough to really hurt me or do any damage, but it’s not the point. Honestly, the threat only turns me on more.
“What do you call me?”
His voice goes straight through me and I breathe out, “Briggs.”
“That’s right, my Tempest.”
When my legs wrap around his waist, I dig my heels into his ass. His hard length slides between he slick lips of my pussy. He lets out a groan that is pure satisfaction and need.
“Please,” I keen, the word, the plea clear in my voice.
He hums and then his mouth connects with mine. The passion which has been building, mounting with every breath we take, breaks and coats us. The kiss is all desire and tongue and teeth. It’s messy and fucking perfect.
My body lights up from the inside out. I’ve never wanted a man like I want this one. I’m still not entirely sure I can believe everything he’s offering me, but I want to. I desperately want to.
He’s breathing hard when he pulls his mouth away from mine. I feel every breath as it skates along my skin while his mouth moves along my jaw and down my neck. The way he’s worshiping me has goosebumps popping up all over my body.
Briggs licks and kisses my skin, working his way down until he’s level with my tits. My back arches like I’m offering them to him and he doesn’t disappoint. Not even a little bit.
When he sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth, his tongue wraps around the peak and toys with it. He might as well be sucking on my clit with the way how good it feels pulses through my body. My fingers glide along the corded muscles of his back and toward his neck.
Even though there isn’t much, I grip his short hair and hold him in place. He chuckles around the mouthful of tit he’s enjoying, but I barely hear it. I’m too engrossed in the way he’s snacking on my flesh.
When he slides his lips along the valley of my breasts only to treat my other nipple to the same treatment, I swear my fucking eyes cross.
“Briggs,” I hiss, “yes.”
His teeth nip at my nipple and my entire body jolts as a loud moan falls from my lips. The feeling of pride and satisfaction coming from my man, smug as he is, isn’t even something I can concern myself with.
Not right now.
Not when my body is begging for him to take me. Claim me. And never let me go.
One of his hands slides between us and down my body. The way his touch glides along my skin is almost too much for me to take. My hips flex, wanting his touch where I need it, but he gives me more of his weight and pins me to the bed.
The feeling of being trapped should make me want to run, but it doesn’t. Fuck, it feels good. Like he won’t let me go. Why does that make me feel secure in a way I’ve never experienced before?
“Stay still,” Briggs grits out through his teeth when I wiggle my hips, needing the friction, craving it. “How wet are you, my Tempest? Are you going to be able to take my cock in your tight little body?”
Fuck me, the way his words are pure fire and sensation is lethal.
The tip of his finger circles my entrance once and then two of his thick digits plunge inside me.
My entire body goes taunt like a string that’s been plucked.
I teeter on the edge and if I had any fucking sense I would question how this man can so easily push my body to experience pleasure I’ve never known before.
It must be some sort of magic. There’s no other explanation.
Or maybe this man is just yours and you’re his.
“Don’t come,” he commands and I fight to open my eyes.
When I look up at him, his crystal blue eyes are filled with heat and command. But that does nothing to stop the way pleasure is coiling in my gut. He twists his hands and moves his fingers in a way that has my toes curling.
“I’m not going to be able to stop,” my voice shakes as I push the words past my lips.
“You will.”
His words are final. A command. A soliloquy that will not be defied or questioned.
When his thumb presses down on my clit, stars dance beyond my vision, swirling around my body and threatening to carry me away. I fight the feeling, my eyes squeezing closed while I try and find some semblance of control.
It’s nearly impossible.
Just when I think I’m going to lose the fight, my body teetering and swaying, the edge of the razor biting into me and promising relief if I just fall—if I just fall—Briggs pulls his fingers out of my pussy and his mouth pops off my breast, my nipple throbs with the loss of contact.
Being denied is a kind of cruel torture I want no part of.
My eyes pop open to find my man staring down at me with luxurious promises written in his expression.
Of wishes come true.
Of endless forevers.
Of dreams that carry on.
Of laughter filled rooms.
Of stolen moments filled with happiness that is pure.
As my lips part, sass on my tongue and demands for what his touch has promised, he thrusts his hips forward and fills me with his cock. I cry out and his grunt of satisfaction is a prayer only I am witness to.
“Addyson,” my name on his lips sounds like sacrament. It sounds holy.
I give myself over to the feeling and to him. As he pulls out until just the crown of his dick remains, there’s a moment where we’re suspended. When our eyes lock, he surges forward and then all pretense falls away.
Briggs fucks me hard, his movements speeding up as he chases his own body’s demands. I understand it. My hips move to meet his thrusts, as moans fall from my lips. Every sound that comes from me is layered with a plea as my body strains to find the edge again.
When he fills me, his hips twist and my eyes roll back in my head from the stretch combined with the friction. It’s delicious and it doesn’t take long before I’m so close that I can almost taste how sweet my release will be.
“Your tight pussy is begging to come,” Briggs grits out, “I can feel just how close you are.”
The way his length plunges inside of me has my hearing going fuzzy for a moment as my heart pounds in my chest. It’s almost too good.
“Don’t stop,” I demand before desperation softens my voice, “please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” Briggs snarls.
Then he’s pounding into me, every movement rough and jagged. My fingernails dig into his shoulders and he growls, the sound feral and on edge. Good.
We’re surrounded by the wet sounds of him fucking me and a chorus of our moans, sighs, and groans. As I teeter on the edge, I pry my eyes open to find him already looking at me like it’s impossible for him to look away.
His intensity is addicting.
“Briggs,” I gasp and then my mind goes blank as my body locks up and my orgasm pulls me into a tailspin of bliss.
Lights flash and my jaw goes slack as I scream his name. My pussy tightens around him, my body begging for him to follow me.
He thrusts a few more times and then he’s balls deep inside of me and filling the condom with his cum. Catching my breath feels like an impossibility as I cling to him like I’ll float away if I let go. It could happen.
It barely registers when he flips us and I’m splayed across his chest. My entire body is still tingling.
“You know,” his words are breathless with a tease mixed in, “that’s not what I meant when I said I’m claiming you. I was talking about your heart and soul, Tempest, but I’ll never turn down your body.” He caresses along my spine and kisses my temple. “I’ll earn the rest.”
It’s the sweetest threat I’ve ever heard.
“I’ll earn being inside your sweet pussy without a condom too,” his voice is eager, but I’m too blissed out to even turn my head. “Then your birth control will magically disappear.”
My words slur slightly, “How do you know about my birth control?” When it clicks in my head, I smack his arm but there is zero heat behind the action, “Did you snoop in my bag?”
“Yeah, I did Tempest,” there isn’t a hint of remorse in his voice.
He doesn’t even sound like he’s considered whether doing something like that would be crossing the line.
He just forges ahead. “I was tested not that long ago, but I’ll get Doc to run another test, and he’ll give you the results. I would never put you in danger.”
He sounds so serious. I almost tease him about being so responsible, but the care at the core of his thinking has me falling just a little bit more for him.
“Okay, psycho,” I murmur, my eyes fluttering closed.
Briggs chuckles and murmurs about something being cute as he moves me, pulls out of me, and then pads across the room toward the bathroom. I don’t bother even trying to open my eyes. I’m only vaguely aware of it when he cleans me up and then wraps me up in his arms.
I fall asleep knowing the nightmares won’t touch me while I’m in my man’s arms.
My man. It’s strange and I want to trust it, even if it doesn’t last forever.