Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CATALINA
He scooped me up in his arms and carried me over to a patch of grass under a tree.
"Don't want you getting sunburnt," he said between kisses.
"How thoughtful of you." I smiled teasingly against his mouth before claiming his lips again and sliding my tongue between them.
He said something that sounded like, "I thought so," but it was muffled by our mouths.
He lay me down on the grass and slipped his hands under my jumper and shirt. "Your skin is so smooth." He pushed up the fabric and rubbed the heels of his hands over the lace of my bra, until my nipples hardened.
He pulled down the cup of one and licked my nipple before closing his lips around it and starting to suck.
"That feels good," I said breathlessly.
"Tastes good too," he said. He pulled down the other cup and suckled my other nipple. He did that for a few moments before moving down to grip the waistband of my track pants and tug them down my hips.
"Matching bra and panties," he observed. "Was that for me?"
I responded with a smile. "I always like to match." That was true, but in the back of my mind I knew there was a possibility we'd end up like this.
He made a noise in the back of his throat, like he didn't quite believe me but wasn't going to question it any further. Instead, he saved his energy to pull down my panties and slide a couple of fingers down my seam.
"Who are you so wet for?" he asked.
"For you," I said, already breathless. "I'm wet for you."
"Of course you are." He slid his fingers inside me, as far as they'd go. "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" He slid his fingers out and back in again. "You want my cock to slam into you and fuck you hard."
I moaned.
He fucked me harder with his fingers. "Tell me with words, Cat," he insisted. "Tell me you want me to fuck you with my cock."
"I want you to fuck me with your cock," I said. I wanted it badly. I had for so long. I needed to feel him inside me.
He slid his fingers out, lay down and rolled me over so my pussy was right above his mouth. My legs straddled either side of him, my weight on my hands and one knee. I didn't trust the other one quite yet.
He gripped my ass with his fingers and flicked my clit with his tongue. "This is the perfect view. Your pussy is incredible." He licked me more firmly, lapping at my clit and pulling it between his lips to suckle.
"Easton." I quivered.
"That's it, babe, say my name," he said. "Scream it."
I lifted my chin and shouted his name to the sky.
"Fuck, that was hot," he said breathlessly.
I dropped down beside him and manoeuvred myself so my pussy was once again in front of his face, but his groin was in front of mine. I undid his pants and pushed them and his boxers down to his hips. His erection sprang free, his cock huge and red, throbbing and leaking from his slit.
I cupped his balls with my hand and licked his tip before swirling my tongue around his head. When he groaned, I took the rest of him into my mouth.
We got into a rhythm of licks and sucks, the wet sounds from our mouths the only noises apart from the occasional insect or kookaburra.
He managed to unhook my bra and pull it down so he could roll my nipples while he lapped at my clit.
I couldn't stop myself from coming if I tried. I jumped right over the edge of the cliff and went into a freefall that could have gone on forever, it felt so good. I slid my mouth off him and screamed his name louder than before.
"That's it," he said. "Tell the world who you belong to."
I finally flopped back against the grass, puffing lightly. He sat up and shed the rest of his clothes before helping me out of mine. His body was a study in muscles and tattoos. With the additional scar here and there.
He was looking at me with the same admiration. "You are so fucking gorgeous." He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head before straddling my hips. "Now I'm going to claim you. I'm going to fuck that glorious pussy and make you mine."
He nudged my legs apart with his knees and positioned his cock before slamming into me.
We both cried out with the suddenness of his entry. A combination of pleasure and a hint of pain. Just the way I like it.
He pulled all the way out and thrust back in again, harder and harder. He held nothing back. He kept me pinned against the grass while he used my body, taking everything he wanted. Everything I gave to him willingly. Every thrust was pure heaven.
"Tell. Me. Who. You. Belong. To." He spoke a word with every thrust, his teeth gritted in concentration.
"You," I shouted. "I belong to you. Oh… Easton…" I tipped my head back. "I'm going to come again."
"Yes," he ground out. "Come around my cock. I want to feel your pussy coming."
I came again, harder than before, my muscles clenching around him, squeezing him tight, holding him hard so he could do nothing but come with me. His whole body went still, rigid as he exploded his orgasm into my body. Filling me with his hot release.
He slumped forward. "Holy shit, that was amazing. You're amazing." He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them and shaking his head. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He glanced down to my leg. He wasn't putting any weight on it, he was supporting himself with his knees.
"Only the way I like to be hurt," I said.
"You are full of surprises," he seemed impressed. And pleased. Judging by the way his cock hardened again slightly, he was also aroused.
"You thought I was some soft, squishy marshmallow that would break if you looked at me the wrong way?" I raised an eyebrow at him. It felt good to lie here with his cock buried deep inside me.
He barked a laugh. "You're as sweet as a marshmallow, but there's nothing soft and fragile about you. You're probably tougher than I am."
"I don't know about that," I said.
He looked at me firmly. "Very few people can go through what you went through and come out the other side stronger than ever. You're the strongest woman I ever met. No one even comes close." He leaned in to kiss my mouth. "I love you."
I kissed him back. "I… I love you too." I didn't know when that happened, but I'd fallen for him. Arrogance and all. Underneath all of that was a heart. It might be a morally grey heart, but it was still a heart.
"Good, how do you feel about children?" he asked.
"Um, someday?" I said tentatively.
He made an indeterminate sound in the back of his throat and slid his cock out of me. He sat down beside me and bent my knee, opening me out to him. He pushed the tip of his finger into my pussy. "Don't want my cum coming out too soon. I want you pregnant."
I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but his finger felt good inside me. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come again."
"I wasn't planning to stop." He looked up and flashed me a grin before going back to his work of plugging my pussy so his cum stayed inside.
"What if I'm on birth control?" I asked.
"Get off it," he replied. "I want you to have my baby. Or Shaw's. Or Cruz's. I don't care, as long as you're pregnant."
"If the AIHL accepts the Ghouls, and I figure things out with Cruz, I'll think about it," I said. I couldn't have guessed he had a breeding kink, but the way he talked about it, I was tempted to agree to try. In the meantime, we still had a lot of obstacles to overcome.
Before that, I was going to concentrate on the way he was fucking me with his hand again. Thrusting roughly, driving his fingers into me and pushing me quickly towards a third orgasm.
"Deal," he said. "I don't suppose you want to make a bet on it?" He gave me a cheeky grin.
I grimaced at him. "Asshole."
He laughed. "That's me. Once an asshole, always an asshole. But I'm your asshole."
"And Shaw's. And Cruz's," I said.
His smile faded slightly. "Yeah, and his."
I should have added that to the deal, that he had to tell Cruz how he felt. I forgot to think about it when I came again, a wave of bliss washing all over my body and carrying me away.