Chapter 9
CHAPTER
NINE
Rett
“You make resistance feel like a bad life decision.”
His words danced in the air between us like gravity, a force of attraction so powerful it was impossible to escape.
There was a fraction of a second to wonder, Is he trying to resist me? But then he was over me, on me, a sudden buffer against everything else, including my own brain.
The weight of his body was heavy but reassuring, the scent of cigarettes and spice intoxicating, as my legs automatically parted so he could settle between them. He was easily double my size and used it to his advantage to pin me to the mattress and mold us together.
His arms curved beneath my shoulders, separating me from the bed, while his palms formed a gentle cradle for my head.
The action was so tender compared to the predatory way his mouth found mine in a collision of urgency and need, his lips demanding and a little reckless.
The conflicting sensations whipped me into a whirlwind of desire, and the only thing keeping me from spinning out was his possessive fingers secured in my hair.
His free hand dragged over my shoulder and chest to glide to the curve of my waist, holding me as if I’d always belonged in his hands. Sparks of awareness lit me up like fireworks, and I arched against him, already wholly addicted.
I tried valiantly to keep up, but he was far too skilled, tongue relentlessly exploring every inch of my mouth like a conqueror drawing a map of his new terrain. There was nothing tentative about him. He was a man taking exactly what he wanted. And what he wanted was me.
With one tug, my shirt was rucked up around my waist, his fingers brushing across bare skin. I gasped as goose bumps sprinted across my skin, the force of it breaking our mouths apart. He didn’t lift his head, instead remaining fully rooted over me, every breath tickling my lips.
Heat and raw nerves tangled in my stomach, buzzing like angry bees and leaving me breathless and a little frantic. The lazy, indulgent way he traced small circles right there in the small dip of my back, skating so close to the curve of my ass, had me near keening with impatience.
“Are you a virgin?” he rasped against my trembling lips.
I shook my head.
“You want me to stop?”
I whined at the thought, shaking my head almost violently. The hand cupping my head slid down, strong fingers clamping around the back of my neck like I was his hostage.
“Use your words,” he ordered, eyes peeling me open, leaving me exposed to my very core.
Wetting my lips with my tongue, I whispered, “Please don’t stop.”
He made a satisfied sound and dipped his head, creating a tight seal with our lips, sucking like he wanted a piece of my soul.
I was so easy and yielded almost instantly, excitement scattering what was left of my thoughts as his hand shoved beneath the waistband of my underwear to give my ass cheek a squeeze.
I tilted my hips to find blissful friction against his firm abs, the urge to come all over myself growing by the second.
And then he was gone, towering over me while hooking his nimble fingers in the hem of his shirt, revealing inch after inch of a body I thought only existed in books.
One that could only be created by the skilled wielding of a pen.
His narrow waist was tight with endless ridges of muscle, topped with defined pecs and tantalizing brown nipples.
All of it was a flawless foundation for a pair of broad, defined shoulders and arms clearly cut to carry burdens… or maybe someone like me.
His body wasn’t pretty, clearly not made in a gym.
The silvery raised scars littering his skin told a tale of trauma that dared anyone to call him soft.
Over his heart, he had a tattoo, but with the angle and the lighting, I couldn’t make out what it said, just that it was there.
There was another on his right shoulder, but it was obscured by shadows too.
Hooking my fingers in the waistband of his tactical pants, I leaned up to get a better view but was immediately distracted by the thick, rigid length pinned against his thigh. Transfixed, I stared, teeth sinking into the flesh of my lower lip. I tried to imagine him tunneling inside me.
It had been a while since I’d had anyone. And never anyone of his size.
Anxious to get a look at him bare, my fingers slid to the closure on his pants, trembling and aching, trying and failing to get them open.
It must have showed on my face because his deep chuckle rolled overhead, a hero announcing his villain era, as he brushed my hands away, shoving everything down with one motion.
Up until then, I didn’t think I truly understood the meaning of erotic until setting eyes on the long, thick length jutting off his body, practically flaunting the authority it wielded.
It promised to both ruin and electrify me, and I couldn’t decide which one sounded better, but I was all in to find out, even if he had to rearrange my guts in the process.
“You want me to stop now?” he asked, his voice wreaking havoc on my already annihilated inhibitions.
“No.”
“Arms up.”
I raised them instantly, allowing him to strip the shirt off my body and push me down onto the mattress.
The sheets were soft and cool against my fiery skin, making a shiver chase itself down my spine.
He ducked his head, and I arched in welcome, his lips branding the delicate skin there like fire, searing me all the way to bone.
I whimpered, and he latched on, sucking until my world was tilted and I was grappling at his waist to get him closer.
Our bare chests met, and I hissed at the feel of his skin on mine.
Confident fingers grasped my chin, pulling my face down to sweep his tongue inside my mouth before breaking free to kiss across my chest, over every inch of me, until I was quivering with need.
The front of my underwear was wet, the fabric sticky and restrictive. I squirmed and lifted my hips. The sharp edge of his teeth sank into the waistband, pulling the fabric away from my body so his fingers could delve into my curls.
I jolted when the waistband snapped back against my skin. But he shushed me smoothly, already pulling the fabric off me completely and discarding it somewhere out of the way.
I wasn’t nearly as impressive as him, but the look on his face didn’t show it, nor the reverent way his hands covered my thighs, pinning them open on the bed so he could slide down over my weeping cock with a single glide.
I fell back against the bed, back arching as he took me all the way in, the warm compression of his throat making all my muscles quake.
“Oh god,” I moaned, half out of my head.
My wet dick smacked against my lower belly, and his dark eyes blazed a trail up my chest. “God’s not here.”
“I’d rather have you,” I rasped.
“Ooh, good answer,” he said, grabbing my legs and flipping me onto my stomach, peeling my cheeks apart and unabashedly licking up my crack, tongue dragging roughly over my sensitive hole.
I bucked and cried out, which made him pin me down and do it again. And again.
Growing desperate, I wiggled until I was on my knees, chest against the bed. Vulnerability wasn’t even a thought until his thumb tested the pliancy of my hole. Burying my face into a pillow, I whimpered, anticipating the feeling of him pushing inside.
But he didn’t keep going, instead adding his other thumb so they could simultaneously massage my rim. “You’re safe with me, Pip.”
I believed him. In my whole life, I’d never been safer with anyone.
So when his tongue joined his fingers, my body relented, softening until I was his for the taking. When he pulled back, I collapsed on the bed, already panting and damp with sweat. The rustle of his clothes plus the crinkle of some sort of packet made me whine.
“Hurry.”
“Careful. I’m dangerously close to losing control.”
His words only made me whine more.
The mattress dipped when he came over me again, and I tensed, expecting a cold slide against my ass, maybe even an abrupt intrusion.
So I was caught off guard when I felt his lips brush across my shoulder and his warm chest blanketing my back.
Body going boneless, I turned my head and sighed, eyes open but too far consumed in bliss to see.
His long, capable fingers glided into my hair to massage my scalp, and he left a trail of wet kisses down my spine.
Once more, a rush of vulnerability washed over me, and I ducked my face into the pillow. Breath whooshed out of my lungs when he flipped me onto my back in one smooth movement, and I was left blinking up at the man who blended so well into shadows it was as if darkness itself had formed him.
But not even darkness could hide the black glitter shimmering in his eyes and the way his attention was solely focused on me. It was overwhelming, and my lashes swept down only to pop wide when a slick-coated finger pushed into my body.
“Look at me while I claim you,” he said, parting ways with the dark shrouding him to lean closer while sharp pleasure radiated through me with every thrust of his finger. And then there were two, the width of them opening me up and making me grind against them.
“So soft,” he purred, eyes still fixed on my face.
And then his fingers were gone, my channel left to clench around nothing. Quickly, he covered his dick before bracketing his frame above me.
His head notched against my hole but didn’t push inside. Instead, the heaviness rested there like an unfulfilled promise. My hands slid over his biceps, arms looping around his neck. His body didn’t give an inch when I tried to tug him closer.
“Say it,” he demanded, voice strangled and deep.
“W-what?” I asked, still trying to rock against him.
“My name.”
My brain blanked out as panic tried to take over. I didn’t know his name. I only knew what I had called him… “Hero.”
A sound vibrated his throat, and the pressure at my entrance increased. I cried out, clutching his biceps, wanting to feel it all.
Still, he held off, staring at me. Waiting.