Chapter 7 #2
She doesn't hesitate before grabbing the hem and pulling it over her head in one smooth motion. When she drops it on the floor and then she stands bare in front of me, I know for sure that I belong to her.
Not just because she's beautiful and her body is sinful. Because she's wild. Because she's free. Because she's mine.
“Your turn,” she says softly.
I push my boxer briefs down, watching her eyes track over my body. My cock is already hard. It has been since I found her in my kitchen wearing that shirt.
Moving to the bed, I sit on it with my back pressed to the headboard. Holding out my hand, I whisper, “Come here.”
She climbs onto the bed, crawling toward me. The sight of her on her hands and knees with her hair falling around her face makes my breath catch.
When she reaches me, I pull her into my lap with her legs straddling my hips. Her arousal soaks my lower stomach, and it takes every ounce of control not to just thrust up into her.
“Daemon,” she breathes, grinding her hips against me.
“Slow,” I tell her as my hands grip her hips to stop her from rocking. “We're doing this slow.”
“I don't want to go slow. I want you to fuck me.”
“Too bad.” I lean forward and capture her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hard enough to make her gasp. “I want to take my time with you. There will be plenty of other times I'll fuck you hard and rough, but right now I want it slow.”
I work her breasts with my mouth and hand, switching between them, learning what makes her moan and arch into me. Her hands are in my hair, while her hips are rolling against me in a rhythm that's driving me insane.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need-”
“I know what you need.” I slide one hand between us, finding her clit and circling it with my thumb. “Is this what you need, sweetheart?”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”
I continue the slow circles on the swollen bud, watching her face as she gets lost in the way I toy with her body. She's so responsive, so open with what she wants. There's no pretenses or games with her. There's only her raw, honest desire.
“I want you inside me,” she gasps, her voice wavering. “Please, Daemon.”
She lifts her hips as I grip my cock, positioning myself at her entrance. Her arousal coats the tip in her wetness. “Fuck, you're so ready for me to fill you.”
“I've been ready since I saw you at the bar,” she pants.
With my free hand, I guide her down my length slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. Her mouth falls open, and her eyes flutter closed. The half moan, half sigh sounds she makes goes straight to my cock.
“Look at me.” My words are a mix of a demand and a plea. Her eyes open, locking with mine. “I want to see you. I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
She starts to move, rising up before sinking back down. My eyes dart between hers and the place where my cock disappears inside her.
She's so tight and wet, and the way she rolls her hips is fucking sinful. It's like she was made for this, made for me, and it is almost too much.
I grip her hips, helping her find a rhythm. We move together in a sensual and languid push and pull. It's not the frantic fucking from earlier tonight. This feels dangerously close to making love.
“You feel so good,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. “So fucking good.”
I thrust up harder, hitting deeper, and she cries out. I can feel her tightening around me, and I know she's getting close.
“That's my girl. You're doing so good for me,” I praise her as one hand slides up to cup her breast. She moans, sinking her teeth into her full bottom lip. “Take what you need.”
She rides me faster in pursuit of her release, and I'm mesmerized by the sight of her. With her head thrown back, breasts bouncing, completely lost in pleasure, she's fucking perfect.
“Daemon,” she cries, gripping my shoulders harder. “I'm going to…”
“Come for me,” I growl. “Let me feel you, Chaos. “
Her entire body tenses, her pussy clenching and fluttering around my cock in waves. The sounds that she makes echo in the room, sending a jolt of heat down my spine. I hold her through it, thrusting up into her to prolong her orgasm until she's shaking in my arms.
“Now it's your turn,” she pants, still trembling. When she starts moving again, it's slow and deliberate. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
The words, the feeling of her, the way she's looking at me, are all too much. Without warning, I flip us over, pressing her into the mattress. She lets out a sound of surprise that quickly morphs into a moan when I drive into her hard.
“Yes,” she gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Just like that. Fuck me like that.”
I pound into her, all my control long gone. She meets me thrust for thrust, her hands gripping my ass to pull me deeper into her.
“Gianna,” I grit out, feeling my release building. “Fuck, Gianna, you're everything.”
“Come for me,” she whispers against my ear. “I want to feel you lose control with me.”
That's all it takes for pleasure to rip through me.
I come hard, burying myself deep inside her as her pussy grips my cock with her own orgasm, milking every drop of my cum.
My whole body is shuddering with the force of it.
We hold each other through it. Her hands stroke my back. I press soft kisses to her shoulder.
It's the single best sexual experience of my life, and it's all because of the way I can't get enough of the psychotic woman beneath me.
When I finally catch my breath, I roll to the side, pulling her with me so she's tucked against my chest. We lie there in silence for a long moment, just existing in the post sex haze together.
“Do you still think this is a bad idea?” she asks, a hint of a giggle in her question.
I look down at this beautiful, chaotic, impossible girl who's somehow worked her way under my skin. I smile as I say, “It's the worst idea ever.”
She giggles. “Good. I happen to like bad ideas.”
“I've noticed.”
She traces invisible patterns on my chest, and I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of her touching me.
“For what it's worth, I don't think you’re too old for me.”
“That’s because you’re twenty-two and don't know any better.”
“Or maybe it's because age is just a number. What actually matters is how someone makes you feel.” She props herself up on one elbow, and I open my eyes to see her looking at me seriously.
“You make me feel important, Daemon. More than just the party girl everyone thinks I am.
Like I'm someone worth paying attention to.”
My chest tightens at her words. “You are worth paying attention to.”
“Then pay attention to me.” She leans down and kisses me softly. It's brief, but it's enough to make me question everything I thought I knew. “Stop trying to push me away. I don't want to go anywhere. Let's just see where this goes.”
She might be young, but Gianna is wise beyond her years. At some point, I'll figure out where her bravery and knowledge come from.
“This is going to be complicated,” I warn her. She needs to understand all the shit that comes along with dating me.
“That's okay. I like complicated things. I mean, I like you.”
Ignoring her jab at me, I continue, “The media will have a field day if they find out.”
“When they find out” she corrects me.
I sigh and sit up, pulling her into my lap. “When they find out, they might write horrible things about both of us. Are you prepared for that?”
Gianna stands up on my bed, still completely naked.
Her movements are dramatic and exaggerated as she says, “I can see the headlines now!
They'll say ‘Gianna Harris, Golddigger of the Century’ or ‘Daemon Lucero is a Dirty Old Man’ or ‘Daemon Lucero and Gianna Harris, A Match Made in Senior Citizen Care Program’.”
Grabbing her wrist, I pull her back down to my lap as she erupts into a fit of giggles. “You're a brat. I'm being serious. What will your family think?”
“My family will deal with it.” She assures me with another kiss. “Stop making excuses and just admit that you want this.”
“I want this,” I say, the words coming out rougher than I intended. "I want you. But Gianna, I need you to understand, with the exception of Sage, I have never done the relationship thing. I've spent the last twenty years focused on hockey. I don't know how to do this.”
“Then we'll figure it out together.” She wraps her arms around my neck. "No pressure. No expectations. We are seeing where this goes.”
It sounds too simple, but maybe that's the point. Maybe for once in my life, I should stop overthinking and just let myself have something good.
“Okay,” I agree
“Good.” She smiles at me, and for some reason, I don’t trust it. “So, I have a question about something you said before.” I nod for her to continue. “When you said with the exception of Sage, did you mean Maxton’s fiance, Sage?”
“Fuck,” I whisper, unsure of how to answer this line of questioning.
“I’ll take that as confirmation of my suspicion,” she laughs. “Does Max know? Of course, he doesn’t know. If he did, there is no way you’d still be alive.”
“He knows,” I interrupt her rambling, and smile when her eyes widen to a comical size.
“Tell me everything. I need to know.” Gianna pushes me back until I’m lying on my back and she’s lying on top of me. She asks question after question about Sage without a hint of jealousy.
I hold her close to me as I explain how I ended up dating Maxton’s girl for a while before finding out about her love for my teammate.
There’s something about the way we fall into conversation so naturally that gives me hope that I made the right decision about the beautiful chaos gremlin in my bed.