Chapter 22 – Cove
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cove
Declan has a reason to be cocky. He’s huge, and most alpha dicks are. His teeth scratch down my neck, and my hazy mind turns even foggier. My grip tightens on his shaft, and his crown bumps my clit before I move him to my opening.
Even I’m shocked when I fall on my knees, impaling myself on his thick tip.
I gasp, leaning into him for support.
The stretch is everything, but also almost too much. My body doesn’t seem to know if it loves or hates the ache currently taking place in my vagina.
“Jesus, woman. Give a man a little warning.” Declan pulls my face close to his. “Are you good? Too much? I would have prepped you if you’d given me the chance.”
“Just shut up and kiss me,” I groan, fighting against his hold in my hair to attack his mouth.
“Goddamn, I like it when you’re sassy.” He chuckles, releasing his hold enough that I can kiss him as I sink down his length. He grips my ass, his fingers stretching down to brush my pussy, and helps me rise and fall over him.
My hand fell to rest against his pelvis once I got him inside me. I relocate it to work my clit, lost to the way his tongue tangles with mine.
Declan’s beachy scent is all I can process, and I start to get floaty.
He’s so hard, and I’m so wet…
This really should be easier.
I want his knot, and I’ll have to take all of him to get to it. I swivel my hips in a circle, trying to force more of his impressive length inside me. It helps a little, but I may have been too optimistic for this endeavor.
Pulling back from our kiss, I gasp for air. Even his handsome face is hazy as I try to focus on it. “Declan… Please? I need more.”
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, releasing his hold on my hair. He rips his shirt off of me, and my waves cascade around my breasts.
My skin prickles in the cool air, and I feel exceptionally naked to be in the middle of the living room on the bus.
Declan stands with me still impaled on his cock and walks to the couch.
My back hits the cool leather, and I’m bereft when he falls free of my pussy.
He stretches an arm to the nape of his neck, yanking his T-shirt off.
Once that’s done, he tosses it into the chair and bends down, stripping out of his socks.
His heavy shaft bounces, and I move my hand to my clit. I’m not sure how that thing is ever going to fit inside me fully, but I intend on making it happen.
He’s got the thickest build of the guys, and each and every muscle moves and flexes as he gets out of his sweats. My legs fall open to give him space to settle in between my thighs.
Declan smirks, running a hand down his stomach and palming his cock. He jerks himself, staring at my pussy, and the veins on his shaft poke out. He growls, squeezing his dick and running his thumb over his swollen crown.
I’m about to beg when his knee lands on the couch cushion. He pulls my hand off my clit, keeping his other fist wrapped around his length.
The look on his face is so intense, but I’m not intimidated.
I really want him.
Every thick inch.
Inside me now.
My teeth dig into my lip as he circles my clit with his crown, holding me open with two fingers.
Did all the air on the bus evaporate?
It feels hard to breathe as he studies my face.
“Please?” My tits throb with the same empty feeling in my core, and my feet bounce against the cushion. “I’m about to have an unladylike tantrum—”
“No need for that, princess.” Declan guides his tip to my opening and wraps his arms over my hips, grabbing my ass.
He lifts my lower half, resting my thighs on his forearms. It spreads me open even more fully, which would be embarrassing, but pure molten desire is what I’m greeted with as I meet his eyes.
Rather than thrusting into me, he pulls me to him.
The stretch comes back in full force, and I bring my hand to my mouth to muffle the moan that slips out. He’s strong enough to move me where he wants me, and I love it.
He tugs out until only his crown is inside me before yanking me back down his length.
My pussy ripples, searching for his knot that I don’t have a hope in hell of reaching yet.
I don’t know what to do with myself.
His blue eyes are hazy and darker than normal as I study his face. My tits bounce and pleasure builds in my abdomen, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to come without some friction on my clit.
Declan’s hands tighten on my ass, and he stares at where he disappears inside me.
“Come down here and kiss me,” I whisper, almost pleading.
His head shakes violently. “I don’t think I can. I’m too close to the edge. If I slip into rut, I could bite you.”
“I trust you.” I pull my hands to my breasts, flicking my thumbs over my nipples. “I need more, Declan. Don’t make me beg.”
“Just remember, you asked for this.” He growls and changes position in a blink. His forearm lands on the couch above my head, and he lowers on top of me. My legs wrap around him, my feet digging into his muscular ass.
He’s so close, and I love the way he palms the top of my head. It’s intimate and secure. It feels like he really sees me, not the bad experiences he’s had with my designation.
Declan’s mouth falls to mine, and he finally pulls out, slamming back inside my dripping pussy.
I moan against his lips and run my fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. I’ve had a crush on him for so long that it’s hard to believe he’s inside me. He makes me feel tiny in comparison to his massive frame, but I can’t think about much of anything once he really starts to fuck me.
I bounce around the couch and pray I’m not as uncoordinated as I feel trying to kiss him back.
His pelvis brushes my clit on every powerful thrust. “I’ve never been inside someone bare. Let me apologize in advance in case I embarrass myself.”
“We can always do it again,” I say, nodding dramatically. “You feel so good…so hard.”
He kisses across my cheek, and his warm breath fans over my neck as he speaks close to my ear.
“Fucking hell, woman. You’re going to ruin me.
I’ve never felt anything like the way your pussy is trying to milk my cock.
I need you to get there quick.” The desperation in his tone makes my inner walls clench.
My eyes squeeze shut as my orgasm builds, and Declan sucks on my neck.
“Bite me!” I sob, unsure where the words even came from.
Damn instincts.
They have no chill.
He nips at my throat but doesn’t break the skin, kissing his way back to my mouth. “Eyes on mine, Cove. I want to watch your face when you come all over my cock for the first time.”
It’s so hard to force my eyes open as the euphoria builds, but once I do, our gazes meet. It’s a whole different level of connection. Everyone else on Earth disappears, and we’re the only two people left.
“Damn, look at you. You can be sweet when you want to.” He smiles against my lips, and my pussy convulses.
Electricity zips from my clit to my nipples, sizzling through each nerve ending in my body in a ricocheting cascade of pleasure.
He pounds into me, fucking me through my orgasm, and no matter how hard I try to keep quiet, embarrassing sounds still spill from my lips. “There we go. Soak me in your slick.”
Every buck of his hips into mine produces a wet sound. It only seems to turn Declan on even more. His thrusts get frantic and uncoordinated, and I swear I can feel his crown in the approximate location of my stomach.
“Shit. Can’t bite you, so how about you soak up my cum?” His shaft thickens and grows longer, and his muscles lock tight. “Huh, princess? Can I come inside you?”
“God, yes.” My nails rake down his back, and Declan snarls, bucking inside me like an alpha in rut as his shaft twitches.
His knot teases my opening, only to disappear again, but on the next thrust, it slams inside me.
“Holy fuck,” he groans against my cheek. “You have no idea how close I came to biting you.”
My eyes widen, but I’m not opposed to the idea. “You should do that now.”
His knot swells, locking us together.
“You can’t say shit like that.” He slams his lips to mine, hushing me with a frantic kiss.
Every tiny movement makes me warm and floaty. My whole body pings with pleasure as he ruts me into the couch all over again.
I wake up as the warm blanket is ripped off my sleeping form. Groaning, my eyes pop open. Huh. At some point, Declan must have carried me to my bedroom. I’m asleep on his chest, and his soft dick is still kinda inside me.
Ravvi’s arm is tossed over my back. I can tell it’s him in part by the tattoos on his hand, but his scent is also a solid clue.
“Damn, dicks out in the morning,” Damian says, laughing. “I need eye bleach. Come on. It’s ten to twelve. We overslept. It’s time to get your lazy asses moving.”
“Fuck off.” Declan raises a hand, flipping off Damian.
“Oh no, fuck you. You kept me up for hours last night.” Damian chuckles. “Get moving or I’ll send the twins in to bounce on the bed.”
“I hate my life,” I groan, snuggling closer to Declan’s warm chest. “Two minutes, and I promise I’ll get up.”
Damian tosses the blanket over us, and for a moment, I think my negotiation skills worked. “Gotcha, I’ll send in the twins.”
“I hate you,” I grumble, shoving my hair out of my face as I sit up. “Don’t you dare. I’m in motion.”
Damian laughs. “Love you too, Clover.”
Jesus.
I know he’s joking, but his words send a shiver down my spine.
“You seem happier,” Riot says, bumping his shoulder against mine as we wait to be called out to the stage later the same night. His locs fall around his face as he grins almost dangerously, and I start to get suspicious.
“I am,” I admit, bouncing on my toes. “Things have been really good.”
“See, you guys just had to stop standing in your own way.” He laughs. “Hey, before I forget. Do you have any idea where Bellamy has been disappearing to lately?”
My forehead wrinkles, and I shake my head. “No. I’ve barely seen her.”
Bellamy and I are friends, but I’ve been hyperfocused on myself during this tour, which isn’t a great look, now that I think about it.
Bells decided to ride out the rest of the tour with us because something went down with her longtime boyfriend. They broke up, and she needed a change. The few times I brought it up, she shut me down real fast.
“I’ll check in with her after the show,” I assure Riot.
He nods. “I’d appreciate it. You know how she is. She’s private as fuck. Doesn’t want to tell her little brothers anything.”
“I’ll track her down,” I say, laughing.
I get the sentiment, though.
My little brothers went after Riot and Creed in front of both of our families, and her brothers are as protective of her as my brothers are of me.
Bellamy isn’t all that hard to track down. She’s chilling in the greenroom after we make it out following our show. I linger, taking my time getting dressed, and the guys leave for the meet-and-greet.
Declan looms near the doorway, but I give him a nod, and he follows the others out. I doubt he goes far. He’ll probably be leaning against the wall across from the door by the time we make it out.
Bellamy has my number. She quirks a perfectly manicured dark eyebrow.
Damn.
She would make a great detective.
She’s already perfected the “mom stare.”
“Spill,” Bells says, planting her hands on her curvy hips. “The twins asked you to check on me. Didn’t they?”
I shrug. “You know how this goes. We’re all up in each other’s business around here.”
She laughs. “Yeah, I heard you’re banging my uncle.”
“One time.” I hold up a finger, like that will help clarify. “Okay, multiple times, but that only happened last night. Who spilled?”
“The twins were on the bus when Damian woke you guys up.” She grimaces.
“Not that I want to hear any more about that. Seriously, minimum details are key here if we want to preserve our friendship.” She laughs.
“I’m happy for you. Here’s hoping Declan gets significantly less pissy.
He’s had a constant stick up his ass for months. ”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Moving on. How are you? I feel like I’ve barely seen you lately.”
“I willingly came on tour with my little brothers.” Bellamy crosses her arms over her chest. “That probably says it all, but I’m hanging in there. I needed a change.”
“Are you at least enjoying yourself?”
“You’re normally busy during Liminal’s show, but have you seen the aerial performance that lines up with their first set?”
I nod. “I’ve caught pieces of it.”
Liminal is the big name on this tour. They have aerial artists that match up to certain songs.
It’s incredible to watch their moves match the beat as they hang above the stage.
Some of them hang on giant poles, while others perform with hoops or silks.
It’s intense but impossible to look away from.
Just from watching, it looks dangerous, but the team is highly trained.
It clicks.
Bellamy took after Dexter. She’s big into gymnastics, Pilates, parkour, and anything else that’s a solid physical workout.
“They’re crazy talented,” Bells says, shrugging. “I’ve been hanging around, watching their practices, and I like to catch their performances when Liminal is on stage.”
“That makes sense. I’ve never seen anything like it during a show, but they kill it.”
“I’ve hung around enough that they let me do a trial run on the hoops. I’m working my way up to trusting myself on the poles.” Her cheeks turn faintly pink, and she shoves her hands into the pockets of her jeans. “I don’t know. It’s something to pass the time.”
That actually makes a lot of sense. If anyone has the physical strength and stamina necessary to keep up with the caliber of acrobatics the label brought in, it’s Bellamy.
“I won’t rat you out, but I think you should tell the twins. They love you, and they’ve been worried. I bet they’ll be happy you found something to keep busy with.”
“Yeah, maybe, but you’re supposed to be out meeting your adoring fans.” She nods toward the door.
She’s not wrong about that.
I just hope she’s actually enjoying herself on this tour. I’m finally starting to, and I hate the idea of her being miserable.
She laughs, coming over and tossing an arm around my shoulder. “You know, not many women can say they bagged an entire rock band. You should be proud of your vagina.”
I snort. “I’m never going to live that down.”
“Nope. But at least you figured out who you’re truly meant to be with. That’s kind of a gift, in and of itself.”
“Yeah, I’m really happy,” I admit. “Technically, though, I still have to claim Damian.”
“With how sweet you smell, I’m sure that won’t be a problem.” Bellamy fake gags, and my eyes widen.
Holy shit.
In the rush this morning, I definitely forgot to take my suppressants. I make a mental note to tackle that as soon as I get back to the bus.