Chapter 9 #3
I nod, suddenly feeling shy despite everything we’ve already done. “I’ve never . . . I mean, it’s been a while.”
Styxx returns to the bed, hovering over me, his weight supported on his forearms. “We’ll go slow,” he promises, brushing his lips against mine. “I’ll never hurt you, Hope. Not ever.”
I believe him. God help me, but I do. Something about this man makes me trust him in ways I’ve never trusted anyone before.
When he kisses me again, I taste myself on his tongue, and it’s surprisingly erotic. His thick cock presses against my thigh, hot and insistent. I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his girth, the tips of my fingers not touching.
He groans as I stroke him, his eyes closing briefly before snapping open to look at me with such intensity I nearly come undone all over again.
“Christ, Hope,” he hisses through clenched teeth. “Keep that up, and I’ll come on your beautiful body this first round.”
I feel a surge of boldness at his words. The power I have over him in this moment is intoxicating, something I’ve never experienced before. I tighten my grip slightly, continuing my slow strokes.
“Maybe I want that,” I whisper, surprising myself with my own brazenness.
Styxx’s eyes darken even further, if that’s possible. His hand covers mine, stopping my movements. “Not tonight. Tonight, I want to be inside you when I come.”
His words send shivers down my spine. He reaches over to his nightstand, pulling open a drawer and retrieving a condom.
I watch, mesmerized, as he tears the package open with his teeth and rolls it on.
The sight is so erotic, I have to press my thighs together against the renewed ache building there.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, positioning himself between my legs.
“Yes,” I breathe, opening myself to him completely. “I want this. I want you.”
Styxx positions himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. My breath catches in my throat as he slowly pushes forward, stretching me in the most delicious way. The initial discomfort gives way to pleasure as my body adjusts to his size.
“God, you’re tight,” he groans, his jaw clenched with the effort of restraint. “So fucking perfect.”
I wrap my legs around his waist, drawing him deeper. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. When he’s fully seated inside me, he pauses, giving me time to adjust, his forehead pressed against mine.
“You okay?” he asks, his voice strained.
“Yes,” I breathe out, and it’s all I can manage as Styxx begins to move.
He starts slow, his hips rocking against mine in a gentle rhythm that has me gasping with each thrust. My nails dig into his shoulders, leaving half-moon imprints on his skin. I can’t think, can’t process anything beyond the incredible sensation of him moving inside me.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I force my eyes open to meet his intense gaze.
The connection between us deepens as we maintain eye contact, something so intimate I would normally shy away from it. But not now. Not with him. His eyes hold mine captive as his pace increases, his thrusts becoming deeper, more insistent.
“That’s it,” he groans. “Stay with me, mo chathú.”
My body responds to his every movement, my hips rising to meet his thrusts as the pressure builds inside me. Each time he pushes deep, I feel myself climbing higher toward that peak again, faster this time, more intense.
“Brian,” I moan his name, clinging to him as if he’s my anchor in a storm. Maybe he is. Maybe he’s exactly what I’ve been needing all this time.
“That’s it,” he growls, his pace quickening. “Come for me again, Hope. Let me feel you.”
His words alone nearly push me over the edge. I’ve never felt so wanted, so desired in my entire life. The way he looks at me, like I’m something precious and wild at the same time, breaks down the last of my defenses.
When his hand slips between us, his thumb finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, I’m lost.
The orgasm hits me like a tsunami, more powerful than the first, making me cry out as my inner walls clench around him. My vision blurs as pleasure courses through every inch of my body, leaving me trembling and gasping beneath him. Styxx groans, his rhythm faltering as my release triggers his own.
“Hope,” he growls, his muscles tensing as he drives into me one last time. I feel him pulsing inside me as he comes, his body shuddering against mine, his face buried in my neck.
For several moments, we stay like that, connected, breathing hard, our hearts racing in tandem. I’ve never felt so completely satisfied, so utterly spent in my entire life. Styxx’s weight on top of me is comforting rather than crushing, and I find myself not wanting him to move.
Eventually, he does, rolling to the side and taking me with him.
“The next time, I’m tying you up and playing with you all damn night.”
A shiver courses through me at the thought of him doing just that. I want it.
No, I need it.
Giving up my control to Styxx is something I feel deep down I need to do.