Chapter Ten

CHAPTER TEN

Cinna

Did I actually just say that out loud?

Sure, I’d been thinking that.

But I didn’t actually want him to stay.

Right?

The thing was, as I watched his head tip to the side, a question in his eyes, I knew I did.

I wanted him to stay.

I wanted a whole lot more than that.

And maybe, just this once, I could actually get what I truly wanted in life. Even if it only lasted one night. Because tomorrow, I was going to leave. Then try to pretend all of this didn’t happen.

So tonight? Tonight I was going to give in to what had been growing between us for literally years.

“Yeah?” he asked, his voice a soft caress.

“Yeah,” I agreed, releasing his wrist, leaving it in his hands.

He stepped back, and my heart sank for one short, agonizing second, before I saw him reach toward his wrists, removing his cufflinks, and leaving them on the nightstand.

Next was his watch.

His jacket.

Anticipation sizzled across my nerve endings as he tugged the hem of his shirt out of his slacks, then worked at his buttons.

I watched the sliver of skin grow wider as each button opened, as the motions spread the material wider.

Then, with one quick motion, the shirt was gone.

I was helpless but to let my gaze slide over him, watching the way his muscles twitched as he moved.

I followed the movement of his hands as he reached for his belt, working it free, then sliding it from the loops with a whooshing noise that had no right to be as sexy as it was.

His hands moved to his button and zip, pausing, until my gaze slid up to his face, finding him watching me with heavy-lidded eyes.

“See something you like, love?” he asked, his words making a shiver course through me.

I was pushing myself up then, struggling a bit with only one good hand, and ribs that were still aching, but I managed to get to a seated position, then slid my legs off the edge of the bed, leaving me sitting with my head at a suggestive position.

“Show me more,” I demanded, hearing a thickness in my own voice as the desire began to spread through me.

That rumble moved through him, and I watched as his hands pushed the button through, then slid down the zipper.

His slacks fell down, pooling at his legs, forgotten by both of us, as he stood there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs that were doing next to nothing to hide the proof of his desire.

My hand lifted, my fingertip teasing down the length of him, making his breath hiss out, and his abdominal muscles go taut.

“I can’t…” I said, lifting my braced hand.

His own hands moved down, grabbing the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulling them down until they pooled with his pants.

For the first time, he was the one naked with me fully clothed. Something about that sent a thrill through me.

But then, well, my gaze slid to his hard length, and all other thoughts flew out of my head.

I wasn’t even aware that the whimper I felt inside had escaped me until a low chuckle moved through Dav.

“Thinking about how I’m gonna feel buried inside your tight pussy?” he asked, making my sex flutter. “Been thinking of fucking nothing else for weeks,” he admitted.

My good hand lifted, wrapping around his cock, and sliding down his length to hold him at the base.

“Fuck,” Dav groaned, his cock twitching even as I leaned forward, teasing my tongue around his head, tasting his desire, and feeling his hand slam down on my shoulder, fingers digging in, as I continued to explore him.

I teased my tongue down the underside of his length, then replaced my tongue with my lips, sucking upward, then taking him in between my lips, working him until my hand was in my way.

“Fuck, baby,” Dav hissed. “You can take my cock so deep.”

I whimpered around him as my sex clenched hard, the pressure on my lower stomach becoming painful.

“Been thinking about having my cock in your mouth for years,” he admitted, his hand sliding to the back of my neck as I moved back up, then down. “None of those fantasies stacked up to how good you feel fucking me with your mouth,” he said as I worked him harder and faster. “As much as I want to come down your throat, though, baby,” he started, suddenly grabbing a handful of my hair, tugging until the pain spread across my scalp, forcing me to move up until his cock slid from between my lips with a pop. “I need to be inside of you more,” he finished, his thumb teasing across my swollen lower lip.

He moved forward a step, his leg wedging between mine. His hands went out, grabbing me around the hips, and pressing me further back.

He followed me up onto the mattress as I moved to lie flat, looking up at him, my belly going liquid at the molten desire in his eyes.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his fingers teasing the sides of my knees, then up my thighs. “Love how you’re looking at me right now. The way you fucking tremble when I touch you,” he went on as his fingers whispered over the tops of my thighs, making a shiver rack my system. “How wet you already are for me,” he said as his fingers teased up my inner thighs to press into the material of my panties, finding me already drenched for him.

“Dav,” I whimpered, letting my thighs fall open for him, inviting more.

But his hand moved away, sliding across the waistband of my panties instead, over my hip, then back to the center and up.

His fingers snagged the pull of my zipper, moving it downward, then reaching to spread the material to the sides, exposing me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured as his fingers teased down the center of my chest, over my belly, across my hips. Then back up, over my ribs, grazing the sides of my breasts, then finally moving to cover them with his hands, squeezing.

I arched up into the sensation as desire shot from his touch to between my thighs.

That rumble moved through him and he was suddenly moving down toward me, his face nestling between my breasts, his hair tickling over my heated skin before his hand moved away, and his lips replaced it, his tongue circling around my nipple until it was twisted into an aching point. Only then did he suck it into his mouth, making white-hot pleasure course through me, dragging out a ragged moan as my hips rose against him instinctively, writhing, trying to get relief from the need building between.

The sweet torment seemed to go on forever, his tongue, lips, and teeth making me squirm and whimper. Before, finally, he moved across my chest, starting the process all over again.

“Dav, please,” I moaned, fingers slipping into his hair, yanking.

“Please what?” he asked, resting his chin between my breasts, and looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes, the ghost of a smirk toying with his lips. “Please slip off your panties, and bury my face between your thighs and taste you like I’ve been craving to do?”

“Yes.”

“Mmhmm,” he murmured against my skin as his lips pressed a kiss to the spot his chin had been resting a moment before.

But then he was moving a path upward instead of down, pressing kisses across my chest, tracing my collarbone with his tongue, the column of my neck.

My head tilted, inviting more even as my body screamed for relief from the clawing need in my core.

His teeth snagged my earlobe before his lips moved down my jaw, a whisper-soft, sweet sort of attention I wasn’t used to. And some part of me wanted to grab him, to push him downward, to shrink away from this new sort of intimacy.

But then his lips were sealing over mine, silencing any protest I might have forced out.

He was soft and sweet for a moment, expecting, what? Hesitance on my part? Or worried he might hurt me?

My legs came up around his hips, heels digging into his ass, pulling him flush against me, our centers aligning, and the pressure of his cock against my cleft had moans escaping both of us.

It was then that some of the control he had over himself snapped, making him kiss me harder, hungrier, his lips bruising into mine, his tongue moving inside to claim mine as his hips ground down into me as my hips writhed up against him.

I didn’t even care about foreplay right then. I wanted him to reach down, to yank my underwear out of the way, and to feel him sink inside me, know what it felt like to feel him pressing deep, stretching me to make me his.

As if sensing the direction of my thoughts, though, Dav pulled against my hold, his lips and tongue moving down the other side of my jaw, down my neck, over my clavicle, then down between my breasts, over my belly.

Goosebumps pebbled up on my skin as he kissed across the waistband of my panties before, suddenly, his lips were moving between my thighs, sucking my clit into his mouth through the material, making a ragged sound escape me as my whole body jolted in the mix of surprise and pleasure.

Dav made an approving sound that vibrated against me as he continued to work me with his tongue, the material creating a different kind of friction and frustration that had my hands in his hair, holding him against me as my hips rocked up into the sensation, begging for more.

His hand moved up, finally snagging the material of my panties, pulling downward as I arched up, so he could free it, desperate to feel him without the barrier.

Dav sat back, carefully pushing my knees in toward my chest so he could pull the material off of my ankles.

When it was discarded to the side of the bed, his fingers drifted up my legs to grab my knees, pulling them apart, then spreading me wide on the mattress for him.

“Look how fucking perfect you are,” he said, fingers drifting across my inner thighs. “Your pussy is dripping for me,” he added, making a strange, throaty sound escape me as he just continued to stare, a hunger in his gaze that pulled at something primal inside of me.

“Dav, please,” I whimpered again as his hand shifted inward, one fingertip teasing across the edge of one of my lips, then down the other, creating a molten-hot need in my core.

I’d never been so fully… explored before, had someone seem like they were trying to get to know every inch of me.

He watched intently as his finger shifted inward, sliding up my slick cleft, then teasing a circle around, but not quite touching, my clit. Then as he moved back downward, the tip of his finger slipped inside of me, my walls clenching around it, making that rumble move through him again.

“Please, what, love? Please eat this sweet pussy until you’re screaming and crying and begging for my cock?”

“ Yes ,” I moaned.

He shot me a soft look that had me worrying he was going to torture me again.

But then he was down on his stomach, and his face was between my thighs again, this time with nothing between us.

His tongue slid up my cleft and circled my clit like his fingers had done a moment before. But, finally, his lips closed around the sensitive spot, sucking me into his mouth so hard that I saw white, and I was sure I was going to come right then and there.

But his lips released, easing me away from the edge, and his tongue started to work me instead as his finger slipped further inside of me, thrusting lazily as his mouth feasted on me.

The entire world fell away then.

All that existed was his lips and tongue and fingers as he worked me with expert precision, as he drove me up ruthlessly.

My hips writhed and my thighs shook as he got me closer and closer.

“That’s it,” he groaned, emphasizing each word with a flick of his tongue, “come in my mouth.”

A pained sound escaped me at his words as my breath got more and more ragged, my back arching painfully as he pushed me right to that edge, then shoved me over, leaving me falling, then crashing into the orgasm.

My cries filled the room as my thighs clamped around the sides of his face as he kept working me with his tongue, as his finger thrust faster inside of me, dragging it out until I collapsed back onto the mattress, shaky and whimpering and desperately trying to slow my frantic breathing.

Dav’s tongue moved away, sensing I was too sensitive right that second for more, but his finger stayed inside of me, and as soon as I pulled in a deep breath, another finger joined it, making a whimper escape me.

“Greedy pussy,” he said as he moved to sit on his ankles, watching as he fucked me with his fingers. Slowly at first, then more demanding with each passing second as my hips started to rock with him, as the need grew again, somehow even more desperate than before.

“Dav…”

“I’ll never get sick of hearing you beg for my cock, Cin,” he said, using his free hand to start to work himself in lazy strokes as his gaze oscillated from my face to between my thighs, watching what he was doing to me, thinking of himself inside of me instead of his fingers. “You’re going to feel so good squeezing me as I stretch you,” he said, making my walls tighten again, another little whimper escaping me.

“Dav, now,” I pleaded, rocking against his fingers, desperate for an end to the ache.

That rumble moved through him again as his finger slid out of me, lifting, and sinking into his mouth, tasting me again.

“Here,” he said, reaching for my hand, pressing it between my thighs. “Work this sweet pussy for me for a minute,” he said.

I did just that as he reached out to the side, digging in his nightstand for the stash of condoms I’d found there on my first day, finding one, then making quick work of protecting us as his gaze kept slipping toward where my hand was between my thigh, teasing my clit.

“Fuck,” he said, exhaling hard. “You’re so fucking sexy, Cin,” he said, reaching for my hand, lifting it, and sucking my fingers into his mouth, cleaning them off, before slipping his fingers between mine as he leaned forward, coming down over me, his hand pinning mine to the mattress as his weight pressed down on me.

His hips shifted, and his hard length was pressed against my clit.

My legs rose, wrapping around him, holding him tight as I rocked against him, my breathing getting faster and more shallow.

His lips sealed against mine again, harder, hungrier, close to losing control.

I wanted him too.

I wanted him as pulled apart at the edges as I felt.

His lips pulled from mine, his eyes almost closed they were so heavy as he looked down at me.

He pulled against my hold, getting a grumble that had his lips curving up for a second as he repositioned, and, finally, the head of his cock pressed against me.

Pausing.

Then surging inside of me. Taking me with one long, deep thrust.

The sound that escaped me was half moan, half shock, as he stretched me, as he pressed so deep there was a slight ache that had no right to feel good. But did regardless.

“Oh, fuck,” Dav groaned, pausing as he was settled deep. “You’re so fucking tight.” The words only made my walls close around him more, dragging a growl out of him.

His forehead pressed to mine as he sucked in a steadying breath. It must not have helped, though, as his cock ground deeper, creating that delicious little pinch again.

“I don’t want to hurt your ribs,” he said, voice almost pained from holding himself back.

“They don’t hurt,” I said. It wasn’t technically a lie. Right now, the only pain I felt was the aching need for release. “Please fuck me.”

That rumble moved through him, vibrating into me.

And then whatever control he had snapped as he pulled back, almost leaving me, then slammed deep again, hard enough to jolt my whole body.

Maybe it should have hurt, maybe it would later, but I didn’t care.

All that mattered was the feel of him inside of me, the way his control was shredding with each thrust, making him harder, rougher.

Something inside of me loved this side of him. The same part of me that was drawn to his darkness and violence also loved this hard, almost savage side of him as he fucked me.

“Fuck, yes, just like that,” he groaned as I tightened around him, almost making it hard for him to move. “Squeeze my cock.”

As if my body had been waiting for the demand, the orgasm coursed through me, making me cry out and writhe as the waves crashed through me over and over before finally releasing me.

As desperate as he seemed for it, though, he hadn’t come with me. His cock was rock-hard inside of me as I came back down.

As I sucked in a breath, he pulled away, sitting on his knees, and yanking up my legs, then starting to fuck me again.

Harder, somehow, than before, his gaze holding mine captive as his fingers bruised into my thighs.

“Tell me your perfect fucking pussy is mine,” he demanded, his thrusts so savage that the backs of my thighs ached from his body slamming against them.

“It’s yours,” I gasped. Because, in that moment, it was. I was. Wholly. More completely than I’d ever been anyone’s before.

The growl that escaped him made my belly go liquid as my walls tightened, as he drove me closer and closer to that edge again.

“Show me,” he demanded, voice rough. “Come for me again.”

And just like that, I did, vision going white as the pleasure shot through me, stealing my breath and my voice, leaving me shaking and gasping for a breath that didn’t come as I was pulled under the waves again and again.

“Fuck,” he groaned, taking me to the hilt, and fucking me deep as he fell apart with me. “Fuck, Cinna,” he groaned, every muscle in his body tense, his head thrown back as he came while buried inside of me.

Nothing, nothing had ever felt that right.

And that, well, that was fucking terrifying.