Chapter Twelve
Harper
There’s something so wild and freeing about fucking outdoors and doing it while the sun is still in the sky is even better. I know we’re close to the limo, and Jay’s hyper aware of our surroundings, so we’re not going to be arrested, or whatever, but it’s still risky enough to give me a thrill.
I hear him taking his big, fat cock out behind me and I bite down on my lip as the tip rubs over the slick that’s spilling out of my pores. I’m so wet I’m practically a human slip and slide.
He pushes inside me, and I let out a soft sigh.
I’m used to his slow, careful thrusts.
He’s so used to protecting me that he even fucks me like he’s scared I might break apart.
I rock my hips to add more friction, and to encourage him to fuck harder.
He takes the bait.
Gripping my hips he pounds his cock into me, making me groan.
“Is this how you want it?” he asks, breathlessly.
“Fuck, yes. Harder.”
I lose my breath as he starts to take me hard and fast.
If he wants my hole to gape for his fist, he’s going about it the right way.
His left hand fastens around my cock as he starts to come inside me.
Like always, feeling him lose it tips me over the edge.
My come spills over his hand as he slows to a stop.
“Fucking hell,” he curses as he slips out of me. “That’s the fastest you’ve made me come in ages.”
“Maybe you should have let me suck your cock in the shower this morning.”
“Maybe I should make you suck it now.”
I shiver in delight at the offer.
Whether or not he meant it, I turn around, and run my tongue over his drenched, throbbing shaft. He’s covered in my scent, and I get to taste myself on his thick cock.
It’s never not a turn on. I love how much he always wants me.
I always have. And I will never not want him.
I’ve never cared that he wasn’t an Alpha.
And I never will.
He runs his hands through my hair, stroking, but never pushing.
I lift my head and gaze up at him. “Push me down a little, okay? It’s hot.”
His dark eyes flash, and I smile before I go back down on him.
The push he gives sinks me right down, making me take as much of his shaft as it’s possible to take. I moan around his thick cock, feeling my own desire rushing back to life.
“Fucking hell,” Jay mutters, stroking through my hair before he pulls me back up.
I’m ready to go back down, but he distracts me with a kiss.
When he breaks that kiss, he looks right at me.
“Either you’re ready for my fist now, or I get back behind the wheel, and I make you suck me until we’re all the way home.”
I blink at him. “Either? Why not both?”
“You’re such a pervert,” he murmurs. “Turn back around.”
“If I’m a pervert, you’re an even bigger pervert.”
He laughs. “You’re the one who wanted to mark each other on the cock.”
“It seemed like fun,” I defend.
“You’re addicted to sex enough as it is. Having an extra erogenous zone on your dick wouldn’t help one little bit.”
“I have heard it’s like getting into meth. There’s no going back.”
“Then it’s a good thing I made you take my mark in a less crazy place.”
He strokes that place, hidden by my hair behind my ear.
It feels good, I admit, and it’s nice to have a place that feels like that above the waist.
“It would be even nicer if it was my throat.”
“One day,” he promises, leaning in to kiss my throat.
Oh, yeah, that would be the better place for it.
“One day,” I promise in return, reaching back to touch the mark I made under his hair too.
We spent a week indoors after we marked each other there, because we shaved our heads to do it, like the crazy teenagers we were when we met.
“That day isn’t today,” he reminds me. “Today is …”
“For giving me a thrill, before I take good care of you.”
“Exactly,” he says. “Now, turn around.”
I do what I’m told, and he makes a pleased sound when he pulls my cheeks apart.
“You’re gaping for my fist.”
“Then you’d better give it to me.”