Chapter 40
Nate
Her butt twitches and jiggles as she begins to run, and for a few seconds, that heart-shaped behind of hers distracts me.
But that iron focus, which has been my hallmark throughout my military career, kicks in.
I race forward, closing the distance to her.
She looks at me over her shoulder, yelps, then lowers her head and speeds up.
I’m almost upon her, when she turns and charges me. I’ll admit that takes me by surprise.
My Starling is putting up a fight, and that only makes her even more desirable.
She feints to the right, I mirror her move, and that’s when she darts to the left and past me.
And I let her. I let her race forward for a few seconds, enough to make her think she’s gotten away.
Then I put on a burst of speed and reach her.
Grabbing her around her waist, I twist her body up and over my shoulder.
"What the—" She tries to break free, but I increase the pressure around her thighs, then slap her gorgeous butt for good measure. "Let me the hell go," she snarls.
"Not happening."
She tries to dig her knees into my chest, and succeeds, enough to surprise a breath out of me.
But then I squeeze her butt, hard enough for her to cry out, and when I massage the curved flesh, a full body quake runs through her.
She continues to protest, though; manages to bury her fists a couple of times into my back, too.
I reach the marble bench facing the fountain with the starling and lower her onto it, on her front.
When she resists, I slap her arse. She cries out, and I take advantage of her surprise to push her legs apart so she’s straddling the bench.
Then I follow her down, so my front is plastered to her back.
She shivers, pants, grunts, and tries to break free.
That’s when I lower my head and dig my teeth into the curve where her shoulder meets her neck.
"Oh, my god." She throws her head back and into the crook of my shoulder. I reach around, cover her breasts, and squeeze.
She jolts, then throws her arm back and around my neck. She arches her tits into my palms.
"So fucking beautiful." I massage her breasts, then pinch down on both nipples. She groans, trying half-heartedly to pull away. That’s when I release her, then slide back and flatten my palm into the small of her back. I apply enough pressure that she’s forced to bend over.
She pushes her cheek into the bench, then turns and scowls at me. "What are you doing?"
"Preparing you for my penetration, of course."
Her eyes grow wide. "B-b-b… Don’t you need lube?"
"I have lube." I scoop up the cum from the crown of my cock and smear it around her forbidden entrance. She gasps, then tries to wriggle away, but there’s no escape. I keep my hand on her back and hold her steady, then use the moisture dripping from her cunt to ease my finger into her back hole.
"Oh god." She closes her eyes and pants. "That feels…"
"Good?"
"Different."
"Just wait until you have my cock there, baby."
She opens her eyelids and glares at me. "You’re trying to scare me."
"Am I succeeding?"
"It’s going to h-hurt?" she stutters.
"I hope so." I smirk.
She scowls. "You’re an asshole."
"I’m going to be inside your arsehole, actually."
"Fuck you," she spits out, and I laugh.
She’s so fucking delightful when she fights back. It’s this version of Starling that I fell for. I walked away after kissing her, and she flew at me, and raged, and I fell head-over-heels in love with her. Go figure.
So, when I saw her at the bakery and found her on the defensive and sad and desperate, I hated it. I wasn’t happy when she accepted the marriage arrangement without demurring. Apparently, she needed this little mock fight to find her mettle, and fuck, if I’m not going to be the beneficiary of it.
I slide closer, fit the head of my cock to her opening, and she stills. Her muscles seize up. I massage her shoulders, her neck, and when she relaxes, I slip inside and past the ring of muscle that resisted me.
"You feel so big,” she whines.
"Shh." I grit my teeth to stay where I am. Sweat drips from my forehead, down my temple and onto her back. She shivers. I shudder. "Let me in, baby. I promise, it’s going to be so good for you."
She groans, then begins to hump the bench.
"That’s it, get yourself off. Push your little clit into the stone and let it arouse you further."
She whimpers, then sighs.
I slide my finger under her breast and pinch her nipple.
She clamps down on my cock, and it’s such a strong chokehold, I almost come.
I grip the base of my cock and stop myself, then bend and kiss the nape of her neck, her shoulders, slide my fingers into her hair, and massage her scalp.
She relaxes again, and I slide in further. "That’s it, just a few more inches."
She half laughs, half cries. "I fucking hate you."
"I love you." I close my mouth over hers and absorb her cries, even as I hold her in place and pull out, then tilt my hips and breach her again.
This time, I sink in all the way to my hilt.
I growl, and her cry joins mine. I pant as I stay still, allowing her to adjust. She gasps, then mewls.
I push her hair to the side. "You okay, darling? "
She swallows, then slowly nods.
"A few seconds, then I promise, it’ll get better." I kiss her nose, her cheek, her eyelid over the eye I can see. Then back to her lips, where I lick her mouth.
Her lips curve. "You’re messy."
"And you make me so fucking horny."
I pull out again, and this time, when I propel my hips forward, she pushes back to meet me.