35. Charleigh

THIRTY-FIVE

CHARLEIGH

River reached out and brushed his thumb along my cheek. The tenderness was at complete odds with the ferocity that twitched through his muscles.

"You don't owe me a thing, Charleigh. We take this thing as fast or as slow as you want."

"I want it. I want to taste you. Please you."

A deep growl rolled in his chest, a riddle of possession.

His thumb slipped to my lips, and he tapped them right in the middle.

"You going to let me fuck this hot little mouth?"

"I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel." The confession gushed out of me like a plea.

Black eyes raved. A storm in the night. "Ah, tryin' to do me in, huh, Little Runner?"

I placed my palms flat on his pecs and pushed him back as I slipped off the couch. "I'm pretty sure it's me who's done in. Pretty sure it was you who had me splintering apart. What you just did to me…"

I wasn't sure I could form the words to express the way he'd made me feel.

As if I'd been elevated .

Removed.

Soaring.

Or maybe what I'd really experienced was being grounded for the first time.

Rooted.

And right there, with him, was the only place I wanted to be.

My fingers shook as I struggled to get to the fly of his jeans, my face upturned toward him because I couldn't look away from his glorious, brutal face.

He swiped the pad of his thumb over my tingling lips. "What I just did to you I plan on doing again and again. I'm going to wring so much pleasure out of you you're going to be begging me to stop all while you can't help but beg me for more. I'm going to make you forget ."

I wanted it. I wanted to forget.

But also…I wanted to remember. I wanted to start anew. I wanted to cling to this hope that had burst inside of me.

I inhaled a trembling breath when I finally got the button of his jeans undone, and it skated the air in a shock of electricity.

River exhaled, and I drew him in.

Leather and ink and wickedness. Only it was more. It was the woods and the earth and possibility. It was the sun and light and the life I'd been missing. River slowly pushed all the way to standing. He towered over me where I trembled on my knees.

Completely naked except for my bra that was twisted, the cups still pulled down beneath my breasts.

Wholly exposed.

But I wanted to be.

I lowered his zipper and began to pull down his jeans. I took his underwear with them.

I struggled to get them over his hips, and he helped me, pushing them low enough that his cock sprang free.

A rush of dizziness slammed me with the sight. His enormous cock pointing for the sky, hard and fat and pierced at the tip.

Redness flushed, and my mind sped back to when I'd first been in his shop and had seen the jewelry in the case, how I'd been too embarrassed to even imagine someone being pierced this way.

And there he stood in front of me with a metal rod that ran through his engorged, bulging head. It ran from top to bottom, and two balls were fitted on each side.

A choked sound crawled up my throat and I wheezed, "Oh…"

River smirked. "Told you I was going to wring every ounce of pleasure out of you. Wait until you feel me filling you up so full you actually feel like you're going to break."

"As long as you make me feel half as good as you made me feel two minutes ago, then I'm okay with it," I rasped, squeezing my thighs together because I suddenly needed him all over again.

"Oh, gorgeous, I promise you, it's going to be good. Now suck me like a good girl, and then I'll show you."

Surprise jolted out of me, followed by another rush of arousal. I couldn't imagine that I'd like being talked to this way, but his voice traveled through me on a torrent of desire.

I refused any self-consciousness, and I reached out and brushed my fingers down his length before I curled my hand around him.

River hissed, and I leaned in and dragged my tongue over the tip of his cock, letting my tongue come out to play with the ball at the bottom of the rod that pierced his dick.

He jolted and rumbled, "Fuck me. You're barely touchin' me, gorgeous girl, and I'm already about to blow. What I'm going to do to you, Charleigh Lowe," he gritted.

There was no stopping the grin that pulled at the edge of my mouth before I wrapped my lips fully around his tip and sucked. Big hands fisted in my hair as he let go of a growl.

It turned into a long moan when I drew him deep into my mouth, so far that his crown hit the back of my throat.

I struggled not to gag around the size of him, my lips stretched so wide that drool dripped from the edges of my mouth as I tried to take him as deep as I could.

I hummed with the sensation, vibrating on my knees, shocked at how much I enjoyed it .

His fingers splayed out over the sides of my head, and they tangled in the long pieces of my hair. He curled them into fists as he guided me back.

Then he plunged back in deep. "Just like that, Charleigh. Take it."

I moaned and he grunted when he pulled out then drove back in.

I had to reach out to grab onto his thighs to support myself as he began to fuck my mouth.

I wanted him to.

I wanted him to take control.

I wanted to surrender.

I wanted to give and trust.

"You're so good, baby. So good the way you take me."

A bunch of tiny sounds climbed my throat, the feel of him overwhelming as he pushed in again and again.

"Couldn't have dreamed up a fantasy better than this. You on your knees for me with my dick stuffed down your throat. Perfect girl."

He withdrew then thrust back in.

Hard.

I whimpered and clung on tighter as he began to work in long, deep strokes, driving in a little farther with each rut.

I took him like I was made to do it. Like I might do it forever.

Pleasure him the way he'd pleasured me. Like the two of us could go on for an eternity.

"Nothing has ever felt better than this sweet, dirty mouth."

His praise elicited a whimper, and I couldn't help but look up to his face. His eyes were a storm at midnight, a howling of wind and rain and greed.

Desire tumbled in my belly, rolling through me in a wave of lust. I writhed, pressing my thighs together in search of friction. Energy swirled and grew each time he stroked into my mouth.

Shimmery and overwhelming.

Emotions I couldn't comprehend flashed across the beautiful edges of his face as I stared up at him. Emotions that gusted and crushed. As if maybe he might feel a fraction of what he made me feel.

Needing to show him, I gripped him by the base of his cock and took over. Drawing him deep into my throat, swallowing around him as I stroked what I couldn't take of him with my hands.

I could feel the pleasure blaze in him. The way every muscle in his body was flexed and bowed, coiled and ready to be set off.

"Fuck, Charleigh, what are you doing to me? This mouth, baby, this mouth."

I garbled a sound, needing him to know that I felt it, too. That he was wrecking me just by showing me that I could do this. That I wanted this. That I deserved this.

His hands tightened in my hair and he growled, "I'm gonna come in this sweet mouth."

He jutted and rocked before he split. Coming apart, twitching and jerking as he poured down my throat.

I took it all, swallowing him down as he roared my name. Clutching me tight as he came and came.

He slowed, wheezing for breath as he pulled out, and one second later he was on his knees, too. My face in his powerful hands as he muttered, "Yeah, Little Runner, seems you're here to wreck me."