Chapter 15 – Vanessa
Chapter Fifteen
Vanessa
My skin burns as another painful wave of cramps rips through my abdomen. Magnum keeps his mouth sealed to mine and helps me out of my panties. My fingers dig into the material of his shirt, pulling it up as much as I can before I hit his arms.
“I need more of your pheromones,” I whisper. “Skin-on-skin contact should help.”
At least that’s what I’ve been told.
I have no idea.
It’s like an entirely new world without the suppressants in the mix.
He nods and pulls back until he has enough room to tug off his shirt. He’s covered in black and gray tattoos from his clavicles, down his sides, and across his stomach.
Goddamn.
He’s so fucking sexy.
My lashes flutter as my core clenches around nothing.
Magnum is too slender to have defined lines of muscle on his stomach, and that’s a relief. That stunt Francesca pulled with the wardrobe that didn’t fit might have dented my pride more than I’d like to admit, and I don’t even know why.
I’m content with my body even if I’ll never fit into single-digit jeans. God, I hate that woman for making me feel self-conscious.
Women are beautiful in all shapes and sizes, and we should remind each other of that frequently.
Men certainly don’t.
Not unless it fits their agenda.
Magnum’s hands slide up my thighs, and the look on his face assures me that he has no qualms with my curves. He bunches the pajama dress above my hips, but I’m grateful the front covers the soft area of my stomach that I’ve never been able to get rid of, no matter how hard I exercise.
“You’re fucking killing me,” he groans, popping the button on his jeans before working the zipper.
The movement draws my eyes, and the bulge from his erection is obscene. I don’t think I tell myself to move, but my hand sure flies to his jeans. I cup his cock, and Magnum growls. Snatching my wrist, he brings it above my head before grabbing the other arm and doing the same.
“Need you to keep these here.” He stretches out over me, ensuring my hands stay locked above me with one of his palms wrapped around my wrists.
I should have asked him to strip me out of my sleep dress.
I ache to feel his bare skin against mine.
His stubble scratches against my cheek as he kisses me, and his hard cock bumps my pussy.
It can’t be comfortable, considering his jeans are still on, but his dick seems to have migrated to where they hang open.
I moan, wrapping my legs around his.
It forces his tip against my lower lips.
Shit.
He should have lost his jeans and boxers too.
Heat builds under my skin, and another wave of cramps rips through my abdomen.
I seize under him.
“Fuck,” Mag whispers against my lips as he stops holding my wrists, moving his hand between us. “I’m trying so hard to be a gentleman, but your tight little body is too tempting for all that.”
His words light up my insides, and I don’t even care that there’s not a single little thing about me. The backs of his fingers brush my swollen nub, and I capture his lower lip between my teeth.
He growls as I swirl my tongue around it.
Magnum follows the same pattern, teasing his fingers around my clit. My nipples ache, and my pheromones flood the air. They’re so thick that it almost makes me gag, but feeling Mag’s hard length bumping my thigh is a solid distraction.
He knows exactly how to tease my body to send me soaring, or maybe I’m easy to please. I have no idea, but it’s never been this easy to give myself an orgasm. His lemon and honey scent soothes my instincts while also hyping my body’s response to his careful movements.
“More,” I whine, trying to keep my voice down. Things could get bad fast if Hawk or Moretti were to bust in, but I’m burning from the inside out. “I need pressure.”
“Yeah?” he asks, bumping his cheek against mine.
I nod vigorously, and his stubble scratches my skin.
How would it feel rubbing against my thighs?
Dammit.
I would kill to find out.
Magnum grinds his palm against my clit and teases a thick finger inside me.
I’m soaked, and my face heats.
I’ve made out with guys in clubs, grinded on the dance floor, and considered doing more. It just never seemed worth risking my life if my father and brothers found out.
It’s embarrassing to be a virgin at twenty-five, but my hymen is long gone. If I ever had one, I must have popped it on my own with toys or something.
I have no idea, but even thinking about it pisses me off. A lot of men in my life were worried about its existence, and it’s literally a non-issue because, even though I followed the rules, I wouldn’t be able to prove my case.
“Holy fuck,” Magnum groans against my cheek, keeping his voice low.
“The first few inches of your pussy is rippling like it’s searching for a knot.
Never felt anything like that. It’s wild.
” He kisses down my jaw and buries his face in my throat, licking and sucking as he adds another finger.
The stretch is intense at first, and I suck in a sharp intake of air.
“Too much, princess? All you gotta do is tell me if I do anything you’re not down for. ”
My hands have stayed where he pinned them above my head, and I finally realize I can pull them down. They land on his back, and my nails dig into his skin. “Don’t you dare stop. I want to come. I just need something more.”
“Ahh, let’s see if I can help with that.” He sucks on my pulse point, and I leak around his fingers as he really starts to thrust them deeper.
Okay, so he was just testing the waters.
I much prefer the way he fucks me with his hand. It doesn’t take long to realize that I can plant my feet flat on the bed, which allows me to buck my hips to meet him.
My pleasure builds, and I bite my lip to keep from getting too loud. Sucking down deep lungfuls of Magnum’s pheromones makes me floaty, and every sensation is enhanced. It doesn’t take long before I’m teetering on the edge.
Magnum scrapes his teeth down my throat and brings his free hand to cup my breast. He pinches my nipple, and my nails rake down his back as I pull him even closer.
My instincts hum, loving the way his body presses against mine. It soothes my need to be confined.
Sweat beads between my breasts and on my forehead as my pleasure coils tighter.
He stretches his fingers, twisting them and perfectly aiming them for my G-spot. “Come all over my fist, princess.”
I don’t need the order.
My body is already there.
I rip my hand off his back, clamping it over my mouth as my pussy locks down on his fingers.
“You’re amazing, Vanessa,” he coos against my skin, twisting his fingers to pinch my nipple. “A goddamn wet dream come to life. Fuck, my cock has never been this hard. I have no idea how I’m ever going to fit inside you with how tight you just got…”
No matter how hard I try to stay quiet, I’m sure my gasping moans are too loud considering the circumstances. I clamp my palm to my mouth even more firmly, and Magnum doesn’t let up.
He crashes his fingers into my G-spot and teases my clit with no mercy.
“That’s it, dirty girl. Soak me in your slick.” His tongue flicks over my neck, and I thrash under him, riding out my first orgasm that wasn’t self-induced. “If you think this feels good, just wait until you’re coming all over my tongue.”
The thought makes me jolt, and the euphoria gets to be too much.
I pull my hand from my mouth, whispering a plea for him to give me a chance to rest.
He chuckles against my throat and kisses his way up my jaw to my lips. “You have no idea what a battle it was to keep from sinking my teeth in.”
I gasp, and he shoves his tongue into my mouth, still slowly rotating his fingers inside me.
This kiss is slow and sensual rather than ravenous like before, and it makes my chest flutter.
No one ever gives in to my demands.
Not without a fight.
He’s popped up twice now when I really needed a friendly face, and he just turned my world upside down.
He’s tender as he lets me come down from my orgasm, but he smiles into the kiss as his thumb circles my clit once more. At first, I think it’s impossible that I could come again so quickly. It doesn’t take long for me to go from oversensitive to deeply interested.
A slick sound fills the air as he works his fingers in and out of my aching core, and I can’t bring myself to be embarrassed about it.
Magnum is relentless.
He doesn’t let up, even when I come for a second time. He seals his mouth to mine, grinding his cock against my thigh as I writhe. I come back to myself more quickly this time, and I can feel the curve of his smile against my lips.
I grin back until a terrible thought crosses my mind.
You’ve been totally focused on yourself.
What about him?
Shit.
I’m an awful sexual partner.
I can learn to get better with a little practice.
The terrible wife thing… Maybe not.
But again.
Fuck Moretti.
He straight-up told me to live my own life. I’m not going to feel guilty about doing exactly that.
I weave a hand between us, sliding my fingers under the band of Magnum’s boxers. Those might be boxer briefs. They’re extra soft and stretchy.
His crown is sticky, and his length jumps against my fingers as I cup him.
“That’s a bad idea, princess. I’m already hanging on by a thread,” he growls. It’s a little loud, but I’m sure I was louder.
“Take these off, please? I want to see and feel all of you.” I nip at his lower lip, nodding and squeezing his cock.
He pulls his hand free of my sex and curses under his breath. A lazy smile crosses my face as he holds himself up, yanking down his underwear and jeans.
He settles over me again, but I give his shoulder a shove. Magnum’s back hits the bed next to me, and I pounce. Okay, it’s more of a slightly elegant roll on top of him, where I pin his arm to the mattress in my haste, but I’m getting the hang of being sexy in the bedroom.