Chapter 53 #2
“How’s that feel?” He gently palms the curve of my cheek as he starts to move again.
“Good. Different but good.” I breathe out the words in between soft little moans as I adjust to the feeling.
When he’s sure I’m ready, he moves in earnest, countering his thrusts and alternating them with the thrust of the makeshift toy he’s created for me. Slowly bringing us up to our normal rhythm.
“So good,” I murmur.
“Fuck, sweetheart, look at you like this. Falling apart for me while you’re spread out naked over your desk.” He curses again, and I cry out as he picks up his pace. “So damn beautiful.”
“I need more, please,” I whimper, my fingers working my clit until I’m begging for him to put me out of my misery.
“Yeah? You need me to fuck this little cunt full? Beg me for it.”
“Levi. Please. Please. Oh god…” My words fade into a mess of curses that alternate with me calling out his name.
I try to use the desk to brace myself as I feel him take me to the verge and hold me there.
So close and so far. Another murmured curse from my lips, though, and he answers my prayers, giving me enough that I can barely hold it together.
Before I know it, I’m coming hard, shattering into a million pieces that I might not ever be able to put back together again.
“See what I mean? Nothing is more sacred than this. The sound of you crying out like an angel—my angel.” His steady tone and the reassuring stroke of his palm over my hip and cheek take me floating out into an ocean of pleasure.
“It’s so good,” I mumble into my forearm, bending low as I’m overwhelmed by another wave.
“That’s my perfect girl. You’re doing so good. Come all over my cock.” He talks me through it. “Oh fuck. You should see how soaked you have me and your desk. I love it.”
“Come inside me, please,” I beg him. I want to be full in every way possible—marked and ruined, knowing I’m his completely even when he’s gone. “Let me watch you.”
The aspergillum is discarded, and he hauls me up into his arms, kicking the chair out of the way before he flips me over on the desk. He’s not gentle when he spreads my legs wide and slams inside. He’s unhinged, feral even, as he takes us both to the point of ruin.
“Holy hell. You’re so deep.” I have to catch my breath to speak, and he drags his lips down my throat. I bury my fingers in the hair at his nape.
“I have to be. The only chance I have of saving my soul is when I’m buried deep inside you,” he whispers against my ear.
I wrap my legs around him, my fingernails dragging down his back as he fucks me senseless, speeding us toward our finish. I can feel the building wave of my third orgasm, holding me hostage as he wrecks me completely with the sounds he’s making.
He comes hard, groaning so loudly I have to slap my hand over his mouth to muffle the noise.
An act that only serves to make him more determined to fuck me harder, rattling the desk underneath us while I say a quick prayer that the sister next door doesn’t wake up and come knocking, wondering if things have escalated from kidnapping to murder.
“Fucking hell, look at this tight little cunt. Fucked so full you’re leaking,” he mutters against my palm as I loosen my grip. We both watch the evidence drip out onto the table in streams underneath us. My fingers are still lazily circling my clit as his eyes fall heavy on the sight.
“Did you come?”
“Twice.”
“But?” He’s still breathing heavy, the words coming out clipped but focused. His intense gaze makes me confess the truth.
“I think I could again.”
“Fuck yes, you will. Tell me what to do.” He’s eager, his lip rolling between his teeth eagerly as he waits for my command.
“Get on your knees and clean up your mess.” I try for a stern order, but the amusement breaks on my face. His eyes soften, the intensity making way for devotion before a grin flashes over his face, and he hits the ground.
“Anything you want,” he murmurs against my skin before he swirls his tongue over my clit, sucking gently while I massage myself with the pads of my fingers—the two of us working in tandem.
“Oh my god…” I mumble. I dig my heel into his back, rocking against his face as I fall into the waves one last time. He draws it out for me, gently laving his tongue and lapping up every last drop of us while I run my fingers through his hair.
Finally, he looks up at me, nothing but admiration in his eyes, before he takes a deep breath and stands. He holds his hand out and pulls me to my feet, wrapping his arms around me and pressing me to his chest. The scent of his cologne and the feel of his skin on mine lure me into the calm again.
“How am I going to live without you?” I voice the thought that’s been rolling through my head all evening.
“You’re asking the wrong person because I’m praying you can’t.” He slips his hand under my jaw, cupping it and tilting my head up before he kisses me one last time.
We fall asleep together in my bed, me wrapped around him, naked and uncaring if we’re caught like this or not.
But in the wee hours of the morning, when I wake up, he’s gone.
The bed empty. The door locked. The sheet pulled back into place over me, and the room straightened like everything was a dream.
Only the empty bottle of anointing oil reveals the truth.
When I get up in the morning, I find the phone he gifted me with a note:
I couldn’t bear to hear you say goodbye, so I’m saving us both the trouble. I set up your phone so I can keep an eye on you, just like old times. You know where I stand. How I feel. You ever want to come home, you call me.
I press the phone to my chest and sob until it’s finally time for my shift in the kitchen.