Chapter 30 Hutch #2
“I’m gonna need you to say it.” My voice a low command against her mouth.
She pulls back slightly, breathing hard to gaze down at me. “What do you mean?”
Her eyes roam my face, and I lift a palm to bracket her jaw again, my thumb brushing her bottom lip.
“I joke around a lot.” Feeling a little self-conscious with her this close, I shrug, our bodies pressed together. It’s intimate and scares the fuck out of me, but I want her. “But not about this.”
Fucking, taking her body and giving her mine, and that means I need her to be sure now, more than ever. I need her to know I want this, but I need to be sure that she’s ready to take this step.
“About what?” Her words are murmured low, the scent of her surrounding me.
God, the feel of her soft skin against the callouses of my palm on her cheek, the other exploring the plushness of her hip, has all thought floating away, and my cock throbs. The tenderness of it leaves me slightly dazed, breathless.
“Consent, California. I never, ever joke about consent.”
She jerks out a nod then blurts, “Okay, yes,” before ducking her head as if she’s embarrassed.
I tip her chin up in the moonlight, her pale skin glowing against those bee-stung kiss-bitten lips.
She swallows hard, her eyes flashing for a moment with vulnerability before she utters, “I want it. I want you.”
“‘Course you do, filthy girl,” I growl and then plunge my tongue into her mouth.
Grabbing her by the thighs, I flip her on her back, and her legs come up to wrap around my waist.
She grinds herself against the bulge tenting my jeans and lets out a low moan before putting a little space between us. My mouth immediately drops to take one of her perfectly fat nipples into my mouth. I suck hard, and she drives her hand into my hair, holding me in place.
I move lower, pressing my face to the spot above her spread thighs, inhaling her scent. She’s already so wet I can see it on the satin of her panties. Moving up her body, I plant kisses over her fabric-covered skin, trailing my fingers along the outside of her thigh as I do.
My fingers move to the apex of her thighs, and she arches against them. “How many times have you gotten yourself off thinking about me sliding my fingers into this desperate little cunt? Hmm?”
She lets out a whimper but is clearly at a loss for words. She writhes against my touch.
“How many times have you thought about me using this pretty little hole as my own personal fucktoy?” I ask, centimeters from her lips.
“So many,” she pants against my lips before I drive my tongue into her mouth again. I swear to God I’ll never get enough of her mouth on mine.
“That’s what I thought.” I sit back on my heels and strip her of her panties. I toss them to the bed and reach for my belt, unbuckling it and sliding it through the loops. Her eyes track the movement, a hungry glint in them when I drag it off to drop it to the floor.
“Wait.” The word comes out breathless, a little desperate, and goes straight to my dick.
My eyes meet hers with a question.
She’s hesitant. Her eyes slide away from mine and she presses her lips into a thin line, rolling her eyes up to look at the ceiling.
“Say it,” I tell her, voice low.
“Fuck,” she whispers, and I wonder how this usually self-confident, sarcastic, and in control woman is unable to simply ask for what she wants. Who made her think it wasn’t okay to ask for what she needs? Her ex? Someone else?
“Look at me and say. It,” I repeat. The soft command in my tone brings her gaze back to mine. She glances at the belt looped in my hand, and I see her eyes harden with resolve.
“Will you…use that on me?” Her eyes tick back and forth between mine, and she swallows. “Please.”
I quirk a brow at the word and a slow smile tips up my lips, my chest flushing with her question. “Well fuck, how can I refuse a please?” I say with a wicked grin.
Her nod is jerky, her breath shallow in what I think is anticipation.
“You want me to tie you up with my belt, filthy girl?”
She nods, then shakes her head, that same hesitancy returning to her eyes, like she’s not sure what I’ll think about what she wants. Little does she know, I’d do pretty much anything at this point. My dick is practically screaming at me to fuck something.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips and her eyes drop to the belt in my hand.
“What do you want?”
“Use it on me first.”
My dick throbs and I clench my molars.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Where?”
A quick breath stutters from her, making her chest rise and fall. She lifts a hand and runs it across her perfect, heavy tits. “Here,” she whispers. Her hand drops lower, brushing across the copper curls at the apex of her thighs. “And here.”
My cock is rock hard when she finally asks for what she wants. This gorgeous, controlled woman, letting walls down, finally giving up control, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
Swiping up her discarded panties, I twist them in a crude, loose knot around her wrists, then press both of her hands into the bed above her head.
“Don’t move.”
She nods her head once, pupils blown wide, chest flushed, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Okay.”
I take my time, running the belt from her ankle, up the inside of her calf, to her knee; up one creamy thigh, making sure to slide it lightly over her swollen pussy. She’s glistening for me already, and I can’t wait to make her come.
“Pick a word,” I murmur, watching the belt trail over her skin.
“W-what?” she asks, breathlessly, eyes flicking to mine.
I brush the leather over those copper curls again, and she shivers, her hips canting up a bit, desperate for friction. “If we’re doing this, I need to know that you want it. And I need to know if you don’t.”
“I…” She trails off, uncertainty filling her blue eyes. “I wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t want it.”
I stop trailing the belt and meet her bright blue eyes, hooded with lust.
“You ever done this before?” I ask, voice low.
She shakes her head and swallows. “No.”
“Pick a word, California, or this stops now.”
Her nod is eager. She wets her lips again, and she looks around, almost frantic. Like she thinks I might change my mind if she takes too long. “Windowsill. I guess that’s a stupid word, isn’t it?” Her cheeks flush pink.
I chuckle. “We can use colors if you want.”
“Okay,” she nods, “yeah.”
I swallow hard, never imagining a world where Ginger would ask for something that requires a safe word. But here we are, and I’ve never been more turned on.
“You know the colors?”
She nods, eyes hooded.
“Okay. So, tell me.”
A pink blush flushes her neck and chest, staining her cheeks too.
“If you’re too shy to use them, maybe—”
“I’m not,” she blurts. “Green is good, yellow is slow down or take a break, and red means stop.”
I cock a brow at her. “For someone who’s never done this, you sure know a lot about it.”
I expect sass, at least an eye roll, but I don’t get either. All she does is wait, eyes filled with need and naked vulnerability. The amount of trust she’s giving me isn’t lost on me.
“Give me a color.”
“Green,” she says immediately, the need in her voice pulling my gaze back to hers, and I nod once.
“You need yellow or red, you use them. Understand?”
She nods. “Okay.”
I trail the belt over her wrist, up her bicep, and over her collarbone, loving how her skin breaks out again in goosebumps. Her breath catches as I move it lightly over a peaked, peach nipple.
She’s so fucking sexy, laid out for me, writhing under the leather of my belt and the heat of my gaze.
I trail the looped leather up the column of her throat and then up her cheek, down over her forehead to her lips. The leather catches a bit on her bottom lip, tugging it down a bit, and I grit my teeth at the thought of taking that mouth with my cock. It really does stretch so perfectly for me.
Later.
Right now, this is all about what this incredible redhead wants. A part of me isn’t surprised that she likes a little sting of pain with her pleasure. I do too. I wonder what else Ginger’s into.
I take my time, dragging the belt down her throat and over her collarbone, teasing every nerve. When I get to her chest, I find her gaze. Her breathing and my heartbeat pounding in my ears are all I hear. With a flick of my wrist, I bring the belt down across her nipple.