Chapter Ten #2
The second his tongue flicked my clit, I came, my pussy tightening around his fingers in a long, rolling wave that left me gasping. He didn’t stop, licking and thrusting his tongue inside me over and over.
I was fucking ruined. Every pass of his tongue and fingers had my legs shaking, my hands clutching the sheets, and I didn’t even try to muffle the sounds coming out of my mouth.
Inferno’s tongue was magic, slow and thorough, never letting up, and every filthy thing he’d promised me he delivered.
And then some. If he decided to murder me with pleasure, I honestly wouldn’t have complained.
The world could end, and I’d still be clawing at his shoulders, begging for more.
“God, don’t stop. You fucking better not stop.”
He grunted into my pussy like the greedy bastard he was.
Licked me harder, deeper, two fingers curling up inside me and his mouth locked on my clit.
He wanted me desperate, and holy fucking hell, I was.
I’d never been so needy in my life. I wanted to sob, laugh, punch a wall, and fuck him all at once.
My next orgasm hit with savage intensity.
My back arched off the bed and I damn near blacked out.
I screamed his name, and he just kept going, kept eating me out like he’d die if he couldn’t continue.
By the time I came down, I was shaking, sweat slicked every inch of my skin, and I was starving for him.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.” My breathy, broken voice should have embarrassed me, but I didn’t even care.
Inferno just grinned up at me with his wicked mouth, lips slick with my come. “Not done with you, birthday girl.”
“Uh-uh. Your turn,” I growled, yanking him up by his hair. His eyes were wild, pupils blown wide. “Gonna suck your cock until you forget your own name.”
I shoved him over so he lay on his back before I reached for his cock, with my fingers, careful to keep the bandages on my palms away from his skin.
I was greedy and aching for a taste of him.
Then, I sucked him deep, letting the salty taste of his precum fill my mouth as I licked and sucked, coaxing another drop out as his cock pulsed between my lips.
Fuck. The sound that came out of his mouth was feral.
I kept going, working my hand and mouth in perfect sync, taking him deep and loving the way his hips started to shudder and thrust with every passing moment.
God, he was thick! I wanted to ride him until my legs gave out, and I planned on doing just that.
“Jesus fuck, Juniper.” Inferno’s voice was wrecked, barely more than a growl.
His big hand fisted in my hair, but he didn’t restrict my movements, just held on like he needed the anchor.
I swirled my tongue around the crown, savoring every needy sound ripping out of him.
I wanted him to have the same pleasure he gave me.
Then I wanted us to find that same pleasure together.
I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed him down, loving how he bucked and cursed and said my name like a prayer.
His hips jerked but he didn’t come, not yet.
Bastard was stubborn as hell. Well, I was just as fucking stubborn, so I kept it up, swallowing his cock deep and stroking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.
I would have kept going, swallowing him until he lost control, but he pulled me off with a grunt, both hands on my shoulders. “Enough,” he growled. “I need to be inside you.”
That did something wicked to me. I sprawled back on the bed, legs open. I wanted to look desperate for him. Needed him to see how fucking much I burned for this. For him.
He didn’t waste time, looking at me, gaze dark, hungry, and then he held himself above me on one stiffened arm as he lined himself up at the entrance of my pussy.
Then he pressed in slowly, filling me with his thick cock, stretching me, making me gasp.
The burn was perfect, every inch of him hot and thick inside me.
I shook with the pleasure he gave me, already so close to the edge.
When Inferno started to move, I nearly sobbed in relief. He moved slowly at first, then rougher, harder, like he was as desperate for me as I was for him. God, I wanted that. I wanted him so fucking badly!
He shoved inside me once more. Hard. He groaned, and I thought he’d come, but then he pulled out and stood.
He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer, pulling out a condom.
He ripped it open and rolled it over his dick, stroking it a couple of times.
“Get on your hands and knees and face the wall.”
A spike of excitement hit me and I eagerly did as he instructed. The bed dipped, and I looked over my shoulder at him. I saw wildness on his face. The raw need and hunger. I also saw fear and fierce determination. “Inferno?”
The corner of his mouth curled up, mean and wolfish. “Hands and knees, baby. Let me see that sweet ass.” As I moved to do as he said, he slapped my ass, just hard enough to sting, and the sound echoed in the room. “Fuck, I love how you look like this.”
The growl in his voice was sin and sexy-filthy, and it made my whole body tighten with want.
I braced myself on the bed and spread my legs apart for him.
My pulse hammered in my ears and my anticipation was so high, I got light-headed.
I should have been embarrassed, but I wasn’t.
I wanted this man to have me any way he wanted me.
He cupped my ass with both hands, squeezing, parting me wide. “You soaked for me?” His thumb pressed in, right on my slit. “Goddamn. You’re dripping.” He didn’t waste time. Licked me from behind, tongue hot and dirty, and then pressed his cock into my pussy as he gripped my ass in one big hand.
“Tell me you want this. That you want me,” he demanded.
“Fuck, Inferno! I do want you! Please!”
He shoved inside, slow at first until he bottomed out. The stretch was brutally delicious. Perfect. He gripped my hips, pulled me back onto him, and started to fuck me deep and hard.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “Goddamn, Juniper. Fuck!” The way Inferno lost his mind for me did something wicked to my insides.
I pushed back onto his cock, greedy for every inch, every filthy sound that ripped out of his throat.
He hammered into me, each thrust rougher than the last, like he was trying to fuck away every bad thing that had ever happened to me.
He wrapped a fist in my hair and pulled my head back slightly.
He bent over me, his weight braced on one arm, his chest plastered to my back as I struggled to hold myself up.
“You feel what you do to me?” He growled next to my ear, voice thick with desperation.
“You’re mine, Juniper. Fuck, this pussy is fucking mine. ”
Wrapping an arm around my waist, Inferno fucked me relentlessly. God, I was fucking gone! I wanted him so fucking much!
Then his weight came off me, and he gripped my hips in both hands and roared as he pounded inside me over and over. I cried out, needing more but not sure I could find my peak again.
I should have known better. Inferno found my clit with his fingers and I came as he roared out his own completion.
For a second, I thought I’d pass out. My whole body shook.
Couldn’t even fucking hold myself up. Inferno caught me as I started to collapse face-first onto the mattress, his arms coming around me in a bear trap of heat and muscle.
He rolled us to our sides, his cock still firmly embedded in my pussy.
I didn’t care. I could have died right there and nobody would have found a more contented corpse.
We lay tangled together afterward, sweat-damp and breathing hard. He found my hand and laced our fingers together.
After a while, he kissed my shoulder and pushed himself up.
He crossed to the bathroom and came back with a glass of water and a wet cloth.
He handed me the water, and I drank it down in long swallows, suddenly aware of how thirsty I was.
Then he gently washed between my legs, looking up at me as he did so.
He was gone for another moment, then came back, lying back down beside me. He pulled the blanket over both of us and drew me against his chest, one arm heavy across my waist. His breathing slowed, then deepened. Within minutes, he was asleep.
I stayed awake for a long while, just relishing being in his arms. The room was dark now, the blinds drawn against the afternoon sun, and the only light came from the narrow strip under the door.
I looked at Inferno over my shoulder. The gray at his temples caught what little light there was and turned silver.
The lines around his eyes had relaxed in sleep, peaceful in a way I hadn’t seen him before.
Careful not to disturb him too much, I turned over in his arms, I needed to get a better look at him. When I moved, Inferno turned fully on to his back and pulled me closer in his sleep until my head rested on his shoulder.
His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. I watched him sleep, and for the first time since this began, I saw a clear path. And it led straight to this man’s arms. The only question was if I was brave enough to embrace him back.