Chapter 52
RIGGS
Finger still buried in Gemma’s pussy, tongue fucking her mouth, I listen to the sound of Colt’s retreating footsteps, followed a few seconds later by the quiet opening and closing of the front door.
Fuck.
This isn’t me.
I’m not possessive. I’m not jealous. I’m not demanding. I’m not the guy who gets off on knowing another man is listening while I fuck. I don’t care how many partners a woman has had. Where I am in the hierarchy of men she’s had inside her. That’s not who I am.
Except that it is.
When I’m with her, that’s exactly who I am.
That’s what Gemma does to me. What she’s always done—even before I knew what it felt like to make her come. What she looked like while she falls apart for me. How dangerously undone I feel when she moans my name. How completely unhinged I become when I think about her with someone else.
Knowing no one else has had her does something to me. Makes me into someone I don’t particularly like. Someone who scares me. A man who isn’t entirely in control.
That’s who I am when I’m with her.
A man obsessed.
A man who will do absolutely anything to possess her.
Tearing my mouth away from hers, I drag in a ragged breath, trying to reason with the part of myself that I’ve been grappling with since the moment I saw her again.
The part of me that loves her.
The part that will rail and rage against the rest of me when I leave her again.
Chest heaving, I look down at her. Her swollen, slightly parted mouth.
Her flushed, freckled cheeks. Hazel eyes aimed up at me, the shine of them flattened out by lust while her pussy works and contracts around the pair of thick fingers still buried inside her.
I can feel it. Every quake and quiver like a vice gripped around my cock, so hard I’m on the verge of coming.
Pulling my fingers from her slowly, I ignore the part of me that wants to fuck them back into her. “I—” I shake my head, apology pushing itself into my mouth, but she stops me before I can say it.
“Don’t.” Arms loose, she reaches up to trace the frown line dug into my forehead. “Please don’t say it.” Shaking her head against my shoulder, she slides her hand down the side of my neck to rest it on my shoulder. Pushing herself up while she turns, Gemma slides her leg over mine to straddle me.
Suddenly face to face, something inside me starts to strain and shake when I feel the seam of her swollen pussy pressed against the stiff length of my cock. “Gem?—”
“Shhh…” Leaning forward, she traces the curve of my lower lip with the tip of her tongue.
“Don’t say that either.” Flexing her hips, Gemma drags her cleft up the length of my shaft, her words snagging on a soft gasp when the head of my cock slides over her clit.
“Oh…” Lifting herself out of the water, she buries her fingers in my hair, her engorged nipple brushing against my mouth.
“Riggs…” She does it again, head falling back on her neck, while she rocks her hips forward so she can rub her clit with the tip of my shaft.
Shit.
Flattening my tongue on a groan, I lave it along the swell of her breast before I pull her stiff nipple into my mouth, hard enough to tighten her fingers in my hair and jerk her hips forward on a desperate, needy mewl.
Sucking and nipping at her breasts, first one and then the other, I wrap a hand around her waist to steady her while I grip the other around the base of my cock, holding it in place so she can fuck herself against me until I feel the searing heat of release clawing at the base of my spine.
Tearing my mouth away from her on a curse, I bury my face in her neck, so close to coming I can hear the pound of it in my ears. “Christ…” Fighting to catch my breath, I tighten my grip on her waist, trying to regain even a shred of self-control. “Gem?—”
Shifting her hips in my grip, I feel the head of my cock slide along the curve of her pussy until it’s pressed against her entrance. Face buried in her neck, breath harsh and uneven, I feel her start to sink, Gemma’s pussy closing around the throbbing head of my cock.
“Wait.” I lift my chin so I can growl it in her ear, tightening my grip on her waist in warning.
I don’t loosen it until I feel her go still.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I take a shallow, uneven breath.
“Are you sure?” Tilting my head back so I can see her face, I shake my head.
“This isn’t… I didn’t come up here for this. I just?—”
“Yes.” Wide, hazel eyes hooked into mine, Gemma nods, her chest rising and falling in the same shallow, uneven rhythm as mine. “I’m sure.”
I fight myself for the space of a single moment before I give in.
Easing back, I press my shoulders against the edge of the tub, so I can look up at her.
Mistake.
Big fucking mistake because the sight of her hovering over me—cheeks flushed with the orgasm I just gave her.
Swollen lips slightly parted, chest heaving like she can’t catch her breath.
Full breasts swaying, her nipples sucked raw by my mouth.
Bright red marks scattered across her chest and neck.
Cloudy hazel gaze fixed on mine. The head of my cock buried in her tight, slick pussy—nearly has me coming, right then and there.
Hand still wrapped around the base of my throbbing cock, I stare up at her while I slide my other hand over the curve of her hip to press my thumb against the top of her cleft.
“Slow...” Still growling, I drop my gaze to watch the measured, rhythmic circles I’m pressing against her clit.
The way her greedy little pussy is split wide, begging for the rest of my cock.
Fuck.
“Go slow.” Putting my own release in a chokehold I force my gaze up to her face. “I want to feel you take every fucking inch.”
I watch as the corner of her mouth tilts upward in a smirk. “Should I avert my virgin eyes?” she asks, right before she starts to sink, claiming another inch, the invasion wiping the smirk away on a soft hitching breath.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I warn her, fingers digging into her hip. Thumb teasing her clit, the base of it skimming against my shaft. “I’ve waited too long for this… we both have.”
“Riggs…” She takes another inch, mouth falling open on a sharp gasp. “I…” Lifting her hands to my chest, her short, blunt nails dig into my skin, something that looks like pain flickering in her eyes when her pussy begins to stretch around me.
“Breathe for me, Gem…” Still rubbing her clit, I make a low, soothing noise in the back of my throat while she sinks slowly, inch by inch.
“Relax…” I nearly choke on the word when I feel her tight little cunt close around me, a moment before it loosens just enough to give me room to breathe.
“That’s it… just like that… so pretty.” It comes out on a rough groan when she lifts herself up, just a bit, working the tilt of her hips against mine before she drags herself down the length of my shaft.
“So fucking pretty when you’re taking my cock. ”
Lips rolled between her teeth, she leans into the pressure of my thumb stroking her clit while she works her hips against mine, eyes threatening to roll into the back of my head, my own release fighting to break free when she takes another inch.
“Fuuuck, Gem…” Pulling my hand away from the base of my shaft, I palm her breast. “You feel so good…” Brushing my thumb against her stiff nipple, I fight the urge to come. To fuck myself into her until I’m buried deep and releasing inside her. “Nothing has ever felt this fucking good...”
When I say it, her nails dig into my chest and she claims another inch before she leans forward, bringing her mouth to within a breath of mine, I nearly swallow my tongue when she rolls her hips forward, working another inch of my thick cock inside her. “Promise.”
Eyes locked, I slide my hand up the swell of her breast to wrap it around her throat.
Holding her steady, I can see the damage I’ve done.
The hurt I’ve caused. How sure she is that this is going to end the way it did before and the weight of it makes me want to scream because even though she knows, she’s still here.
She’s still giving herself to me. “Gemma?—”
Leaning into the hand I have wrapped around her throat, Gemma licks her way into my mouth, not giving me the chance to say it.
Whatever it was, it’s lost on a mindless groan when I feel her hips lift.
Her tight, slick walls sliding up my shaft, almost completely, before she’s rocking them forward to reclaim every inch and then some until she’s fully seated and coming on my cock.
Gemma moans into my mouth, sucking on my tongue, hips working against the press of my thumb against her clit.
Hands buried in my hair. Her pussy quivering and pulsing along every inch of me, milking my cock, dragging me to the edge right alongside her until I have no choice but to follow her over.