Chapter 16 #2
It was slow, reverent, and I took my time, savoring every second like it was the first time. I hadn’t meant to lose myself in her mouth, but I did. Kissing, for me, equaled intimacy.
Intimacy often translated to commitment, so it wasn’t a part of my playtime. Lines and boundaries were important to keep. But with her? All of it went out the window. It made me think long and hard about my life and what I’d settled for.
Or maybe it was as simple as I hadn’t found the right person. Until her. Because it wasn’t even a question now. It stopped being something to avoid and became the very thing I craved.
And maybe it was because she tasted like trust and trembling hope. If those two things had a taste, anyway. I was already addicted to the way she smelled. And the way she melted into my arms?
Fuck. She belonged there. Intimate didn’t even begin to cover what this was.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and a single tear tracked down her cheek. I followed its path with my mouth, pressing a kiss to her skin, the salt lacing my lips. A small, broken sob escaped her.
I stilled, pulling back. My mouth found the soft line of her jaw, then her ear. I lowered my voice, threading it with care.
“Hey…” I whispered. “Are we doing okay?”
She didn’t answer right away. Her breath hitched, and for a heartbeat, my worry increased.
Then she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes…Sir. We are.”
Her fingers caressed my chest, causing my nipples to tighten in response. Jesus, add her touch into the mix and my ass was gone. Then she spoke. And the single sentence unraveled something deep inside me.
“You make me feel beautiful,” she added, the words breaking free like they’d been waiting years to be spoken. “Like I’m not broken…like I’m still worth touching.”
I sat back, unsure if I was even fucking worth the tenderness and pureness of her confession. And at the same time something rose in my chest. It wasn’t pride. It was a hell of a lot quieter. Humbling.
She wasn’t looking for reassurance—she was offering me her truth. You make me feel beautiful. Like I’m not broken. Like I’m still worth touching.
The vulnerability she was offering stripped me bare in a way no other rescue I’d been a part of had. Whatever was happening between us, it had already outgrown my vocabulary.
But I was left with one truth. Her words made me acutely aware of how much care her trust demanded of me.
Don’t fuck this up.
I leaned over her body and kissed her on the forehead. Pulling back, I held her gaze. “That’s because you are so fucking beautiful, angel. And this body? Damn, it was made for touching. For pleasuring. No, let me be more specific. Your body was made for me to pleasure.”
She gasped as I pulled her bottom lip between my teeth again and bit down. Sucking it into my mouth, I soothed the bite.
“With your latest confession,” I said, arching a brow dramatically, “I think I have the perfect punishment for you.” My fingertips danced over her stomach and ribs.
“Pun-punishment?” she moaned. The sound was sweet. Her brow furrowed in confusion.
“Yes,” I said with mock gravity, straightening up. “We had a deal. You hold your position and don’t move. I can’t let this slide.”
My fingers did, though, straight down to her pussy. “What kind of man would I be if I didn’t keep my word with you?” I pushed her legs back open. “There is a lot at stake here. My reputation, for one.”
“Your reputation?” Her hips moved, chasing my fingers.
The fucking smell of her arousal was making this hard. Having never had a problem tempering myself, this was a first. But God, the things I wanted to do to her.
“Oh, yes. The guys would never let me live it down. Kick me out of the crew. Disown me. I’d be in shambles. No club. No crew. No brotherhood.” I pulled a Kinsley-sized pout from my non-existent pocket.
The corners of her mouth lifted, and the fear in her eyes eased. She was catching on—sensing the playful tone as one she could trust. That shit made my heart fucking soar.
Her hand shot out, and she touched my bottom lip. “But, Sir, how would they know? I will never tell.”
“Is that so? Hmm, the problem is we don’t keep secrets. You keep one, then you make excuses for another and before you know it, you’re up to your neck in them.”
“So you tell them everything?”
“Everything,” I growled. “So we’ll need to make this memorable. Now the most important question of the night, are you ready for it?”
She wasn’t. Not in the slightest. All her attention was focused on chasing my fingers, which were everywhere but where she wanted them. My hand came down hard on her pussy. It was enough to get her attention.
“Sir,” she moaned and then promptly relaxed back and moved her body into the exact position I’d put her in when I laid her down. “Sorry. I’m ready.”
“Good. Here it is.” I paused and kissed the tip of her nose. “Do you trust me not to hurt you?”
She blinked up at me, wide-eyed and vulnerable, the question hanging in the space between us like a thread waiting to be pulled. I could see the hesitation. Not that she doubted me, but it was the ghost of every time she’d been wrong before.
Her chest rose with a shaky breath. Then, her lips parted, and her eyes softened. The shift was subtle but powerful.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, her head bobbing.
My throat tightened. That answer—so simple, so willing—knocked the air from my lungs. I cupped her face with both hands, brushing my thumbs over her cheeks.
“Thank you for that,” I murmured. “I promise I’ll earn it, every time.”
Having received permission, I repositioned myself to the side of her. I may have labeled it a punishment, but it would be anything but.
Taking her right hand, I folded down her ring finger and pinkie, placing her thumb over both to keep them down. With her middle finger and pointer extended, I eased it across her nipples. She stiffened as they pebbled.
“Ooh,” she cooed.
I guided her hand down her body to her shaved pussy. She tried to pull away. “Remember the rules. If you want me to stop you, say the word,” I said, giving her a minute. With a nod, she relaxed. I brought her fingertips lower and let them brush against her slick flesh.
“Now if you’d been the good girl you promised to be, these would be my fingers.” I guided them up and down her as if they were my own. She whimpered in frustration.
Using her fingers to tenderly stroke her clit, I smiled with delight as her breathing grew heavy. “Now you’re going to do as I tell you, and I’m going to watch.”
I released her hand. Her eyes widened into saucers as understanding dawned on her. She straightened her head and looked up at the ceiling. Her fingers hovered over her flesh. Placing my fingers on her chin, I twisted her face to meet mine.
“No disassociating. It’s unnecessary. If you don’t want to play—”
“I do,” she panted, arousal filling her eyes.
“Then don’t look away from me again. When we play—we stay. Your eyes are to remain on my face. I mean it this time. Now slide those two fingers inside your pretty little pussy and play for me,” I growled.
Without any hesitation, she obeyed. Her top teeth sank into her lower lip as she pressed her fingers inside her tight channel. It did nothing to stifle a sweet groan from slipping free.
“Absolutely wonderful. Look at you. That’s my girl. Slow now. Work them in, feel how soft you are inside. And now out just as slowly.”
Gulping, she complied. “It feels so good.”
Her eyes transfixed me, and with each thrust she went deeper, blinking but not breaking contact. Her hips rocked up to meet the movement of her fingers.
Within seconds she was panting hard and drawing herself closer to coming. My hand snaked out, and I pulled her fingers from her dripping wet cunt. Without a word, I brought them up.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
“N-not like this.”
I brought them to her lips, and she parted them, allowing me to put her fingers in her mouth. Then she sucked them back, cleaning them. I yanked them from her mouth and smirked as her eyes grew wide. I trailed them back down her stomach and parted her lips.
Without warning, I pushed them deep inside her, loving the sound of her gasping at the sensation. I thrust them in and out of her, coating them with her juices. She gave a soft, disappointed sigh as I removed them.
“My turn,” I said as I sucked both her fingers into my mouth and groaned.
The taste, combined with the scent of her, was a heady mixture. Once they were clean, I guided her hand back toward her empty pussy.
“Now back at it.”
She nodded and parted her lips, teasing her clit. Her body quivered in response, and she increased the intensity of her touch. I removed my hand and sat back, watching her play with herself.
A fine sheen of perspiration glistened over her body, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Establishing a rhythm, her hips moved in sync with her fingers. Soon the room filled with the sounds of her pleasure.
“It’s like a goddamn symphony, hearing you moan and sigh for me.”
Her breathing hitched, and her movements became more urgent. Her body was on the precipice, yet she held herself back. Her legs trembled. It was otherworldly witnessing the unbridled passion as it coursed through her body.
“That’s it, keep going. Do you want to come, angel?”
“I want you to make me come. I like it better. Coming is hard for me. I’ve only ever done it solo a few times, and I always ruin them. And never with Cameron, he doesn’t—”
“Understood.” I put my fingers on her lips.
The last thing I wanted her to think about was him. I had a burning urge to erase him from her entire vocabulary.
“Do we have to stop now?” she asked, her eyes filled with sorrow.
“Why would we?” I asked with genuine concern. “I’m pretty creative, and I can think of another way to punish you. So coming is hard for my little angel?”
“Yes, Sir. I didn’t even know I really could with a man…until…”
“Until?” I prodded.
“Until that night with…you.”