Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
C herry arched into Ruben’s powerful body, the press of her nakedness against his clothes strangely erotic.
His kiss was hard and unrefined, his hands roaming over her body as if he’d never felt it before, grabbing at her arse, her thighs, her belly, her breasts.
As if he were hungry. As if he were desperate.
But slowly, gradually, something changed.
Shifted. His kiss softened, his tongue sliding over her lips as if he were tasting her, savouring her.
He slid a hand into her hair, angling her head back until the line of her throat was exposed.
When he dragged his lips down that sensitive column until his mouth settled over her pulse, she felt his hot tongue as if it were between her legs.
Then he kissed lower, trailing over her chest. He pushed one of her breasts up and sucked the aching nipple into his mouth.
She moaned, the sound ragged and uncontrolled, and he looked up at her with that infuriatingly sexy smile, completely at odds with the lust in his eyes.
“I like it when you moan for me,” he growled.
He caught her other nipple between finger and thumb, rolling the tight nub. “You like this, my love?”
“You know I do,” she panted.
“But I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it.” Before she could think about that too hard, he pulled her nipple into his mouth again, suckling her, each pull somehow tugging at her clit as well as her breast. Fuck .
His hand slid down her body, tracing the contours of her waist, her hips, as if he couldn’t stop touching her.
As if he had to remind himself that she was still there, that she was real.
The feather-light touch of his fingers felt like the sweetest torture, an electric charge ratcheting up with every second, skating across her nerve-endings.
Then, as suddenly as he’d started his erotic torture, he pulled away.
Her eyes slid open to find him staring down at her, his jaw set, something dangerous in his dark gaze.
“Come here,” he said, and the command in his voice sent a thrill through her.
He settled a hand against the back of her neck, led her to face the loveseat they’d just left.
“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice sharp as a whip.
She knelt on the plush, velvet cushions, her hands settling automatically on the loveseat’s high back.
He stood behind her and reached between her thighs, his big hand cupping her, warm and intimate. Then he bent over her and whispered in her ear, “Spread your legs, love. As wide as you can. I want to see everything.”
Cherry shivered as his breath skated over the sensitive skin just below her earlobe, as his hand cupped her firmly, intimately. The touch was so casual and yet so complete, as if the space between her legs was his to use as he wished.
She had given him this. She’d given him control. And he knew how to use it.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice so deep, so rough, it was almost a growl. That was the only indication that he was losing it, just like she was. She liked the idea of them both unravelling together. If he felt the way she did right now…
He sank to his knees behind her, his shirt brushing her back as she moved.
Then the hand between her legs disappeared, leaving her oddly cold.
A second later, she felt it again, pushing her forwards this time, so that her breasts pressed against the back of the loveseat.
And now, on her knees, her legs spread wide, her body arched like a bow, she was completely exposed.
She could feel her folds parting, her hot, wet entrance sensitive to the cool air. Her breath stuttered and her heart pounded as anticipation rose. Raw desire suffocated her like sultry heat on the hottest summer day.
His voice was hoarse when he said, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She swallowed. Tried not to strain towards the source of that sound—towards his mouth, the mouth that she already knew was capable of wonderful things.
Fuck, what she wouldn’t give for his tongue right now.
“So pretty,” he whispered. She could feel his breath against her pussy, and she was so desperate for him that the warm, barely-there air felt like a touch. Then he said, “I want to see your cunt stretched out around my cock.”
She moaned.
“And you do too,” he said. She could hear the smirk in his voice.
His fingers, long and thick, traced her folds, so light she barely felt it.
“You’re so wet, you’re dripping. Did you know that, love?
” He pressed a kiss to the small of her back, then another, lower, and another.
Creating a burning trail down her spine.
He spread her arse with both hands and kept going, his lips brushing along the sensitive cleft.
And then, all of a sudden, he disappeared.
Cherry couldn’t stop herself from growling out her protest, the sound mindless and raw. He laughed. “Don’t worry love. I’m coming back.”
She fucking hated him. Almost as much as she wanted him. If he didn’t fuck her soon, she’d hate him more. But every moment of torture drove her higher, tightening the knot of desire at her core, increasing the need that coursed through her body.
When he came back, he’d changed his position, turned around. He must be sitting on the floor, because he slid his face between her thighs and she felt the soft brush of his hair against her clit, like a whisper, his breath against her entrance.
She almost screamed when his tongue slid over her folds, so hot and so fucking good.
Her clit ached, but he didn’t touch it. Instead, he lapped at her entrance, growling low in the back of his throat.
“I love the way you taste,” he murmured.
“You’re always so wet for me, sweetheart.
You’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect.
” He licked her again, then eased his fingers into her pussy, parting her swollen, sensitive folds.
And finally, finally, his tongue flicked at her clit.
Again and again he licked the tight little bud, his fingers fucking her harder as she opened up to him.
Cherry threw her head back and rolled her hips against his tongue, riding his face, fucking herself back on his hand, unable to care about anything but the delicious sensations he created between her thighs.
He worked her swollen, fevered flesh until it became almost unbearable, her clit breathlessly sensitive.
When her hips bucked away from the rapid, unyielding rhythm of his tongue, he wrapped an arm around her, pinned her to him, fucked her harder, licked her faster, until she shattered. Completely, utterly, helplessly.
Her cries rang out in the little room, almost loud enough to bring her to her senses—but not quite. Because he kept licking, kept stroking, and the pleasure swelled like waves crashing against the shore. By the time he let her go and eased back, Cherry was exhausted.
She sighed and let her head fall forward, onto the loveseat, as he slid out from between her thighs. Exhaustion and satiation created a heady cocktail.
But then she felt the cushions shift slightly as he covered her body with his own.
She looked down to see him sink his foot into the loveseat beside her knee, his powerful thigh, thick and dusted with dark hair, bracketing her body.
His arm snaked over her torso like an iron band, holding her steady, his hand grabbing hold of her breast. His other hand came to rest beside hers on the back of the loveseat.
His lips pressed against her neck, his chest warmed her back, and his hard cock pressed against her entrance.
Fuck .
His voice rumbled low in her ear. “Put me inside you.”
She closed her eyes, biting back the whimper those four words teased out of her.
Ruben kissed the sensitive spot beneath her earlobe, his tongue flicking out to tease her skin. Then he said, “Cherry. I want you to put my cock inside your pretty cunt, to feel the way I stretch you. So don’t make me tell you twice.”
She released a shuddering breath. “I think I hate you.”
“Hate me all you want, as long as you come for me.”
With a moan, she reached between her legs and found the thick, pulsing length of his shaft, the condom tight and slick over his skin. And then she guided him into her aching pussy, unable to hold back her little, whimpering sighs.
He pressed into her with searing heat, slow and steady and fucking perfect.
His cock filled her, inch by delicious inch, the slick friction almost unbearably good.
Ruben sank into her with the same focus he used to lick her to orgasm, the same focus he used to kiss her senseless.
By the time she felt the velvet nudge of his balls against her clit, he was so deep she could barely draw breath.
Even the slightest movement sent sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
Then he kissed the back of her neck, and the strong arm holding her up tightened almost imperceptibly, and he whispered her name as if it was a prayer, his voice broken. “God,” he breathed raggedly. “I—I need you so fucking much. ”
“You have me.”
“Do I?” He pulled back, moaning at the slow glide. “Fuck. You’re unbelievable. I knew as soon as I saw you. I knew you were mine.”
He thrust into her and Cherry’s mind scrambled, all her focus stolen by the rising crest of pleasure within her. “Ruben. More.”
He took her hand and pushed it between her legs.
“Play with yourself. Come on my cock.” She rubbed her clit in rough, desperate circles and he hissed, thrusting into her again, harder this time.
“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Jesus Christ, I can feel you tightening on my dick—“ He broke off with a groan, and his grip on her breast became savage.
His other hand clutched the back of the loveseat so hard his knuckles whitened.
And then he really fucked her. Harder than anyone ever had, harder than she even thought she could take.