Chapter 3 #2
Even when he hovered above me, begging me to breathe, he didn’t look as hopeless as he does in this moment. An ache courses through my body, and I feel like I could crumble under the weight of his pain, but I don’t.
He’s held strong for years. Now, he can let go, and I will be the strength he needs.
I trace my thumb over one of his eyebrows, smoothing away the bunched muscles and watching as they flatten. His eyelids fall closed in a slow blink before rising again, his gaze locked on mine. I push my hand into his hair, dragging it through the strands until my fingers slide down his cheek.
“I know,” I murmur, offering him the same words of acceptance he offered me, giving him the same silent permission to let go.
His eyes darken as he lowers his chin, his stubble scraping down the skin of my abdomen, only to be soothed a moment later by the brush of his lips.
Kisses pepper my stomach as he presses his face into me, weaving his way across my body, until he settles on the sensitive skin just below my hip.
He presses a deep kiss there, sucking the skin gently into his mouth, and the throbbing between my thighs intensifies.
His arms unwind, and his hands meet at the top of the lace below his chin. A gasp rips from my throat as his shoulders flex, and the fabric tears through the center, falling to my feet and leaving me bare before him.
Frenzied fingertips press into my hips as his lips finally release me, only to guide me back to sit on the edge of the bed. Weston remains on his knees, walking on them toward me, his eyes trailing over my entire body before falling to my lap.
“Open up for me, beautiful.” The growl of his voice breaks the silence in the room and makes my skin heat, but his words make my chest swell.
His hands skate slowly up my calves, my thighs, then back down again, my skin tingling in his wake, before his palms settle on the inside of my knees.
He slowly pushes my thighs apart, exposing every bare trace of me to him, and his focus is on me alone.
I squirm under his gaze, the heat in his stare giving me an idea of everything he plans to do to me.
As if he can’t hold himself back any longer, his face falls to my core, his tongue starting its tantalizing assault, and I cry out at the explosion of pleasure that licks up my spine.
He growls against me at the sound, the vibration causing me to whimper as my fingers fist the bedding on either side of me. His tongue swirls through me, the speed increasing as he laps up my excitement.
“You taste…” A low growl rumbles again, and my head falls back, my eyes screwed shut as my legs shake beneath his palms. He lifts away, and my eyes fly open, staring down at him, wondering why he stopped, but I only find desire in his gaze.
Stubble scrapes against the sensitive skin of my thigh as he nuzzles me with his chin and cheek before lowering his mouth just above me again.
His face darkens, and I get a glimmer of the Weston I saw back in the cabin, the one who threatened Dane, who put himself at risk to protect me. It makes my breath catch as he stares up at me, a predator who is claiming his prey.
“You taste like you’re mine.”
Something inside him snaps, and he lets go of whatever he was keeping leashed. His hands slide under my ass, dragging me to the edge of the bed. Pressing into me with a bruising grip, he tilts my hips up, giving him better access to my throbbing core before his lips and tongue find me again.
“Fuck, Weston,” I gasp, and clutch onto his shoulders, the heat of his skin almost burning my palms. “I’m yours.
I’m yours.” The words come out breathy as my chest heaves and my toes curl.
He is ravenous, coaxing the pleasure from me in wave after wave.
Tears prick at my eyes as the throbbing between my thighs is met by the pressure and wet heat of his tongue.
I can barely handle the intensity of his strokes and what they are doing to my entire body.
I need to feel him too, to get closer and ground myself to his skin.
Sliding my hands down the back of his neck, I grip his muscular back, feeling the rippling tension as he moves and clutches my body.
My nails dig into his skin when his tongue flickers over my most sensitive spot, and I cry out as my body convulses beneath him.
“This was supposed to be for you,” I pant and bite my lip to stifle another cry.
“Trust me, sweetheart,” he rumbles against me. “It is.”
The world falls away when he sucks my clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it, and moving his hands to grip my thighs, spreading me wider for him.
All I can feel is Weston, fingers digging into my muscles, face buried in my core.
Pressure builds so quickly that I can’t hold it back any longer, and my head falls back as I break apart.
The muscles inside me flutter and clench repeatedly as I shudder and tremble beneath him, and I can’t control the whimper that escapes at the overwhelming desire to have him inside me.
“Weston,” I beg, and like he always knows exactly what I’m thinking, he heaves a deep sigh against me.
With one final slow caress of his flattened tongue, he stands, his steady hands immediately finding the ties at his waistband.
He loosens them, tugging and pulling quickly without ever taking his eyes off mine.
Heavy pants rise in my chest, the pleasure he just enraptured me with still overwhelming my senses, but I feel the slick heat of excitement between my thighs again as I watch him undress himself.
My tongue runs over my bottom lip when the ties finally fall free, loose enough to allow the pants to drop to his ankles.
His hard cock juts forward, pulling all my attention to it, and I understand why he said he was enjoying what he was doing as much as I was.
But I meant what I said. I want him to have what he needs, and if that is me, I want to give it to him.
Without thinking or worrying, or focusing on my inexperience, I lean forward, letting my desires guide me, hoping to give him everything he just gave me. Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around his firm length, and gently drop to my knees before him.
“Lennox,” he murmurs, and I feel the brush of his fingertips on my face, pushing my hair back and tilting my head so I’m looking up at him. “You don’t have to.”
“You don’t want me to?” I ask, trying to keep the twinge of self-consciousness from creeping into my voice, but he huffs a low laugh and shakes his head.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Then let me.”
He lets out a sigh as his other hand finds my face, and his thumb slowly caresses my bottom lip.
“My queen should not be on her knees for anyone. Especially not me.”
I raise an eyebrow at him, the flooding feeling of a challenge overcoming any self-conscious thoughts I had mere moments ago.
“I made it clear that this was supposed to be for you, and as your queen, I dare you to stop me.”
His pupils widen as our gazes stay locked together, and I lean forward, just enough so I can run my tongue along the tip of his cock.
The hiss of a sharp intake of breath makes me swell with pride, and I watch as he can’t take it anymore.
His head falls back, and his eyes screw shut as his chest rumbles with a deep groan.
“Fuck.”
Just one word ignites a fire inside me, and I’m consumed by the desire to elicit more sounds like that.
Now I understand why every time I cry out, it urges him on.
Desire pools between my thighs now knowing what this does for him, so I lower my mouth further, taking the tip of him inside and sucking gently.
This groan is louder, and one hand lifts off my cheek and settles on the beam of the four-poster bed.
He leans forward onto it, and I take him further into my mouth, licking and sucking, trying to imitate the motions he does to me.
A flicker of worry that I’m not doing it right is squashed when his fingers weave through my hair, gently tugging and silently urging me to continue.
“Fuck, Lennox. I can’t…” He grunts, and my eyes flick up to him, taking in the pleasure-filled expression on his face. “So good, sweetheart.”
I moan in response, taking the encouragement and pulling him in deeper, sucking, licking and swirling, loving the way his body responds to my touch.
His fingers clench again as I move back and forth, and I reach out to steady myself on his trembling thigh without slowing my movements or loosening my grip.
His breaths heave above me, but his hand is gentle, until it falls away and I feel him straighten.
“Enough,” he says firmly, and I pull away, daring to glance up at him, my previous confidence wavering.
Until I see the heat in his stare.
Hands encircling my ribs, he lifts me to my feet, and his lips crash to mine in a searing kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, stroking and thrusting deep, and I moan into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he growls against my lips as he kicks his boots off and steps out of his pants, walking me backward. “I want you wrapped around me. I want to feel you gripping my cock when I’m buried inside you. Now.”
He kisses me again, lifting me by my thighs and crawling forward onto the bed.
The kiss doesn’t break as he lowers me down, lining our hips and pressing his pelvis into mine.
His broad shoulders and muscular arms envelop me, and his hot, bare skin sears me everywhere we touch.
A palm finds my breast, kneading it hungrily as his tongue still invades my mouth, and my hips grind against his.
His fingers move, wrapping over the lace and snapping it, the same as he did moments ago.
My breasts barely fall from the garment before his mouth is on my nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard, making my entire body writhe.
Between my thighs is molten as his fingers slide through me, eliciting a grumble from his throat.
“So eager for me to be inside you, my queen,” he says, and sucks my breast into his mouth harder.
“Yes,” I cry, and grip the hair on the nape of his neck, mentally begging him to move faster.
He releases my nipple and reaches between us, lining the tip of his length to my entrance, but he doesn’t move, only wraps me up in his arms, the bulging muscles tightening and crushing me to him as if he too can’t be close enough.
Then with a flex of his hips, he slowly pushes inside.
“Gods,” I moan into his lips, my eyes squeezing shut as the agonizing stretch drives me wild.
The muscles in my core flutter, already clenching him with the anticipation of him filling me finally realized.
His lips move to my jaw and down my neck as he rocks into me, pushing deeper with each tantalizing stroke.
Hips grinding into mine, the rhythm sparks the pleasure, but keeps it at a constant hum that makes my body move against his, begging for more.
I know he needs this—the contact, the understanding, the control. I need it too. I need to know that despite everything that happened tonight, our life here will be the best it can be. I need to know that he is going to be alright, and that he knows I’m his.
Forever.
His mouth finds mine again as his hips continue their torturous rhythm. Tongue matching the deep thrusts of his cock, it’s as if he just wants to relish this time, our connection, and only feel.
I let him.
Time passes as we lose ourselves in each other, without a thought of anything outside of the feel of our bodies moving together. I barely realize when he moves, rolling us to the side, and settling me on top so my legs straddle his body.
“Oh gods,” I cry as my hips settle, deepening the press of his cock, the angle hitting something inside and eliciting a pleasure only he’s ever brought out of me. My eyes screw shut and my jaw falls open as my hands reach out to his abdomen, clutching his tensing muscles as he stills beneath me.
“Open your eyes,” he says, and they fly open, immediately finding his and seeing the fire still present. “I want to watch you as you come all over me.” His hips buck into me, and my cry is closer to a scream as his cock sinks impossibly deeper.
Flattening my palms on his abdomen, I feel the rough scar brush against my skin as I look into his eyes. I can’t hold back. My hips roll over his, rocking back and forth, feeling the slide of his length with each of my movements as my fingers dig into his muscles.
I watch him watch me; his jaw tight, his eyes hungry. His hands find my hips, and he moves me on top of him, lifting me and rocking me harder onto his cock, every movement growing more fevered than the last.
The pressure builds, and my jaw falls open, trying to contain it and let this last longer, for him and for me, but he’s too attuned to my feelings. One hand slides from my hip, drifting between my thighs until his thumb finds my core, pressing into the spot that makes me shake.
Pleasure explodes through my body, the waves crashing through me with each rock of my hips and pressured circle of his thumb.
A cry tears from my throat as the explosion wracks through me, and the muscles in my core clench and squeeze him, fueled even more by the look in his eye as he watches me fall.
His pace hastens, the muscles in his abdomen tightening as he chases his own release, his grunts mixing with the sounds of our bodies moving together.
With one final pulse, his body stiffens, his jaw slackens, and his pupils barely leave any color left in his eyes.
I fall forward onto him, gasping breaths heaving in my chest, as he presses kisses to my hair and my face. He rolls us again, his cock still settled deep inside, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, and his arms wrap me in a crushing embrace.
His lips press into mine, the kiss full of all the emotion behind it. He pulls away, his chest still heaving with breaths as his forehead presses into mine.
“Thank you,” he grumbles, before his head settles in the crook of my neck, his lips pressed into my skin as he holds me tightly.
I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, and feel his entire body relax over me, the weight of him grounding me.
“You don’t have to thank me, Weston,” I murmur and press a kiss into his hair when he sighs deeply. “I need you too.”