Chapter 12 8 Hours Between Heaven And Hell #2
Shit. Oh shit. She remembered.
Her bluntness caught me off guard, desire surging through me instantly. I caught her wrist, stilling her movements.
“Say that again,” I commanded, my voice dropping to a register I rarely used outside the bedroom.
She tilted her chin up, a spark of challenge in her eyes. “I said, I remember you telling me you wanted me sober next time. Well, I’m sober now. Wouldn’t want to ruin that.”
I tightened my grip on her wrist, just enough to see her pupils dilate. “Are you sure that’s what you want, sweetheart? Once we start, I won’t be holding back.”
“Good,” she breathed, pressing herself against me. “I don’t want you to. Hudson, I want this. I want you to take control like you did before. I have for a while.”
The last thread of my sanity snapped. I spun her around, pressing her front against the wall, my body caging her in from behind. One hand gathered her wrists above her head, pinning them against the wall, while the other slid around to her throat, not squeezing, just establishing dominance.
“Show me how much you liked me taking control that night,” I murmured against her ear, feeling her shiver as my breath ghosted over her skin. She pushed back, grinding her ass against my erection.
“Harder,” I nipped at her earlobe hard enough to make her gasp, and she pressed back just as I’d said. I tilted my head back, swallowing a groan. Fuck, she was perfect. “Safe word?”
“Red,” she replied without hesitation.
“Good girl,” I praised, feeling her pulse jump under my fingers at the endearment. “Now, don’t move.”
I released her slowly, stepping back just enough to appreciate the sight of her, hands still obediently above her head, face turned to the side, cheek pressed against the wall, chest rising and falling with quickened breaths. The pink dress hugged every curve, begging to be removed.
“Turn around,” I ordered, and she complied immediately, her back now against the wall, hands still raised above her head. Her lips were parted, cheeks flushed, eyes dark with want.
I approached her again, deliberately unhurried, enjoying the way she tracked my every movement. When I reached her, I didn’t touch her, just leaned in close, my lips a breath away from hers.
“I’m going to undress you now,” I informed her, voice calm and controlled despite the desire racing through my veins. “And you’re going to stay perfectly still. Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, then caught herself. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I prompted, one eyebrow raised.
“Yes, sir.”
Those two words in her voice sent heat straight to my groin. “Good girl.”
I reached behind her and undid the zipper of her dress. Time slowed as I dragged it down, the sound obscenely loud in the quiet apartment.
“Lower your arms.” As the fabric loosened, I slid my hands under the straps, pushing them off her shoulders, letting the dress fall to her waist, her hips, and to the floor entirely.
She stood before me in nothing but a lacy strapless bra and matching thong, both the same shade of pink as her dress.
“Beautiful,” I murmured, trailing my fingers lightly down her sternum, between her breasts, to her navel. “But still too covered.”
I reached behind her again, unclasping her bra with a snap of two fingers. She inhaled as I dragged the lace away, revealing her breasts to my hungry gaze. Her nipples were already hard, begging for attention. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
“Come.”
She took a step towards me, her gaze never leaving mine. I wrapped a hand around her waist, yanking her forward until she was flush against me. Beneath my touch, her pulse raced.
“Hudson, I—”
“Sh.” Leaning down, I captured one tight peak between my lips, flicking my tongue over the hard bud, then gently scraping it with my teeth.
She moaned, a delicious sound of surrender that went straight to my dick.
I suckled her until she was writhing, pressing herself against me.
Her nails dragged down my back as I switched to her other nipple, marking her with my mouth.
With one hand, I gripped the side of her thong. “I’m going to rip this.”
All she did was nod.
The fabric tore easily, but I still used my other hand to make sure it didn’t cut into her as the thong ripped.
“These are mine now.” I smirked at her, tucking the underwear into my pocket.
“I don’t think they’ll fit.”
“Ha. Ha.”
I dropped to my knees, gazing up at her, taking in her swollen breasts and desire-glazed eyes. She was a goddess, and I’d never wanted anyone more.
“You wanted me on my knees for you, sweetheart. Well,” I murmured, kissing her bare skin. “Here I am. Step forward and put your leg over my shoulder.”
A tremor went through her as she obeyed, the inside of her thigh pressed against my face. My fingers shook as I skimmed them up her leg. I leaned in, inhaling her scent, the taste of her filling my head.
“Fuck,” I muttered against her.
When she wobbled, I steadied the back of her leg with one hand. Using my free hand, I ran two fingers up her center and spread her open. She was soaking wet, and I grinned as I made eye contact with her.
“Hold on however you have to, sweetheart.”
“I’ll be fi—”
A satisfied smirk crossed my lips at the cry she gave the moment my tongue licked a long, slow stroke up her center. God, I’d been starving, ravenous, and hadn’t realized to what extent until I was on my knees for her.
I stroked her with my tongue, flicking at that sweet bundle of nerves.
The hand I’d been using to steady her slid to her ass, keeping her pressed firmly against my mouth.
With my other hand, I used a finger to trace down where my mouth had been, finding her entrance, sliding inside as I licked her clit.
She tasted of heaven. Better than heaven.
Her fingers twisted in my hair, nails scraping my scalp, as she balanced with one foot on the floor.
She was probably pulling more than necessary, but I relished the sting.
Relished that I was the one doing this to her.
That she’d even let me after the rocky start we’d had.
God, she was perfect. My erection strained against my pants, and I worried for a moment that I might come undone before I’d even have a chance to be inside her.
To prevent that unfortunate circumstance, I paused with my mouth, pushing her higher to the edge with just my finger for a moment. She enraptured me with the look of ecstasy on her flushed face.
“Oh god…” Her breathing came in harsh, broken gasps. I added a second finger, curling them, and keeping her right on the edge.
Confident that I wouldn’t embarrass myself, I leaned back in for a languid taste of her pleasure.
She was so close, and I wanted to see her fall apart just as I had over and over again the first night we’d spent together as strangers. Only, we were no longer strangers. We were more.
She was more.
I nipped gently at her clit before sucking it softly into my mouth, swirling my tongue at the same time I rubbed that spot inside of her.
Mari’s hand tightened in my hair, pressing me to her until I could hardly breathe. I didn’t care. Around my fingers, her inner muscles had started to clench, and I grinned into her pussy.
With only a few more strokes, she shattered, crying out my name.
Fuck, that’s what I needed to hear.
Her name on my lips as she came on my mouth. On my fingers. On my dick.
Mari’s cry vibrated through me as I drank her in.
When she wobbled, I gripped her tight on the back of her thigh, chuckling against her skin as she used my head to stay standing.
As the aftershocks faded, I licked my lips and helped her move her leg down off my shoulder, not releasing her until I knew she was steady.
“Good girl.” I stood, dragging her against me, my mouth taking hers in a bruising kiss. I was rock hard, my self-control hanging by a thread.
She giggled against my lips. “Good boy.”
I slapped her ass. A moment later, my hands were everywhere. Her hair, her breasts, her waist. Her fingers dug into my shoulders as I walked her backwards, our lips never parting. She stumbled, and I lowered her to the couch, breaking the kiss at last.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I ordered, my voice rough. “Don’t move until I get back.”
Fuck, she was gorgeous like this, face and chest flushed, eyes dark and wanting. She turned over, exposing her ass to me. It was a miracle I had the self-control to leave the room with her like that.
Condom, condom, condom.
Where the hell were my condoms?
I ransacked my bathroom until I found a box and all but ripped it to shreds trying to get one of the little packets out.
I grabbed three for good measure and because I remembered just how many we’d gone through during that first night.
Before I forgot, I also took off my clothes.
If I’d planned things better and had the patience for it, I would’ve done so in front of her, but I needed to fuck her before I lost my goddamn mind.
The sight that greeted me when I got back to my living room was straight out of one of my dreams. Mari, kneeling on my couch, beautifully naked and confident, staring over her shoulder at me with her messy blonde hair sticking to the sweat already sparkling on her skin.
God, I was the luckiest man.
Tearing open the first condom, I rolled it on, my hands trembling enough that I noticed. Fuck, I needed to be inside her.
“You look incredible on your hands and knees for me, sweetheart.” I bit my bottom lip as I approached her.
“Are you going to fuck me already? Or do I need to take control?”
I grinned, running a hand over her ass before smacking it. Mari yelped, and I soothed the sting by running my knuckles over the spot. “Nice try, but you’ll do as I say.”
“If you don’t start soon, I can’t promise that.”
“Sure you want to test me?”
“Maybe.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me over her shoulder.
“Not a good idea. When I’m in charge, you come only when I say so, and if you keep testing me, that won’t be for a very long time.”