Chapter 15 – Vale
PLEASE PROVE ME WRONG
VALE
Silent sobs wrack my body as I stand there.
I can feel Oliver’s heat at my back, his breath against my neck.
I want him to turn me around and kiss me, hold me, anything!
But he doesn’t move. I failed, again. “Say something,” I beg him.
When he doesn’t reply, I pull out of his hold.
I feel his hand pulled from my jeans and his arm drops.
I try to pull my shirt back down, but he stops me.
“Just wait,” he says. “Let me look at you.”
I swallow hard and stop trying to pull my top down. My nipples are covered now, but the bottom of each breast shows under the bunched-up fabric. I awkwardly turn toward him, but I can’t look at him.
“You’re not broken, Vale.”
I shake my head. “I think you proved me right.”
When I finally look at him, his eyes are completely black.
He looks monstrous as he takes in my appearance.
“I’ve proved nothing, sweetheart. I’ve not even started,” he says in a deep purr that sends shivers down my spine and causes my heart to pitter-patter uphill and out of my chest. At any second my heart is going to burst and bleed.
His hair is falling out of the bun on top of his head. I’ve never seen him so disheveled. He looks like he’ll pounce on me at any moment.
“What do you mean you haven’t started? It feels like we've been doing this for a while, and it didn’t work. This isn’t why I wanted to come here.”
He steps forward. “Oh, we’re far from done. I don’t give up easily, never have. I don’t plan on giving up on you either.”
I walk away from him because I can’t keep looking at him. I go to the blanket and start packing up the telescope. So much for meteor showers. I want to go home and hide. I’m bent over the case when he comes up behind me.
“Don’t walk away from me,” he growls low like an animal and a shiver drops down my body. I don’t acknowledge him. “Keep it up. Go ahead and stay on your hands and knees, see what it gets you.”
What the fuck does that mean? When I turn, he grabs me, then drops me into his lap. I push my fists against his chest, but he keeps me there with an arm at my back. “Stop fighting and look at me,” he says, but I can’t. I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s embarrassing and it hurts.
I continue to push against him, trying to get my legs under me so I can get up, but it only manages to move me closer to his body. Oliver grabs my hair and jerks my head back. It doesn’t hurt, but it does shock me enough to stop squirming. I’m forced to look at him or rip my own hair out.
“Tell me to make you come,” he says so close to my lips. “Tell me that’s what you need, baby. Tell me that’s what you want.”
I swallow. He said he wouldn’t touch me. He said he’d show me. He leans in and runs the tip of his tongue over my lips and my hips jerk against his. I grab his head by the sloppy bun that’s slowly unraveling. Two can play this game. I’m sick of him pushing me.
“Oliver, will you please”—I pause dramatically—“get over it. I failed, okay. It’s not the end of the world.”
“You’re sexy when you’re angry, do you know that?” he asks, and the words surprise me.
“Sometimes I wonder why I like you at all.”
A sly smile creeps up on his lips. “I know why you like me. I’m tall, dark, and handsome with a big dick and a tongue that rarely gets tired.
I was built for this. I was built to make you come.
You feel it. Your body knows it. You didn’t come because I wasn’t the one touching you.
Admit it, that’s what you really want. You’d rather get off on me than your own fingers.
You need my hands on you. You need me to make you let go. ”
My jaw drops and I stare at this smirking, exhausting man. “You might be right. Then again, I don’t know how big your dick is.” I snicker.
He grabs my hips and jerks me across his lap.
I feel the ridge of him the same way I felt him last night.
It feels so thick, but I don’t know if that’s a good thing.
It’s intimidating actually. But it doesn’t matter, my body takes over, and I jerk my hips against his.
It’s like my dream. My hips are moving, and I swear I’m not controlling my muscles.
It’s like I’m possessed by a demon or controlled by instinct. I don’t know how to stop this madness.
“Oliver,” I plea as I rock against him.
“Do you like how I feel against you?”
He tilts my head back and I’m looking up at the stars. He touches the base of my neck with his tongue. He licks and nips at my neck till my hips are grinding against him, harder and harder.
“I need more.”
“What do you need, baby? Tell me, and I’ll give it to you.”
“Kiss me,” I gasp as his tongue gets to my chin, but he lingers there.
“Dammit, Oliver!” I yell. I yank him forward and slam my lips against his. I don’t care if he rips all my hair out. I can’t stop.
“That’s right, Vale. Take it from me. Take what you need, what you want,” he growls out before he fucks his tongue into my mouth.
He’s holding me while I jerk my hips against the ridge of his cock. His lips are on mine and I can see how much he likes it when I lose control. This isn’t my life, this isn’t me, but this is who I am with him. I lose control. I don’t want to lose control. I can’t.
It’s too soon when my body trembles against his.
I nip at his lips with my teeth. He rocks my hips back and forth because I tighten up, unable to move myself.
I open my mouth and close my eyes as I pant.
Breath is sputtering from my lungs, and I swear I’m going to explode. Oliver Byron is going to break me.
“Just let it happen. I want it. Give it to me.” He gets in close. I can feel his breath against my lips. I open my eyes to see he’s watching me intently. “You feel so good,” he says reverently with hooded eyes that tell me he really does like how I feel against him. “You gonna come for me?”
I nod my head, like I know it’s going to happen. My muscles clench and the moment they release, he smiles as if he knows. How can he know?
“That’s it. Come for me.” I swear his words are what spark my release. They’re absorbed through my skin and burst like fireworks inside.
My head flies back as I feel all this energy sink inside me and ball up.
It’s so much, so hot inside I force it outside of myself with the hope that it’s given to him.
With my mouth open wide, I scream up to the heavens.
I explode outward so hard my hips crash against his.
I’m losing it. I see the stars dart across the sky.
I see how they flash while I scream and tears fill my eyes once more.
This moment is so beautiful it hurts and feels spectacular all at the same time.
“It’s beautiful,” I cry.
“Yeah, it is. So beautiful. I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough.”
He tilts my head forward and watches me as my body cools. He cradles my cheek in his hand, making me feel precious. I wonder if I’m going to fall in love with him. It would be so easy to fall.