Chapter 25
Chapter
Twenty-Five
THEA
“Good girl.”
Fuck me, every part of this man is perfect.
I can’t tell whether he was crafted by God or the Devil himself, but I can’t bring myself to care as he screws me with his tongue.
I never realized it before, but we are good together.
Hell, we’re not only good together but we look good together.
He looks even better below me, his eyes boring into my own, making sure I’m listening to his instructions as he brings me to the brink of pleasure.
When he adds a finger to help bring me to my climax my eyes roll into the back of my head and I’m punished with a slap to my ass again.
I’m extremely tempted to do the opposite of what he said, if only to figure out what he’ll do to me if I don’t…
but my orgasm is so close that I start rocking my hips against his mouth.
There’s something in the way that he looks at me that topples me over the edge, and I detonate.
By the time he slides out from under me, I’m a shaking mess, and collapse onto my stomach.
“We’re not even close to done.” The baritone of his voice surrounds me as he pulls me back onto my knees and lines himself up with my center.
The first time we had sex, I didn’t pay attention to his size, even though I knew he was larger than I’m used to based on how sore I was the next day…
but I’m all too aware of it in this position.
Understanding dawns on me as to why he was stretching me, why he was asking me how I wanted it.
Not only because he intends on making this last, but because it won’t be the only time tonight.
He runs the head of his cock through my folds several times before bracing a hand on my lower back and using his other to guide himself inside of me before it finds my hip.
My body immediately tenses, the position heightening the euphoria spilling over my skin as a harsh breath leaves him. “Relax, baby. You can take it.”
I try to do as he asks, my hands clawing at the sheets of the bed as he sinks in further, drawing something between a moan and a cry from me.
“You’re doing so well, sugar.” He reaches around to play with my sensitive clit which causes me to push back into him, effectively seating him the rest of the way inside of me.
His pelvis is flush with my ass as he pauses to let me adjust. “Fuuuck, I’m never going to get used to this. ”
I squirm, seeking friction. “Shut up and fuck me, Adams.” He chuckles but makes no effort to move.
“So demanding…I wonder…would you beg for it?” He’s not serious.
Scoffing, I pull forward and then arch back, taking things into my own hands. “In your dreams.”
I don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling.
I can sense that smirk from miles away. “Oh, you always do in my dreams. But reality is so much sweeter, sugar. Lucky for you, I’m not as patient tonight.
” He adjusts himself on his knees as he pulls all the way out to the tip and slams back into me, a scream ripping from my throat that I try to tamp down by shoving my face into the mattress so I don’t wake our neighbors.
“Oh no, I want to hear you,” he says as he wraps a hand through my hair and yanks my head back.
“I don’t give a fuck if the whole hotel hears what I do to you, so long as those sounds belong to me. ”
He slams back into me, his thrusts long and powerful as the grip in my hair becomes painful, but I can’t bring myself to care as the pleasure matches it.
He does as I asked and he fucks me ruthlessly, until the only thing holding me up is his hold on me.
He ruts into me like he wants to ruin me, like I want him to ruin me.
And that’s exactly what he does as he whispers filthy nothings in my ear about all the ways he’s going to take me.
About all the ways he’s going to make me come as he hits the spot inside of me that makes my vision black out.
It’s only when he releases his hand from my hair and uses it to pinch my clit that I hurdle over the edge, digging my teeth into my lip as I cry out, knees trembling and electricity traveling up my spine.
He follows me with his own release as he collapses against my back, using one hand to prevent him from crushing me completely.
For a few minutes we lay there catching our breath before he pulls out of me and rolls me onto my back, settling back between my thighs, intent in his eyes. “You’re joking,” I scoff as I toss an arm over my eyes.
“Serious as a heart attack, sugar, but I’ll need a little bit until I’m ready for round two. So until then…I’m going to make you come again. We have a lot of missed time to make up for.”
And by the end of the night, he does all of the things he said he would. Over and over again until my screams ricocheted off of the walls.
Morning light filters through the blinds as I stretch my body out, Nathan’s arm wrapped tightly around my waist. I reach for my phone as I wiggle in his arms, trying to release some of the tension from my body.
“Woman…” he mumbles in my ear as he grinds into me, already hard, and I smile to myself, feeling the best I have in weeks despite my aching body.
Why was I denying myself of him, again? I wiggle again, just to fuck with him, which earns me a low growl.
“You really want to play this game, sugar?” His voice is thick with sleep but I don’t miss the dangerous edge in his voice.
I type out a quick text message to Claire, to make sure she’s still doing okay after spending the night by herself in what was supposed to be our hotel room.
A small morsel of guilt eats at my chest until her response comes through a moment later, indicating that she’s fine.
I turn my head slightly, as I set down my phone, enough to catch the hunger in Nathan’s gaze as I finally deign him an answer.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.
” In one swift motion, he flips me onto my back, his body hovering over mine as his weight presses me into the mattress.
His cock twitches against my thigh as his lips find my neck and I gasp against the scrape of his teeth as he works his way down my body, kissing along my stomach.
He traces my stretch marks with his tongue before he looks up at me.
“Beautiful,” he rasps, and slowly begins to make his way back to my mouth where he captures my lips in his. I reach my hand between us and grip him in my hand, working him from base to tip. “You better be ready to finish this if you keep touching me that way.”
Heat pools low in my belly at his challenge.
I shouldn’t want him this much after last night, but I can’t seem to get enough.
I grip him firmer, rubbing my thumb over the precum leaking from him.
“Tell me you want me.” His demand is sharp as he hikes one of my legs up over his shoulder and catches my wrists in one of his hands, effectively pinning them above my head.
He slides the head of his cock against my clit causing me to buck with need.
When I don’t respond he bends down and bites my nipple, eliciting a yelp from me. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
I nod.
He rocks into me again. “Say it.”
“I want you.” The words come out nearly incoherent as he slides into me just as I speak them. I wince slightly from the pinch of pain but it quickly alleviates itself as he starts to move. He lets my wrists go and braces one hand by my head and brings the other to my neck, squeezing slightly.
“Is this okay?” he asks, and I can’t help but respond by putting my hand over his and having him squeeze tighter.
“Fuck. You are going to unravel me. Who knew you’ve been hiding this side of you, so messy…
so dirty…” He bends his head next to my ear as he whispers, “So mine.” A wrecked moan escapes me, his words making me come undone, his grip on my throat making every sensation sharper.
“That’s it…let me hear you.” And god, do I let him hear me.When he talks to me like this, I’ll give him anything he wants.
“You like this, don’t you? Being handled like this. Desperate and willing.”
I can feel my pussy start to clench around him as his pace begins to pick up and I move my hands to his back, nails digging into his skin. “Such a pretty mess I’m making of you. You’re mine, aren’t you?” His lips ghost over my jaw before he presses an open-mouthed kiss there.
When I don’t respond he squeezes my neck, cutting off just enough air supply to make me focus on him.
I barely manage to breathe the words, but it’s enough. “God—yes, yours.”
As soon as I say them, his rhythm turns urgent as his control slips and just as I’m about to tip over the edge, he releases my throat and the sudden onslaught of air causes me to erupt.
I clench around him, thighs shaking, body trembling as wave after wave of euphoria overtakes me, and with a guttural groan he comes inside of me.
He rolls his hips, taking us both through our orgasms before he drops his head into the crook of my neck. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours,” I whisper.
He slowly pulls out of me, giving me a lazy smile. “Thank fuck. Because I’m not sure I’d let you go after last night.”
“Har-har,” I joke. But he pins me with a look that tells me he isn’t, before striding to the bathroom.
“Get your ass in here, Lewis.”
I stand up, stretching my body out as I taunt him. “Or what?”
He leans his head out, the look on his face saying I dare you. “Or I bend you over the sink and spank your pretty ass until you remember who’s in charge.”
“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I cross my arms, raising my eyebrow. He strides toward me, stark naked, and I squeal as he grabs my wrist. “Okay, okay. I’m coming. Jesus, you big caveman.”
“Oh, I’m big alright,” he murmurs against my ear as he shuts the bathroom door behind us.
I snort as he starts the shower. “Sure, if you mean you have a big ego.”
The look he levels me with promises me he’s close to following through on his threat as he pushes me against the cool tile of the bathroom wall. “You say such cruel things, sugar. One of these days” —he brushes a hand down my neck— “I’ll have to find a way to keep it occupied.”
I shiver, his filthy words and their underlying meanings so different compared to the man he shows the world. “Maybe you shouldn’t make it so easy to talk to you like that.”
He chuckles as he grabs my hip in one hand and threads his other through my hair. “If you aren’t careful, you’ll find out I’m in a very persuasive mood this morning.”
I smirk up at him, throwing my arms in the air in surrender. “Oh…no…I’m so afraid.”
His fingers flex, his grip tightening just enough to make my breath catch as he spins me around and ushers me toward the shower, slapping my ass. I giggle as I step under the hot stream, and he follows after me. “You gonna let me wash your hair or are you gonna keep being a brat?”
“Hmm. Depends. Are you gonna do it properly, or half-ass it like you do everything else?”
Instead of answering me, he squirts a generous amount of shampoo into his hands before lathering it through my hair. I don’t even realize I started sighing until he speaks up. “You sure talk a lot of shit for someone who is a puddle in my hands right now.”
“Shut up,” I mumble as he directs me back into the stream of water to rinse my hair out. When he’s done, I rotate us so that he’s now in the water, his back facing me as I trace the hard lines of his back with my fingers. From this angle, I’m able to get a better look at the tattoo on his ribcage.
We only part to meet again MHL; 1992-2017
Under the script, as a background, is a gorgeous image of two birds flying in opposite directions.
It’s not a large tattoo, but it’s big enough that when I caught it a few weeks ago, I should’ve been able to see its meaning.
I guess I was so caught up in avoiding him at every turn, even the first night we spent together, that I didn’t look too closely.
Tears fill my vision at the homage he’s paid to my brother.
To his brother in every way that matters.
“When did you get this?” I ask, but it’s barely more than a whisper.
He grabs my hand where it rests along the tattoo and pulls me in so I’m hugging his back.
“A month after he died. When things started to settle in, I found it harder and harder to not search for him, whether that be in crowds, shadows, dreams…Even though I knew he was gone, it was hard to come to terms with it all the same. So getting the tattoo helped with that. It allows me to keep a part of him with me, always. A reminder that even though I’d lost him for now, I wouldn’t lose him forever. ” His voice cracks.
Pressing my cheek into his back, I focus on the steady rise and fall of his chest and the way he holds my hand like he’s afraid if he lets go, I’ll vanish, too.
My tears mix with the water, indistinguishable, and I’m grateful for it.
After a few minutes, I release my hold on him, only to spin him around, and then I kiss him—slow and sure—trying to relay everything I’ve been too scared to feel.
He doesn’t pull away. I don’t want him to.