Chapter 76 Spencer
SPENCER
I needed to stop scaring her like this. But fuck, did she look stunning all doe-eyed and vulnerable. I’d been dreaming of seeing that look on her face again ever since The Hollow.
I kept my hand over her mouth, pinning her tight to the wall until she stopped thrashing — until recognition washed over her face and those pretty brows of hers scrunched up in fury.
Satisfied that she wouldn’t scream, I pulled my hand away before she could bite. I’d seen Dom’s hand after she got a hold of it, and I wasn’t trying to be her next victim.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Kiera hissed, slamming her fist against my chest. I’d take the hit happily to have her close to me like this.
It had only been a few days since the last time I’d taken her, but every second since had been agony. I needed her lips crushed beneath mine, her breath hot and heavy down my throat. I wanted to make her whimper, to watch her finish over and over until her body couldn’t take anymore.
And as irritated as she pretended to be, I could tell that Kiera was relieved to see me. Excited, even.
“You really shouldn’t be wandering around here…” I growled, brushing a hair from her face. “You’re lucky it wasn’t Dom who caught you.”
Her brow hitched slightly at the thought, which only made me want to dig in. “What’s got you up this late anyway? Couldn’t stop thinking about me?”
Kiera bit her lip as her pretty green eyes flicked from my lips up to my eyes. “Something like that…”
I let my thumb brush over her lip before trailing my fingers down the side of her neck, making her shudder. “You know, if you’re having trouble sleeping, you can always come find me.”
“Really?” Her doe-eyes took on a sincere glimmer I hadn’t expected.
I nodded, cupping her cheek. “Of course, baby. You can come to me for anything.”
Feeling her relax under my touch only made my hunger worse. I wanted Kiera every second of the day. I wanted to make all of her problems go away as simple as that touch.
Before that restless mind of hers could pull her out of this moment, I pressed my knee between her legs, brimming with excitement at the gasp it elicited. Fuck, she was warm. My mouth watered at the thought of what she tasted like.
I bet she’s already soaked.
Lowering my lips to her ear, I just barely grazed her lobe. “You want some help clearing your head?”
She tried to bite down her whimper, but as I traced my tongue over the shell of her ear, she couldn’t hold it back. “What if they hear us?”
I pressed my hand over her mouth, muffling her moan as I bit into her shoulder. “Let me worry about that, baby.”
Pulling back enough to see Kiera nod, I lifted my hand from her mouth and pressed my lips there instead, letting our tongues dance against each other in a sloppy, fevered passion.
With one hand in her hair, I let the other drift to her luscious thighs, lifting her as I positioned my knee to hold her up. Her feet dangled just an inch off the floor, forcing the pressure of my thigh against her clit.
I could feel her moan into my mouth as I gripped her hip and guided her to grind along my thigh. “Rock for me, Bunny.”
She took the instruction eagerly, soaking right through her panties with each thrust. “Good girl,” I whispered, plunging two fingers into her mouth. “Suck.”
She took them so easily, pressing my fingers to the back of her soft throat before pulling her head back, coating them with each bob of her head.
Her lips looked so fucking pretty wrapped around me, but it was her tongue that was sending shivers down my spine.
She pressed it against the crease of my fingers, adding teasing pressure to each eager stroke.
Fuck, if that’s how it feels on my hand… The mental image of Kiera on her knees with my strap in her mouth was enough to make me shudder. Or her tongue circling my clit, drawing out the pleasure from my center. “God baby, you mouth. Not as innocent as you let on, are you?”
Pulling my fingers from her mouth, I pressed another deep kiss before shifting my thigh out from underneath her, holding her up with a firm grip on her ass. “How badly do you want it, Bunny?”
“So bad,” she breathed, locking her hungry eyes onto mine.
“Bad enough to keep quiet?” I purred, grazing my wet fingers across her inner thigh.
She bit her lip to hold back a whimper, but her eyes never left mine. “I can be quiet.”
“Good.” I smirked, pulling her panties to the side and pressing into her clit with my thumb.
The shudder through her body was instant and sent a jolt of excitement through my core.
The feeling only heightened as I brought my finger to her center, pressing in just one to test the waters. “You like that?”
“Yes,” she shuddered, screwing her eyes shut as her head tilted back to meet the wall.
I pressed in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
I could feel her walls clenching around my fingers just the way they had on my cock.
If I’d been packing tonight, I wouldn’t have been able to resist the urge to press it into her, stretching her around me.
As the thought consumed me, Kiera murmured something inaudible. I slowed my pace instantly, moving to pull my hand out of her. “What was that, baby?
“More.” She hissed, rocking her hips to slam my finger back inside of her. “Please, more.”
I could hardly believe it. I didn’t know what I did to deserve this fucking goddess begging for me, but I’d be damned to waste the opportunity. I pressed two fingers inside of her, and then a third, filling her until a blissed out grin painted her lips.
At this point, my fingers were absolutely coated in her pleasure. With each thrust into her, I curled my fingers and rubbed my thumb over her clit, keeping a steady pace as she grew closer and closer to a climax.
“Oh fuck, Spencer…” she groaned, just a little too loudly.
“Bunny, you need to be quiet…” I whispered, though all I wanted was to hear her scream my name.
“I—I don’t, I can’t…” her head whipped from side to side as she struggled to ground the whimpers fighting through her lips.
I didn’t have a free hand to muffle her, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop. Not when she was so close. So I pressed my lips to hers in a kiss that was damn near suffocating, letting our teeth clash as she moaned into my mouth, feeling her orgasm rip straight through my chest.
Only once the moaning stopped did I dare pull my lips away, letting her fall forward against my chest as she caught her breath. “Spencer…”
The sound of my name rolling off her tongue all breathy and desperate made my clit harden. “Kiera…”
I leaned forward to kiss her again, catching one last whimper against my lips as I pulled my fingers out of her and put my knee back between her legs.
Holding my fingers up to the moonlight, they glistened with her excitement — the same excitement that was still coating my leg as I held her body up.
“Fuck, baby.” Desperate for a taste, I plunged my fingers into my mouth.
Kiera’s eyes went wide, that adorable blush of hers burning as she watched me suck them clean. The shock on her face only made me want to put on more of a show for her.
“You can wipe it on my shirt if you want.” Kiera hastily grabbed the corner of her oversized tee and lifted it toward my fingers, but I pulled back before she could wipe them.
“And waste this?” I parted my fingers, letting the threads of it spread in the moonlight.
Her blush deepened. “Do you… like it?”
I cocked my head, a soft laugh bubbling past my lips. “Of course I do. Have you not…?”
Kiera shook her head. “The guys I’ve dated always thought it was kind of gross. I could barely get them to do it, let alone… look forward to it.”
Something dark burned inside my chest at the thought of anyone not cherishing Kiera. She was a goddamn miracle, and she didn’t deserve to be tolerated — she should be exalted.
“Well, those guys are fucking stupid,” I murmured, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone. “And if you’d make me so lucky, I’d love to get another taste of you.”
Her gaze flicked to mine, nervousness and excitement crashing against each other in her gaze. “Really?”
Nodding, I kissed her jawline and then her neck, working my way down over her t-shirt. “It would be my pleasure.”
As my kisses trailed lower, I shifted my thigh from between her legs, bringing her feet down gently to the floor before sinking to my knees. She was a vision towering over me, curls cascading down her shoulders.
The baggy t-shirt caressed the swells and curves of her body, teasing me with just enough of the curvaceous body beneath to make me fantasize about ripping the shirt in two.
My hands slid up her bare legs, feeling the goosebumps rise as I let my fingers sink into her hips and ass.
Her head tilted back, opening her soft, vulnerable throat to the ceiling as her nipples hardened under the cotton shirt.
She was everything I could have asked for and then some.
Using my teeth to lift the hem of her shirt, I slid my fingers beneath the elastic of her panties and guided them down her legs. By the time they pooled on the floor at her feet, I could see just how excited she was.
I’ll be pocketing those for later.
But before I could worry about dessert, there was the main course, dripping and writhing in front of me, desperate for a release that only my tongue could provide.
And I was eager to provide. Letting her shirt bunch against my face, I leaned forward, tracing my tongue through her folds in one, long sweep.
Nothing — not the ruined panties or my soaking wet fingers or the cries she’d been biting back — could have prepared me for the feast waiting between her legs.
“Mmmmph.” She exhaled through her nose, biting her lip hard to keep her whine at bay as I pressed back toward her entrance, curling my tongue before dragging it back toward her clit. Each flick of my tongue opened her legs wider until her hands had to drop to my head and shoulders for support.
Murmuring my assent against her clit, I couldn’t help but smile as she tangled her fingers into my hair, sending shivers through my scalp and spine and core with each tug.
She tasted salty and sweet with a perfect undercurrent of musk. It was so good I could hardly focus on what I was doing. Technique fell to the wayside, replaced by a need to devour her completely and utterly.
Pressing my tongue deeper, I dipped the tip into her entrance, feeling it tighten ever so slightly around me. She was dripping all over my face, hips grinding involuntarily to relieve the pressure in her clit.
Feeling her need, I pushed two fingers into her and pulled my tongue back toward her clit, circling it broadly as she stuttered and shook against my mouth.
Peeking up, I saw that one of her hands had released from my hair and was instead clamped against her mouth, keeping the deep groans building in her throat from spilling out into the hallway.
Such a good girl.
I had half a mind to reach up and pull her hand away, to hear her loose control, consequences be damned. But there would be time for that later. Right now, I was going to give Kiera the best damn orgasm of her life if it killed me.
Between the steady sweeps over her bud, I could hardly catch a full breath, but it didn’t matter. On my knees, face glistening with pleasure, with this beautiful woman on top of me would be the perfect way to die.
When her grip on my hair moved from light tugs to deep pulls, I knew she was close.
Slipping my free hand up her shirt to play with her nipple, I kept the pressure between her legs steady.
The swell of excitement I felt as her breaths grew shallower, more fevered, was enough to bring me close to the edge myself.
Come on, baby. Come for me.
And as if she could read my mind, she did just that.
Pulling on my scalp hard enough to make searing pain bloom, she bit into the back of her own hand as a second orgasm ripped through her center.
I didn’t dare stop, not as another gush of excitement dripped from her pussy, not until she let her body fall slack, tapping my shoulder weakly to stop.
And it took everything in me to stop. A taste of her hadn’t been enough. I needed the whole goddamn feast. I wanted to make her come like that until her body gave out completely, until it broke her.
Soon. I told myself as I sat back on my heels, bringing my hands to her hips to help hold her up. “You okay, Bunny?”
Her eyes were glassy as she nodded at me, breaths coming in shaky, shallow gulps. She looked like she could barely hold up her own weight, so I guided her to sit on the floor with me, wrapping my arms tight around her waist as I pulled her into my chest. “Come here, I’ve got you.”
We sat on the floor like that for a long moment — her face nuzzled into my neck, her fingers playing with my hair — until she was able to catch her breath. Pulling back to look at me with those soft green eyes, she could barely manage a whisper. “Was that okay for you?”
A laugh rumbled from my chest. “It was more than okay. It was perfect. You’re perfect, Kiera.”
Her eyes glistened as the words hit her. It looked like she was close to tears, and my stomach hurt at the thought that she hadn’t heard those words before. Kissing her forehead, the bridge of her nose, and those soft cheeks of hers, I couldn’t stop saying it. “You’re perfect, you’re perfect.”
Her limbs grew heavy and relaxed, and as I pulled back, I could see that her eyelids were softly fluttering closed. Trying to control the smile pulling at my lips, I gave her one last kiss on the lips before brushing the hair back from her cheek. “Told you I could tire you out. You ready for bed?”
“Mhmm…” Kiera nodded sleepily, moving to stand.
But before she could get her feet beneath her, I scooped her up in my arms and stood, letting her head rest against my shoulder as I carried her off to bed.
Once I tucked her into bed and closed the door behind me, I promised myself one thing. As long as Kiera was here, as long as she would have me, I’d make it my mission to ensure she didn’t spend another sleepless night alone.