Chapter 63
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
LOLA
Song - Superstar, Artemas
The hay scratches against my cheek with every thrust. He’s so deep it steals the air from my lungs. My ass is stinging from the spanking, and the rope bites into my wrists just enough to remind me it’s there.
“Fuck yes,” he groans behind me, and the sound of his voice sends heat flooding between my legs.
I’m so close. The pressure is building at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with every stroke, every slap of his hips against my ass.
Just as I’m about to tip over the edge, he pulls all the way out.
I nearly sob in response.
His hand runs along my scalp, his hat has long tipped off my head. He fists my hair and pulls me upright so my back is flush against his chest. His other hand laces around my throat.
“You were about to come, weren’t you?” he whispers against my ear. His breath is hot on my skin.
My body shivers. I nod.
His fingers tighten on my throat. “Say it.”
“I was,” I admit.
He yanks my head to the side and sinks his teeth into my neck. Not gentle. A claiming bite that sends a jolt straight to my core. A moan slips out of me that I couldn’t stop if I tried.
“Bad girl.”
My cheeks flame. Every nerve ending is on fire.
And then he pulls away. Steps back. The sudden absence of his body against mine makes me whimper.
I turn to face him and watch as he peels off his T-shirt. My eyes drag over his frame. The hard ridges of his abs, his broad shoulders, the tattoos mapping every surface like a story I’m still learning to read.
His huge cock glistening with me.
Without a word, he grabs the hat and walks past me. I follow him with my eyes as he rearranges the hay bales, stacking them flat to make a surface.
And then he lies down. Rests his upper body on his forearms.
“Climb on,” he orders.
I tiptoe toward him on shaking legs. He bites his lip, his dark eyes dragging down my body. “Turn around. I want to watch your ass when you ride me, cowgirl.”
I squeeze my thighs together. I’m close to coming just from the way he says it.
I start to turn and stop. “You might need to untie me, sir,” I whisper, twisting my bound wrists.
He chuckles. “Turn around.”
I do. Because I can’t defy him. It’s like I’m wired to obey every command he gives me. Not out of weakness, but because I trust him with every part of myself.
He makes me feel safe enough to want this. To be who I am with no judgment.
He lifts me by the waist and spins me. His fingers dig into my hips as he positions me above him, reverse cowgirl, my bound hands resting against his stomach. And the final part, he places the hat back on my head.
“There we are, fuckin’ perfect,” he groans.
My mouth drops open as I sink down onto him. The angle is deeper this way, and a scream tears out of me as he thrusts his hips up to meet me.
“That’a fuckin’ girl,” he growls.
I roll my hips in an attempt to set the pace, because I’m so desperate for more. But his hands grip my waist, and he takes over, controlling every movement, lifting me and pulling me back down onto him like I weigh nothing.
“Ride me, pretty girl. Ride me like the filthy little slut you are for me.”
Something explodes inside me. Everything blurs, and all I can focus on is how he makes me feel.
How empowering it is to surrender to a man who would burn the world down if I asked.
His hand grips the back of my neck. The other wraps around my waist. He sits up behind me, pulling my back flush against his chest, his arm a band of muscle across my stomach. I can feel his heartbeat hammering against my spine.
“Let go, Lola,” he mutters against my ear, his teeth grazing the lobe. “Give it to me. All over my dick.”
And I do.
I lose it. My body ignites from the inside out. The climax wrecks through me, the kind that whites out your vision and steals the sound from your throat. My walls clench around him so hard he groans like he’s in pain.
And he doesn’t let up. He fucks me through it. Every thrust pulling another wave out of me until I’m shaking, gasping, unable to form a single word.
“Good girl,” he praises. And then his hips stutter.
He stills beneath me and meets his own release with my name ripped from his throat.
Mine.
I lean back and melt against him. Ignoring the sting on my wrists. The pounding in my ears. The hay scratching my thighs. It’s just me and him.
Gently, he leans me forward and unties the rope. I lift myself off him, and we both hiss at the separation, so I turn to face him, straddling his lap.
He takes my wrist and brings it to his face. Small red marks circle the skin. Nothing major. It’s actually kind of hot.
Those are for him.
He presses his lips against them. A kiss so gentle it’s barely there. “I’ll get some lotion on these when we’re back in the house,” he tells me, his eyes meeting mine.
I nod.
His hand brushes along my cheek and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. “You did amazing, firefly. That was beautiful.”
I look at him through my lashes. Feeling the blush creeping back. “I really liked that, Hunter,” I tell him quietly.
He grins and brings his lips to hover just above mine. “Don’t be embarrassed to ask for more from me, baby. Whatever you want to explore, I’ve got you.”
“Just keep doing what you’re doing, sir,” I whisper.
And then he kisses me. His hands in my hair, a kiss that speaks a million different ways of I love you.
I pull back and run my finger along his jaw. “Well. That should be enough to see me through this weekend without you.”
He stiffens. The playfulness drops away in an instant.
“We’ve got all night.” His grip tightens on my waist. “I’m going to make sure you feel me when you sit on that leather chair on the jet.
You’ll still be full of me when you walk into the party.
You’ll be thinking about every filthy thing I’m going to do to you when you’re home. ”
“Perhaps I should leave you alone more often,” I tease.
His jaw tenses. He shakes his head. “I’d prefer it if you never left me, city girl,” he sighs, pressing his forehead against mine.
And my heart melts.
Because underneath everything, there’s a man who is terrified of losing the people he loves. Who has had people leave him. And that’s left a wound that I want to help him heal.
I cup his face with both hands. “I’m coming back, Hunter. I’m always coming back. I promise you. Ride or die, remember?”
He closes his eyes and breathes me in. “You better, firefly.”