Chapter 6 #3
I look up and his free hand comes up to cup my jaw, his thumb brushes across my cheekbone. The touch is gentle, so different from the man I witnessed earlier, but there's possession in it. Claim.
"I need you to understand something," he says.
"What?"
"I'm not a good person. I've done things, really bad things. Things that would make you run if you knew."
"I don't care."
"You should."
"But I don't." I lean into his touch, my heart hammering.
"I've done bad things too. I've wanted to do worse.
I've spent my whole life feeling like something was wrong with me because I couldn't pretend to be normal, couldn't fake caring about the things everyone else cares about. And then I saw you, and I knew."
"Knew what?"
"That I’m not alone in this hell."
His thumb moves and traces my bottom lip. "I am like you. That's the problem."
"That's not a problem." My voice comes out breathier than I intend. "That's everything."
The van literally crackles with sparks flying everywhere, a result of this wild chemistry we have.
I'm still holding his injured hand, with the first aid kit forgotten beside me, and all I can think about is closing the distance between us.
About finding out if his mouth tastes as sinister as I imagine.
About letting this thing between us ignite.
"Roxy," he says again, and this time it sounds like a warning.
I don't heed it as I lean forward and kiss him.
For a heartbeat, he's still, but it doesn’t last long before he's kissing me back, hard and hungry, his hand sliding from my jaw to the back of my neck, fingers tangling in my hair and tugging until a wonderful sting forces a deep groan from my soul. The kiss is bruising, possessive, and I open for him immediately, meeting his intensity with my own. Our tongues dance together in long, deep, languid strokes, my jaw aches from how deep this kiss is, his mouth all but consuming mine. His taste is unique to him and addictive, all smoke and sex. It’s my new favorite drink.
His injured hand grabs my hip, pulling me closer and I go willingly, climbing into his lap, straddling him.
The movement presses us together and I feel how hard he is, the evidence of his want pressing against me through our clothes, causing the ache in my pussy to throb uncontrollably. I’ve never been this turned on.
I grind down against him and he groans into my mouth, the sound rocking through me.
"Fuck," he mutters, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down my jaw, to my neck. "You're going to ruin me, and I’m gonna destroy you."
"Good," I gasp as his teeth scrape against my pulse point before he sucks on the skin hard and I whine at the bite, even more turned on that there will be proof of him left on my body for people to see.
His hands are everywhere, removing my denim jacket before palming my breasts through my dress, gripping my ass and pulling me harder against him.
There's nothing gentle about it. Nothing tentative.
He touches me like he owns me, like he's been waiting for this just as long as I have.
Dom pulls away and stands above me, my heart hammering in my chest as he looks at me with a predatory look that makes my thighs clench.
He leans down and picks up one of my lollipops from the box, and zeros in on me.
"Strip," he commands, his voice low and authoritative. "Everything. Now."
I stand across from him and my fingers tremble as I start to pull up my dress. He watches with dark, hungry eyes with his arms crossed over his chest, making no move to help me. He wants to watch me undress for his own entertainment, exposing myself piece by piece.
"Slower," he says when I move too quickly. "I want to see every inch of you."
I slow my movements, slowly removing my dress over my head. My bra next, then finally my panties, which are already damp with arousal. I stand here before him completely naked, my nipples hardening in the cool air, my pussy already slick with need.
"Good girl," Dom murmurs, as he approaches me and trails his fingers across my collarbone, making me shiver. "Now get on the bed. On your back. Spread your legs wide for me."
Holy shit. I climb onto the bed, my heart pounding. I lay back against the blankets and open my thighs, exposing my glistening pussy to his gaze. I can feel how wet I am, my arousal coating my inner thighs.
"Fuck, look at you," Dom growls, his eyes fixed between my legs. "Already dripping wet and I haven't even touched you yet. Such a needy little slut, aren't you?"
"Yes," I say, panting. My hips shifting restlessly, unsure of what I need. "I'm your needy slut."
Dom removes the lollipop from its wrapping and my eyes widen, his eyes never leaving mine. What the fuck is he planning with that?
"Do you know what I'm going to do with this?" he asks, bringing the lollipop to his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, coating it with saliva.
"No," I whispered, as my pussy clenches with anticipation.
"I'm going to tease that pretty little clit of yours until you're begging me to let you cum," Dom says, his voice dark with promise. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."
He climbs on the mattress, positioning himself between my spread thighs. The lollipop glistens with his saliva, catching the soft light. He brings it down slowly, trailing it across my inner thigh, leaving a sticky-sweet path on my skin.
"Oh god," I moan, my hips lifting toward him.
"Stay still," Dom orders. "Don't move unless I tell you to."
The lollipop moves higher, closer to where I need it most. Dom circles it around my pussy, teasing my outer lips, getting closer and closer to my clit but never quite touching it. My hands fist in the blankets, my whole body trembling with the effort of staying still.
"Please," I whimper. "Please, I need…"
"You need what?" Dom asks, his voice hard. "Use your words, Roxy. Tell me exactly what you need."
"I need you to touch my clit," I gasp. "Please, I need to feel it on my clit."
"That's better," Dom says with a dark smile.
He presses the lollipop directly against my swollen clit, and I cry out at the sensation.
The candy is cool and hard, so different from fingers or tongue, and the pressure is exquisite.
Dom begins to circle it slowly, the smooth surface gliding over my most sensitive spot, made slick by my arousal and his saliva.
"Fuck, fuck, oh fuck," I moan, my back arching off the bed.
"That's it," Dom growls. "Feel how good that is. Feel how hard your clit is getting under this sweet little candy."
He increases the pressure, rubbing the lollipop in tight circles, then up and down, side to side, never letting me get used to one sensation. My thighs began to shake, my pussy clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.
"You're so fucking wet," he says, voice thick with lust. "Your pussy is dripping all over my hand. You love this, don't you? Love having your clit teased with this lollipop like a dirty little girl."
"Yes!" I whimper. "Yes, I love it, I love it so much!"
Dom pulls the lollipop away suddenly, and I find myself whining at the loss. I watch as he brings it to his mouth, sucking on it, tasting the mixture of cherry sweetness and my arousal. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
"Delicious," he murmurs. "The sweetest thing I've ever tasted."
He moves the lollipop back down, this time pressing it against my entrance, teasing my opening with the hard candy. My hips buck, trying to take it inside, but Dom holds me down with his other hand on my hip.
"Greedy," he says. "So fucking greedy for it."
He slides the lollipop up through my folds, coating it thoroughly in my wetness, before moving it back to my clit. This time the sensation is even more intense as the candy is warmer now, slicker, and Dom rubs it against me with more pressure, more speed.
"Oh god, oh god, I'm going to cum," I pant, my whole body tensing, preparing for the fall.
"No, you're not," Dom says firmly, pulling the lollipop away again. "You don't cum until I say you can cum. Understand?"
I growl in frustration, my pussy throbbing with denied pleasure. "Yes, I understand."
"Good girl," Dom says. He sets the lollipop aside and replaces it with his fingers, two of them sliding easily into my soaking wet pussy. "Fuck, you're so tight. So wet and tight and ready for me."
He thrusts his fingers deep, curling them to hit that spot inside me that makes my eyes roll. His thumb finds my clit, rubbing it in hard circles, and I scream out with pleasure.
"That's it," Dom growls. "Let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel."
"So good," I moan. "Your fingers feel so fucking good inside me."
Dom fucks me harder with his fingers, the wet sounds of my arousal filling the van. His thumb works my clit relentlessly, and I can feel the orgasm building again, stronger this time, threatening to overwhelm me.
"Please," I beg. "Please let me cum. I need to cum so badly."
"Not yet," Dom says, but there is a hint of mercy in his voice now.
He reaches for the lollipop again, bringing it back to my clit while his fingers continue to pump inside me.
The dual sensation is almost too much, the hard candy on my clit, his fingers deep in my pussy, stretching me, filling me. Fucking ruining me for anyone else.
"You're going to cum for me now," Dom commands. "You're going to come all over my fingers while I rub this lollipop on your clit. And you're going to scream my name when you do. Understand?"
"Yes!" I say, begging for this release to happen. "Yes, please, make me cum!"
Dom increases the pressure and speed of both the lollipop and his fingers, driving me higher and higher. My whole body is shaking, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers, my clit throbbing under the relentless stimulation of the candy.
"Cum," Dom growls. "Cum for me now, Roxy. Let me feel that pussy squeeze my fingers."