Chapter 12 #2
“‘My little slut likes to be punished, doesn’t she?’ I growled.
Her lust-filled eyes connected with mine as I fucked her so hard, the desk began scooting forward.
Her head hung over the edge, her neck straining with the effort to keep it up.
To help, I cupped my hand under her jaw and shoved her head back. ”
My cock fucking ached, begging to be let out to have some sort of reprieve from the prison I left it locked in. I wouldn’t be able to handle this much longer. Selfishly, I had to speed things up.
I popped the vibrator off the back of her Kindle, tossing the device to the side. Pressing it firmly to her clit, I bit the smooth flesh of her thigh, pulling a cry from her.
My tongue lapped over the abused skin before moving south. I pumped my fingers deep inside her, hooking the ends to hit that blissful spot. Her hands tore at the sheets as I licked around the base of my fingers, then continued farther down.
“Henley,” she panted. “What are you—”
With no warning, I speared her puckered hole with my tongue. She hissed in a breath, hips moving up the bed. With my hand holding the vibrator, I hooked her thigh with the crook of my elbow and tugged her back to me.
“Move again, and I’ll make it hurt,” I warned.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time,” she shot back, but it didn’t hold her typical bite.
I spit on her ass before beginning to slide my ring finger into her tight hole. “Hold the vibrator over your clit and do. Not. Move. It. Unless I tell you to.”
Eagerly, her hand replaced mine over the toy. Like the good girl she was, she listened and didn’t move it so much as an inch.
My ring finger slid farther into her ass until it was seated to the knuckle. I gave her merely a second to adjust before continuing my movements, hooking it just the same as the others.
With my other hand now free, I sat up and grabbed her neck, applying a bit of pressure. She stared up at me, mouth wide and body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.
“You’re such a dirty fucking slut, aren’t you?”
She nodded, breaths quickening. Her center became even more slick than before, telling me she loved being treated like this.
And I fucking loved doing it.
Lowering my head, I grabbed her tit between my front teeth and tugged. She screamed out, back arching to follow my mouth. My teeth slid off her, and I followed the bite of pain with a lap of my tongue. I sucked her skin, reveling in the taste of her.
Unable to help myself any longer, I released her neck and tugged down the zipper of my jeans. I pulled my underwear down enough for my cock to spring out. Her eyes moved to it greedily.
She licked her lips, a starved expression overcoming her.
My head cocked to the side as I fisted my length. “You want my cock down your throat, don’t you, little slut?”
Her gaze turned ravenous. “Please.”
I slid my fingers out of her, running her wetness along my shaft. Moving my legs so they were on the outside of hers, I climbed up her body until I was hovering over her chest.
“Remember what I told you, Grace?”
She nodded, eager to please. “I won’t move my toy. I want to be good for you.”
I held back a groan. She shouldn’t be talking to me like this. We shouldn’t even be in her bed together like this. Yet, like the most deadly drug, I needed hit after hit after hit.
“Open your mouth,” I instructed.
She did, and even laid her tongue out flat. The woman had a fucking tongue piercing. How had I not seen that before? Had I been too distracted by the blood last night that I hadn’t felt it when she’d licked my thumb clean?
Fuck me.
“If you need me to stop, tap my leg.” Her one arm was pinned beneath me, but her other was free.
She nodded.
Without hesitation, I slid the head of my cock along the pad of her tongue. It pulsed with each pass over the piece of jewelry.
I wasn’t going to last.
I moved farther, sliding down her throat. Her eyes started to fill with tears as I began to thrust in and out of her pretty little mouth at a rough pace.
Her throat worked my length, tightening and loosening each time she nearly gagged.
“My little slut is so fucking starved for me.”
A broken moan hummed in her throat, vibrating through my cock.
“Turn your toy up,” I commanded, hating that I loved every fucking second of this, but still wanting to see her lose control.
The faint click of the button mixed with our breaths, and I picked up my pace. Saliva dribbled down the side of her mouth, a tear falling from her lashes.
My hand fisted in her hair, keeping her head at the perfect angle for me to fuck her mouth relentlessly.
Her moans were swallowed by the sound of my cock in her throat. Her little sounds became more frequent, more high pitched.
Without warning, her back bowed beneath me. Her eyes squeezed shut in response to her orgasm.
I tugged her hair hard. “Look at me while you come.”
Her eyelids popped open, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes faster now. The sight had me unable to continue, my cock stilling as deep as it could go in her tight mouth. I spilled down her throat, my groans mixing with her whimpers and filling the room as she swallowed every fucking drop.
Slowly, I slid out. She closed her swollen lips, staring up at me with heady eyes as she swallowed.
I feared what that look might do to me. Saw it in my goddamn nightmares. As swiftly as I could, I moved off of her, taking the vibrator from her and turning it off. I popped it on the back of the Kindle and set it back in her drawer, then closed it.
I remained seated on the edge of the bed and hung my head, fingers digging into my scalp as I got my breathing under control.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
Behind me, I heard Grace get off the bed and walk around. A drawer closed, and I assumed she was getting dressed. I pretended to give her privacy—as if she needed that after what we’d just done—while I got myself under control.
Minutes of silence stretched before she finally spoke. “Henley—”
“I need to tell the guys.”
More quiet passed between us.
“Okay…” I hated how defeated her voice sounded. Where was the little killer I had seen come out of her? The girl I just ruined in bed?
“You can either come, or stay.” I stood and fixed my cock back into my jeans. Once I was done, I faced her.
So many emotions passed over her features, but one stood out the most: shame.
God fucking damnit. The last thing I wanted was for her to feel embarrassed for what we’d just done.
She tried to mask it, but I saw it. Every single inkling of regret in her eyes.
Why was I doing this to myself? To her?
Why couldn’t I have taken the easy route and killed her when I had the chance? I didn’t need her to figure out who wanted me dead—the list was long.
Using her wasn’t going to get me any closer to solving the puzzle.
But it was too late to look back now. And as she stared at me from across the room, the bed we’d made a mess of moments ago standing between us, we both realized it.
“I’ll come.”