Chapter 15 Serena #2
I dig my fingers into his thick neck as I brave another wave of ecstasy that builds and builds, but I don’t allow it to break. At least, not yet. Shelby controls my pleasure, and something about that level of surrender, that trust, makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever been.
He whispers, “Let go. Lean your body on me and just feel.”
He pulls away the blindfold, and our eyes meet in the glass facade in front of us. The intensity in his gaze undoes me completely.
“Come for me,” he commands.
“God! Fuck!” I scream as pleasure rushes through my muscles with the force of a river breaking down the walls of a dam. I’m lost in waves of sensation so intense that I can’t tell where my body ends, and his begins.
When I come to my senses, I realize I’m on my back on the lounge chair, the clamps are gone, and Shelby is worshiping my nipples, sucking them with a tenderness that contrasts sharply with his previous intensity.
He quickly moves down my body toward my still throbbing pussy.
He licks me dry, soothing and teasing at the same time, and I realize he’s working me up again, building toward more pleasure.
When he kneels between my thighs, I gasp at the sight of his thick cock, still hard, still ready. “You haven’t come. Let me take care of that,” I suggest, trying to sit up.
“Don’t worry. I will, but not in your mouth.” He winks as he leans over me to reach a nearby chair. He retrieves a butt plug. It’s sleek, purple, and designed with care.
“Suck this, instead,” he orders gently, presenting it to my lips.
I obey without hesitation, curious as to where he’s going with this. The silicone is smooth against my tongue. His expression darkens as he watches me.
He smooths the crease between my eyebrows with a thumb, his touch tender. “I told you I needed to prepare your ass for my dick,” he says quietly. “You still okay with all this?”
I nod, and he pulls the silicone plug out of my mouth. He commands, “Pull your knees against your chest.”
I comply, exposing myself completely, and he inserts the plug in my tiniest hole. The sensation is new, slightly uncomfortable at first, but he goes slowly, checking in, “Red?”
“No, sir,” I answer, and the term bypasses my brain before it falls off my lips.
The glint in Shelby’s eyes is all the confirmation I need to know I’m on the right path. He revels in my submission just as much as I do.
Shelby holds my ankles, draping my legs over his shoulders as he aligns his cock with my pussy.
With one swift push, he’s inside me again, to the hilt.
The new position makes me aware of pleasure spots I never imagined existed.
With the plug inside my ass, I’m filled, completely owned, and the sensation is deliriously overwhelming.
Gasping for air, I sink my fingers into the taut muscles of his shoulders.
“This will be quick, álainn. I can’t hold on much longer,” he warns, his voice strained.
“Don’t hold anything, Shelby. Fuck me like I belong to you. Because I’m all yours.”
I mean every word.
“Fuck, woman,” he whispers as he pulls almost all the way out of my body. Reaching between our bodies, he presses the plug I’d forgotten was inside me.
“God!” I shut my eyes and wail when the sex toy begins to vibrate, my vision blurs, and I grip his shoulders, my nails digging crescents into his skin.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against my cheek. “Let me hear you.”
I don’t hold back. The moans that escape me are raw and honest, carried away by the wind that sweeps across the terrace. The city is below us, people going about their lives, completely unaware that up here, suspended between earth and sky, something real is happening.
When I’m close, when the orgasm is building in my core like a wave about to crest, he pulls back. I whimper at the loss, but he’s already moving, already positioning himself at my entrance again.
“Look at me,” he commands, and I open my eyes again to find those blue depths fixed on mine.
He pushes inside me slowly, deliberately, his face transforms with the sensation. His jaw clenches. His eyes close for just a moment before snapping back open, refusing to break the connection between us.
“God help me.” He’s fully seated now, buried deep, and I can feel every inch of him. “You’re so perfect. So goddamn perfect.” Shelby thrusts his hips forward with renewed force.
“Yes, that’s it!” I grunt, throwing my head back, but I don’t dare look away from his intense stare.
“You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever known.”
He begins to move, and it’s intentional. This is a conversation written in the language of bodies, in the rhythm of thrust and gasp, in the way his hands grip my thighs, pressing them against his chest, like he’s afraid I might disappear.
The glass facade reflects us from every angle. I watch myself beneath him, my legs draped over his shoulders. The way his muscles flex and strain with each movement fascinates me. The intensity in his expression as he watches me warms my heart and steals my breath.
With the city as the backdrop and the witness, for the first time in my life, I don’t feel exposed. I feel claimed. Content. Happy.
Growling like the beast he said lives inside him, primal and powerful, Shelby unloads his pleasure deep inside me.
The hot jets trigger new waves of pleasure in me, and we both get lost in our orgasms, our bodies moving together in perfect synchronization until we collapse, tangled and breathless.
For a long moment, we just lie there on the lounge chair, his weight a comfort rather than a burden. His face is buried in my neck, and I can feel his heartbeat slowly returning to normal, like my own.
The wind carries the scent of the city and the distant sound of traffic. The glass facade reflects two people who have finally stopped running from their feelings.
“No more distance,” I whisper into his hair, my voice still shaky from the earth-shattering orgasms he’s given me.
He pulls back just enough to hold my stare, and the vulnerability in his gorgeous blue eyes is almost too much to bear.
When he looks at me like that, completely open and honest, that’s the real Shelby.
Not the ruthless enforcer, not the damaged Marine, but the man who chose to be brave enough to let me in.
“No more distance,” he agrees, before kissing me again. It’s slow and deep and full of promises that this time, we must keep.
My father’s crimes will still be there tomorrow. The lies and the betrayal and the darkness that’s been waiting in the shadows will demand our attention soon enough.
But right now, on this terrace between, we’re just two broken people who’ve chosen to become whole together.
And as the sun begins to set, splashing the sky with shades of purple, amber, and pink, I don’t want to think about what will happen next, because it will change everything.
Not because of strategy or the careful calculations that have defined my entire life.
But because, for once, I’m letting my heart call the shots.
And it’s telling me that I’m falling for Shelby Boyle. My problem is: will he ever be fearless enough to admit he feels the same?