Chapter 14 #2
Slowly, she places her hands either side of my waist and throws a leg over my thighs, straddling me.
If she moved a little higher up my body, I could whip out my cock and shove it inside her faster than she could say ‘please.’ But she doesn’t shift higher.
Instead, she hinges at the hips and licks the length of my cock through the fabric.
I nearly come apart.
My hands come up to my face, covering my eyes, and my head falls back into the comforter while a moan rises up and out of my chest.
She does it again and I’m two seconds away from seizing her with both hands and throwing her on her back when she curls her fingers over the waistband and pulls my boxers down my thighs.
My cock falls out, heavy. I need her tongue on me. My vision swims with lust, each beat that passes sending me more insane than the last.
I bite down on my bottom lip as she finally crawls up higher and lowers herself, pulling her panties to one side. My cock lies flat against my lower stomach and she settles on it, the head poking out from beneath her ripened clit.
I stare in disbelief. I’m half a fuck away from coming and all she’s done is stick my cock between her thighs.
Dragging my gaze to hers, I feel blood in my mouth. I’ve bitten my lip so hard I’ve cut into the flesh.
“Make yourself come.” I don’t recognize my own voice. It sounds starved.
She remains still, blinking and swallowing.
“Put your hands on my chest. It’ll steady you.”
There’s terror in her eyes when she leans down placing her palms on my pecs. It’s obvious she hasn’t done this before, and I would give anything to rest my hands on her hips so I can guide her, set the pace. But I have to honor her condition.
She slides herself awkwardly toward me, her face flushing. My tight groan loosens her chest and she slides back down my shaft to the base.
God damn. Her hot, wet pussy is painting the entire length of my dick with her arousal and I can’t catch my breath.
Her gaze flicks up at me like she wants my approval.
I nod once and lick more blood off my lip. “It is working for you, cucciola?” I grit out.
She nods and slides back and forth again, coating the crown of my cock in her glistening juices.
“I want you to come like this,” I whisper.
Her eyes fall closed as she moves. “Uh huh.”
Hell, I’m going to come too at this rate, and soon.
I can feel her clit pulsing each time she drags it down my cock, and her mouth falls open when she catches the head in the hood of her clit.
“Oh!” she whimpers. “Mmm.”
“Spread your legs wider,” I say. “You’ll come even harder.”
She shuffles her knees outward bringing her pussy down more firmly onto my length. It restricts her ability to move but sharpens the intensity and I can see it now in the roll of her eyes and the small breaths that flutter through her lips.
But she’s moving maddeningly slow. I want to grip her with both hands and use her to build the friction. I want to come beneath her so hard I see fucking solar systems.
She presses her small hands into the hard lines of my chest, rolling her hips delectably back and forth, pretty little moans oozing from her lungs.
I’m losing my damn mind.
Without thinking, I grab her thighs.
She jerks with a gasp so raw I release her immediately.
Realizing what I’ve done, I hold my hands up in surrender.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I got carried away.”
Her knees are trembling and she stares at me, each small ounce of trust I’ve built in her, gone.
“Look,” I rush out, reaching behind me to grip the headboard. “I promise I won’t touch you. I’m sorry.”
She doesn’t move, her eyes moving over me like she’s assessing me for ulterior motives.
“Please,” I beg. “Non fermarti. You were close.”
A small frown returns to her brow.
“How do you know?”
I relax a fraction. “Because when you’re close, your body releases a flood of arousal and your clit hardens. I can feel it.”
She swallows.
“It feels so good, Pfeiffer,” I say softly. “I know it does for you too. So finish. Use me for your pleasure.”
I hold my breath for a full minute, only releasing it when she starts to move again. Then my eyes close and I grip the headboard trying to think of anything other than Pfeiffer McAllister riding my cock.
After another minute has passed, her breaths shorten again and the small moans return.
“I’m close, Fiero.”
A wave of lust rolls through me at the sound of my name on her lust-drenched lips. I lift my lids and gaze at her. When I rock my hips, pushing the crown of my cock through her folds, her lashes flutter.
I want to kiss her. I want to taste her breath in my mouth, feel her tongue go lax when she comes. I want so much that I can’t have. Why does this feel so good when I hate her so bad?
“Come closer,” I whisper, hoarse.
She lowers her body, bringing her face a couple inches from mine.
“Can you move a little faster, baby?”
Her lashes lift and she rolls her hips, picking up the pace.
“Oh fuck, Pfeiffer. What are you doing to me?”
Her forehead comes down onto mine and she fans little breaths over my cheekbones.
“This is… so good,” she whimpers.
“It’s insane, baby,” I purr against her lips. “You’re gonna make me come.”
“I’m— oh God. Fiero—”
My mind blanks. “Pfeiffer, fuck.”
“Fiero, I’m coming.”
My dick pulses against her clit and she unravels like a ball of yarn, rasping my name over and over.
“Pfeiffer— Fuck, baby—”
Come shoots out of my dick in thick ropes, coating my stomach, and she strokes her pussy back and forth along my length, squeezing out every last drop of my orgasm.
Then she stills, both of us panting like we just ran a damn marathon.
Her forehead weighs heavy on mine, her breaths lengthening as she recovers from her orgasm.
I want to look down and see the mess we’ve made with our combined arousal, but I also don’t want this moment to end just yet.
This raw, carnal comedown that feels a lot like bliss, even when it’s with the person who’s hurt me the most.
I wet my lips before I whisper. Anything louder than a whisper would be too intrusive. “Why won’t you let me put my hands on you?”
Her reaction is so subtle it could be easily missed, but not by me. Teenage trauma fine-tuned my senses so I feel every hitch in a breath, the smallest of muscle contractions.
A pause alone can tell me a thousand things.
She lifts her head to look me in the eye. “I don’t want to answer that.”
My jaw tightens. “Why?”
Her shoulders stiffen instantly. “Because I don’t owe you every part of me just because you got me off.”
The force of her words hardens my chest.
“You think that’s what this is?”
She slides off my cock and drops her legs over the side of the bed. “I don’t know. I think you like control.”
“I do like control.”
She huffs a bitter laugh. “At least you’re honest.”
I rake a hand through my hair. I don't know how to navigate this. All I know is, I want to. “Pfeiffer—”
“Don’t.” She shifts further down the bed and she won’t look at me. Her attention fixes stubbornly on some invisible point across the room.
Something happened to her. The certainty slots into place like a sixth sense.
“Did someone hurt you?” Just the thought of it makes a coil of steel tighten around my lungs.
Her head snaps toward me violently. “No.”
I stare at her. “Who was it?”
“No one,” she says, her voice thinning. “I just don’t want to be touched.”
“You don’t mind my tongue touching you,” I point out. “My mouth.” I gesture to the puddle of come covering my lower body. “My dick.”
Her face flushes with a mixture of anger and embarrassment.
“Please drop it.”
I shift forward. “You freeze every time somebody touches you.”
Her head snaps my way again. “How do you know that?”
“I watch you.”
Those blue eyes narrow. “Why?”
When I don’t answer she turns more fully to face me, tugging her dress over her hips. “Fiero, why do you watch me?”
My molars grind as I contemplate a response that doesn’t give away the real reason I brought her here. When I take too long, she snaps.
“Why are we doing this? You scowl at me, but then you want to touch me? You dismiss me like some kind of servant, but then you watch me?”
Her gaze darts over mine like she’s trying to figure me out. Good luck with that, pet. Even I struggle to figure myself out.
“And something happens when we touch, Fiero. I know you feel it too.”
That observation slams me in the throat.
“So what I don’t understand is why you want to use that against me.”
It takes every ounce of strength to reject her words, not let them in.
The silence stretches and I don’t speak because I don’t trust what will come out of my mouth if I do. Eventually, she stands, tugging the dress down even though it bobs right back up again.
“Fine,” she huffs. “I get it. You’re just using me.
A nice little perk in return for what my asshole uncle stole from you.
I should have known better than to catch feelings for you.
” She glances at me in anticipation of a reaction I’m not giving her.
“I’m such a fool. I mean...” Her broken laugh is bitter. “You won’t even show me your face.”
As she walks to the door, an ache blooms in my center. I have to shut it down. Shut it all down. And fast.
When she turns around one more time she gasps. My hands come down either side of her head, caging her in, and my mouth hovers an inch away from hers.
“Whatever feelings you think you caught, Pfeiffer, get rid of them.”
She sucks in a breath while I absorb her heat, her sweat.
“Why?” she whispers.
“Because they’re not real. And I’m not a good man.”
She looks up at my mask, trying to see beyond it to the eyes beneath.
“They don’t call me The Devil for nothing.”
She must see something akin to conviction in my expression because she gulps and doesn’t argue.
“Whatever goes on within these four walls, cucciola,” I say, a sneer curling my lip. “It’s not fucking real.”
I stare her down until I’m sure she’s got the message, then push myself off the wall and open the door.
She holds my gaze defiantly as she walks out of the suite, and in a move I find annoyingly impressive, she doesn’t look back.