Chapter 19 #2
His fingers weren’t soft and gentle as they delved into my panties. Instead, they conquered new territory exactly the way I needed him to. More than words, more than petty seduction. It was a moment of shared desire and a way to forget the past.
He cupped my mound like it was precious while making it clear he had the power.
He excavated through my folds with slow swipes that made every worry disappear.
There was just the slow build of pleasure knotting deep inside me and a written challenge in his eyes, daring me to think of anything else but this.
“That’s a good girl.”
“If you start with that condescending attitude, I swear—”
The thrust of his fingers inside me, fast and hard, on the edge of painful, stole my breath.
“You what?” He pushed aside the collar of my faux-fur jacket and licked along my collarbone. “You didn’t say stop. You still haven’t because you want what I’m offering.”
“What is that exactly?”
“Release. I’ll be your distraction.” He nibbled up my neck, and I tilted my head to give him better access. “Now take off your pants.”
I didn’t argue or balk at the order. Not with the way his eyes glimmered with heat, or how his fingers stayed inside me the whole time I shimmied out of my clothes. Or the way his other hand just couldn’t stop touching my waist, my hip, my ass. Like he needed this as much as I did.
The instant my pants were off, he jerked me against him, and his fingers stroked over my clit.
“Now, don’t take your eyes off me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and dipped in for a kiss.
He avoided my lips. “I want to watch you.”
Somehow, those words were more sensual than his touch, and wetness pooled between my thighs. With every swipe of his fingers, I ground my hips a little harder against him.
“Needy little síbhean.”
“If you know it, fix it.”
With a strained chuckle, he dragged me closer against him.
Our foreheads touched, and our breaths mingled.
His fingers never left my clit. They flicked, rubbed, pinched, and stroked it.
I was ready to beg for more when his other hand squeezed my ass cheek hard, every sensation suddenly stronger.
And when that hand dipped further in from behind, I tightened on nothing, my misgivings clear.
His responding snicker wasn’t reassuring, but he didn’t linger.
“Not tonight,” he whispered.
Instead, he circled my pussy and dipped one finger in. Then two. Then three, until I was perfectly full. I gasped at every pump, clenching hard, my hips following each bounce.
Suddenly, he pulled out, and I mewled in disappointment at the emptiness.
Gaze ensnared on mine, he sucked on the fingers glistening with my juices.
“Delicious.”
That half-growled word made me dizzy with need.
I didn’t ask for more. Just like he did to me, I took.
I unzipped his pants and shoved down his boxers.
His cock tapped against my upper thigh—hard, silky, and warm, except for a cool, immovable bit on his tip.
Wait…that felt like metal. A piercing? I lowered my body to get a feel of it between my legs.
“Síbhean.” He gripped my waist. “I’ve no condom.”
“I have an IUD.”
“If I get inside you, I’m not stopping.”
“Did I ask you to?”
“No, you wouldn’t.” His voice rumbled low and deep. “Would you?”
“Never.”
With one thrust of his hips, he impaled me to the hilt.
My scream filled the car. His cock stroked my inner walls, and that barbell rubbed and drove the pleasure higher.
I contracted with each buck of his hips, my whole lower body tingling.
His eyes creased, the look so smug, like he was winning.
Maybe he was, because with the way his fingers kneaded my clit while his cock owned my pussy, it certainly didn’t feel like I had control.
I dipped my head back, but he pulled me forward, forehead to forehead again.
“Look at me.” Thrust. “Watch who’s fucking you.” Thrust. “Watch who’s making you come apart.” Thrust. “Watch me give you exactly what you’ve been asking for.”
That edge came so quickly, I was thrown over it. My cry echoed in my ears. The world fogged up like the windows.
“That’s it, síbhean. Squeeze me.” His pace picked up. “So fecking tight. You were tailored to fit me.”
His hand wrapped around my throat.
“Give me another one. Show me how much you want my cock.”
Why was that so hot? Another peak built, closer to the surface than the last. It surged higher and higher with each grunt of his labored breaths and each of his pumps inside me as his piercing hit just the right spot and massaged my inner walls.
He looked at me like I was his salvation and damnation all at once.
“Let go, now.”
His thrusts turned frantic, pounding into me, and I peaked like I’d never done before.
I convulsed against him, left as nothing but a trembling mess.
He followed me over the edge, muscles contracting under my hands, and I swallowed his groan of pleasure with a kiss as the pulse of his cock inside gave me another heavy rush.
His grip around me relaxed, and I laid my head against his chest. His heartbeat pounded against my ear. That was now a total of four orgasms from him—four out of my self-demanded ninety-one—and one fantastic marriage consummation. I smirked.
Little by little, the thumps of his pulse gentled. His fingers swept soothing strokes up and down my back.
I glanced up to find him staring out the windshield. He looked lost. The hardness that he seemed to carry like a second skin was stripped away. A sadness that almost felt empty replaced it. It twisted something inside me to see someone so strong and capable turned forlorn. I cupped his cheek.
“Are you alright?”
A myriad of emotions swam over his face. His hand glided up my spine to my nape and slowly circled to the front of my throat.
“You’re so fragile.” His thumb caressed my carotid. “So easily killed. One second alive. The other dead.”
“Oh la la, reveille toi.” Oh, wake up.
This was not the type of afterglow I was after.
“You ever thought about what the fecking point of our lives is? I do. Every second of every day.” A lengthy snicker drew out of him. “It’s like standing on a beach all day sweeping water back into the sea. Pointless, redundant, and never-ending.”
This sudden shift in behavior had my hair standing on end. I scooted away to take back my seat, but his grip tightened around my neck.
“Then there’s you. Nonsensical but radiant.” He sounded almost angry saying it, and I uncapped the little knife in my bra. “I can’t keep you. I can’t expect more either. You’ll be dead, and it’d be like doing it myself. No different than if I squeezed.”
I pressed the tip of my knife to the base of his dick. “Try it, and I’ll make you lose your best asset.”
That gleaming spark in his eyes was back, a sudden light in his darkness. “Is that what you think of my cock?”
“Seems to have more brains than you do.”
“I’ll bet you won’t do it.”
“You sure you want to test that theory?”
“It wouldn’t serve your bottom line.”
His fingers teased circles into my pulse, and I moaned at the mix of dominance and tenderness, despite my misgivings after his tailspin.
“You know nothing about my endgame. For all you know, your death could make things so much simpler for me.”
“And here I thought I tickled your fancy.”
“I’m a woman in a dangerous world. I’m adaptable.”
A real smile widened on his face, though I wouldn’t say it was particularly friendly, but it made him look younger and freer and completely erased all traces of his sadness.
“This how you treat the man who pulled you out of your panic?”
Moonlight glinted off my miniature blade as I lifted it from his groin. “I think the sex did that.”
He tucked stray hair behind my ear and sighed. “It’s a shame you keep getting more interesting.”
“You’re just saying that because I beat you at your own game.”
“Believe it or not, I’ve no intention of killing you…yet.”
I searched his eyes for the lie. “Then take me back to your place.”
“Why?”
I leaned into his ear. “I’m not done with you.”
“And if I am?”
It was my turn to smile because I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.
“Then say it clearly,” I whispered, my lips brushing the edges of his ear, “or take me home.”