Chapter 18 Step Up
Step Up
I felt hot. Really hot. My breathing was heavy and my blood was rushing like crazy. What was going on? I groaned in confusion as a burst of pleasure shot straight through my clit and made its way up my body, making it bend and shudder of its own volition.
Fuck.
Opening my eyes, I pushed my messy hair out of my face to find my knees spread wide to accommodate the broad bare shoulders of a beast in action.
“Oh God,” I moaned, throwing my head back against the pillows as Darren’s tongue turned me into a goddamn puddle. “What are you doing?”
His only answer was the single finger he easily slid inside me, rubbing gently against my inner walls, pumping in and out at a leisurely pace.
I felt my back bending as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through me, my hands gripping the bedsheets in desperation.
Darren was slow and methodical, like he was reacquainting himself and taking his sweet-ass time with it.
“Fuck,” I gasped as he pressed a second finger inside, his mouth sucking on my clit until it grazed between his teeth, making me jolt from the sudden tick of pain.
But his tongue returned and teased the sting away while his fingers rubbed against my G-spot, his thrusts becoming more vigorous with each moan I gifted him in kind.
By the time he inserted a third finger, I was coming. So. Fucking. Hard. All over his hand, and all over his face.
A growl of approval rumbled from his chest as his heavy arm clamped down over my hips to keep me still. He never let up, his hands and mouth laying waste to my pussy with vigor, commanding my orgasm like he owned it.
My cries of ecstasy rang throughout the room, rewarding him with the only praise he’d ever get from me. Wordless, but unequivocally clear. And it was enough for him. For now.
When he rose from between my legs, a devious smile crept up his face as he dragged his stubbled cheek along my inner thigh.
“Good morning,” he murmured softly, placing a soft kiss against my skin.
I was still catching my breath, trying not to glare at him for the sexual ambush.
I didn’t get much time to recover before he was crawling up my body, the dark hunger in his eyes making my stomach clench.
“I have a proposition for you,” he drawled, trailing light kisses up my torso.
His lips stopped at my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking.
On a whimper, my back arched again, my hands gripping his shoulders while his tongue slowly swirled over the hardening bud.
His hand moved for my other breast, gripping and kneading, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my nipple until it too hardened for him.
I could feel Darren’s steel cock resting over my pelvis, the heat of his skin practically searing mine as he purposely bumped it against my clit. It was painfully obvious what he wanted, and I was honestly surprised he’d held out as long as he had.
When his mouth finally released me, I was breathless all over again, my focus shot to absolute shit as his hands took mine and laced our fingers together, pressing them into the pillows.
“This means you have something to offer me,” I whispered, trying to regain my composure. “Something I’ll want.”
“Mm-hmm,” he hummed deeply, lowering his face to gently rub his nose along mine.
“I’m listening.”
He pulled away just enough for me to catch the fire building in his eyes, that hunger growing into a dark and dangerous inferno. A sly grin was my only warning before he pushed himself inside me, making me gasp and tense as he filled me up to the brim.
“Oh fuck,” I huffed in shock.
Darren groaned with pure satisfaction, his eyes flashing with a dark and possessive look as he hovered above me. His hands released mine to roam down the sides of my body, leaving behind a wake of heat over my skin.
“Fuck yes,” he whispered under his breath as he seated himself all the way inside me.
My hips rose as my body stretched to accommodate his size. It had been months, and it certainly fucking felt like it.
“Relax, Jaden.”
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, letting my hips fall and focused on relaxing my muscles, somehow allowing him to slide in even deeper.
“If you can make it through this,” he said, his smooth voice laced with a subtle warning, “and show me how much you want it, I’ll amp up your recovery program and get you walking on your own again.”
I tried not to freeze in place at his words, but he’d just offered me the only thing I’d wanted for the past six weeks. Walking in the pool and the ocean was nice and all, but I had been ready to hit the ground running a long time ago.
“Today?”
“Today,” he confirmed with a nod.
There was nothing to consider. I could take him all fucking day if I had to. I was getting out of this goddamn bed. Today.
I didn’t even bother with a verbal answer. Just wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me, pressing my lips to his in a rough kiss.
On a growl, he deepened the kiss, his tongue entering my mouth just as his cock slid out and back in on a powerful thrust.
Darren swallowed every one of my moans as he moved inside me, his lips traveling along the side of my face and down my neck, where his teeth grazed against my skin.
Running my hands down his back and arms, I could feel his muscles tensing beneath my touch. With every thrust he made, my body moved with his, easily following his lead as waves of pleasure began to build in my core.
“Fuck,” he grunted as he straightened and wrapped his hand around my neck, holding tightly as he began to plow away at my pussy.
My nails scratched along his skin as he cut off my pulse and air supply, my body far too enamored with his cock to give a single flying fuck about it.
I could feel my walls clenching, an eruption building with each hard thrust he made, until he switched angles and zoned in on my G-spot.
I screamed as the orgasm overtook me, the release of my throat allowing it to last and last as the oxygen and blood flow crashed through my depleted system.
I hadn’t even recovered yet before Darren was dragging me by my hips toward the edge of the bed.
“Wait,” I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.
Please don’t break me. Please don’t break me. Please don’t break me.
Darren smacked the underside of my ass in warning. “I’m not done with you yet,” he snarled as he pulled my knees up toward his hips. “Wrap your legs around me. If you drop them, the deal is off.”
I grimaced at that.
Well, what the fuck.
Standing over the bed, Darren leaned forward so I could obey his command and lifted my legs to hook my ankles together at his back. It felt easy enough at first, but when he started to really fuck me, I found myself immediately struggling to hold on.
Darren rocked back and forth, my legs clinging to his every move as he pushed my wavering strength to the brink. But I refused to let go. Even as his cock coaxed another orgasm into existence, the pleasure building, making it harder and harder to hold my legs up.
Desperation forced my hands to my knees to keep them in place, the growing strain becoming too much as the tension increased.
But Darren refused to allow me the assistance and tore my wrists away to pin them against the bed above my head.
I groaned in frustration at the unfairness of it, the fear of failure amplifying the tremors running through my limbs.
If he would just make us both come already, I could make it through this.
“Darren, please,” I begged, giving him the desperate, sexy little whine I knew he loved, pressing my chest into his so he could feel my eagerness. I pulled out every stop, giving voice to all my cries, all my moans and whimpers, anything to egg him on and end my suffering.
And the bastard saw right through it.
Placing my wrists in one hand, he used the other to clutch my jaw, holding it tightly as he turned it to face him, all the while tormenting me with deliciously slow, hard thrusts.
“Who do you belong to?” he growled down at me, the dark edge of his voice sending another surge of liquid heat to flood around his cock.
I struggled to find the words until he switched angles again and hit me right where it counted, drawing an outburst of uncontrollable cries for mercy.
The man was a goddamn architect of sadistic proportions, building up my need just so he could torture me with it.
Each thrust made my entire body ripple with an undeniable need that instantly begged to be quenched.
“Oh God, you!” I shouted, squirming under him like some kind of feral animal. I could feel my ankles slowly pull away from each other, my strength failing me. But my need to come grew to such a magnitude it overshadowed everything else. “Fucking you! Please, Darren, please! Fuck!”
An evil grin slid across his face, the victory gleaming in his dark eyes reminding me of just how powerless I was compared to him. Always at his mercy. Always under his control. Never out of sight. My very existence was dependent on his every whim.
Tightening his grip on my jaw, he jerked my face to the side, brought his mouth down to my ear, and snarled.
“That’s fucking right, Jaden. You are mine. Every goddamn broken inch of you.”
And then he reared back and slammed into me, making me scream, fucking me so hard and so good I lost all sense of time and breath. I couldn’t even feel my legs anymore, all my focus wrapped around the steel rod pistoning between them that shoved me straight over the edge, headfirst.
I came hard, all my muscles locking up as the orgasm crashed through my body like a storm, electrifying my blood and setting my lungs on fire. My pussy squeezed Darren’s cock for everything he had until he had no other choice but to let go.
With a deep groan, he emptied himself inside me, pumping the final remnants of his release and creating little spasms of pleasure until he finally ceased.