Chapter 16 #2
I did. I bottomed out with a sob of pleasure, my thighs trembling, my core clenching around the impossible fullness of him. For a moment, I just sat there, adjusting, feeling every ridge and bump and metal bar stretching me so perfectly.
Then I placed my hands on his stomach and started to move.
I rode him slowly at first, rolling my hips in a lazy rhythm, savoring the sensation.
Each rise and fall sent sparks shooting through my nervous system.
The piercings dragged and rubbed against places inside me that lit me up and made me shudder.
“Fuck.” Tate panted, hard and fast. “You’re so goddamn tight. You’re made for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, nodding frantically. “Yes, I am.”
I sped up, chasing the building pressure in my core. I cupped my own breasts, pinching my nipples and moaning at the bit of pain, and Tate groaned like I was killing him.
“Touch your pussy,” he demanded. “Let me see you stroke that pretty little clit while you ride my cock.”
I slid one hand down my body, finding the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. I circled my clit with trembling fingers, my hips never stopping their relentless, gyrating rhythm.
“That’s it, kitten. Make yourself come,” Tate breathed, watching me, his hips instinctively flexing and thrusting upward. “Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
My fingers rubbed faster, and my orgasm jolted through me.
I cried out softly, my body convulsing, my inner walls clamping down on him so hard I saw stars.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me as I ground down onto him, riding out the sensation and wringing every last drop of bliss from my shaking body.
“Fuck,” Tate swore, his control finally snapping.
His hands released the headboard and grabbed my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise as he kept me in place. He planted his feet on the mattress and thrust up into me, slamming his cock deep with brutal, desperate strokes.
“I’m going to come…so…fucking…hard,” he growled. His grip tightened, pulling me down to meet each savage thrust. “This pussy is mine.”
He buried himself to the hilt one last time and came with a guttural groan, his whole body shuddering beneath me. I felt his cock pulse inside me, felt the heat of his release filling me, and I collapsed against his chest with a satisfied moan.
We lay there tangled together, sweaty and spent, both of us struggling to catch our breath. His heart pounded against my cheek, gradually slowing from its frantic rhythm. His hands, so demanding a moment ago, gentled on my hips, tracing soothing patterns against my skin and up my back.
His cock was still inside me and I found I didn’t want to move. Didn’t want to break this connection, this perfect moment of intimacy.
“I want to stay like this for a while,” I murmured against his neck. “Keep your cock warm.”
Tate’s chest rumbled with surprised laughter. “What do you know about cockwarming?”
“I’ve been doing research.” I smiled against his skin. “Various kinks. It sounded kind of hot, keeping your cock inside me even after you’ve come. Being connected like this.”
He groaned softly, and I felt him twitch inside me. “Yeah,” he admitted, his voice low and satisfied. “It does feel good.”
“See?” I said, enjoying this simple moment between us. “I’m a quick learner.”
He grunted in response. “You’re something else entirely.” His hand came up to stroke my hair, gentle and rhythmic. “What other research have you been doing?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“I would, actually.” His fingers traced down my spine, making me shiver. “I’m very invested in your education.”
I laughed softly, tilting my head to press a kiss to his jaw. “Maybe I’ll show you sometime. When we have more time.”
He chuckled, and the sound vibrated through both of us. His arms wrapped around me more fully, holding me close, and I felt myself relaxing and sinking into him. This was different from the backyard and the frantic, desperate coupling we’d shared before. This connection was achingly intimate.
“Hey,” Tate said softly after a while had passed, his fingers still playing with my hair. “You still awake?”
“Barely,” I admitted. My eyelids were growing heavy, my body warm and content. “I should probably go back to my room.”
“Probably,” he agreed. But his arms tightened around me, and neither of us moved.
“In a minute,” I mumbled.
“Sure. In a minute.”
His hand kept stroking my hair, my back, slow and soothing. His heartbeat was steady beneath my ear, a lullaby I hadn’t known I needed. I felt safe. Cherished. Protected in a way that had nothing to do with his job and everything to do with him.
I was falling for Tate, and that realization settled into my chest like a warm glow. I was falling for my bodyguard. The man who chased me through backyards and whispered filthy things in my ear. The man who saw me—really saw me—when no one else did.
And as I drifted off to sleep in his arms, his cock still nestled inside me, his breath warm against my hair, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Whatever came next, whatever complications awaited us, this moment was worth it. He was worth it.