Chapter 13

Chapter Thirteen

Shepperd

With my arousal coating his lips, Law moved back up my body and planted an open-mouthed kiss on me. He demanded entrance with firm pressure from his lips and then tongue. I moaned when the taste of my own pleasure hit my tastebuds. Why was that so erotic? Especially while he pushed his way closer to settle between my thighs. In this position, I could feel his firm cock against my already throbbing pussy, and it was ecstasy.

I was so used to unsatisfying encounters with men. This guy was scrambling my brain, and all I could think was more . More lips. More tongue. More cock. More everything. And right goddamn now.

I clutched his toned shoulders while he kissed me and felt so secure and at peace. With him, with what we were doing—it all felt so right. Confidence oozed from every slide of his tongue, caress of his fingers, groan from deep in his chest, and it lit me up from within—like the brightest sunny day. I felt happy and excited for the first time in so long, tears pricked the backs of my eyes and threatened to ruin it all.

To hide my emotions, I buried my face in the crook of his neck and sucked in greedy gasps while I wound down from my climax. But with his dick rubbing persistently against my sex, I was finding it difficult to get to that serene place where I normally settled after coming.

I just wanted more. Trying to put a sliver of space between our faces, I whimpered, “Law…please.”

“What, baby? Please what?” he asked and actually looked concerned.

“I need you,” I said and felt slickness flood my pussy. Mentally I was ready. Physically I was ready. If he didn’t fuck me soon, I’d take matters into my own hands and guide his cock to the spot where I needed him.

When I first started having casual sex, I was always the aggressor. I felt safer being the one directing the action and making the choices. Being in charge assured me nothing would happen that I didn’t want to happen. At my core, I was still a red-blooded woman. I wanted to be satisfied and loved regardless of the fact that some slimeball loser took advantage of me as a child.

As soon as a shard of a memory about my experience stabbed into my mind, I banished it. That fucker wouldn’t rob me of this chance at happiness. So many other opportunities had been passed over in my life out of fear, thoughts of unworthiness, and anger. He wouldn’t win this time.

Law pulled back to get a good look at my expression. “Still doing okay?”

Gulping the resolve down deep, I said, “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

I couldn’t be sure if I sold my reassurance based on the way he continued to watch me. I realized I had scared the guy good the first time we fooled around, but I couldn’t do this twenty-questions bit every time I needed to get laid. I would not have pegged Law to be the doting, careful guy he was in bed.

The sexy, hungry way he used to watch me in the gym always unspooled fantasies of rough, dirty, carnal sex. Typically, reserved and measured guys turned me off. I just wanted to break his resolve and see what he was hiding beneath this shell of restraint.

Might as well just jump to the point. “Do you have condoms? I probably do if you don’t.”

He kissed the tip of my nose before teasing, “Getting impatient?”

“Hell yes, I am. I couldn’t be more desperate right now. Please.” I added that last word to the end because I didn’t miss the naughty glimmer in his eyes the other times I’d said it.

This time was no different, and it finally spurred him into action. He sat back on his heels for a moment and gave my body a long, wolfish look. To push him more, I snaked my hand down my abdomen and gave my clit a slow circle.

“Oh, fuck me, Shepperd.” He moaned with his eyes fixed on my busy fingers.

“That’s what I’ve been begging you for, man. We want the exact same thing.”

Law scurried off the bed and bent over the nightstand to riffle through the top drawer. He shuffled its contents from side to side before identifying the blue square box. Two condoms were tossed onto the bed beside me, and he was back. I watched him roll on the protection and reposition himself between my legs.

“You good like this? To start at least?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“I’ll take it however you want to give it to me,” I rasped. His cock was going to hurt a bit, but nothing that would be unbearable. I would definitely enjoy the little aches and pains tomorrow that would remind me of how we spent our night.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he commented as he guided his dick through my folds to my entrance.

I brought my knees closer to my chest and squeezed my thighs against his rib cage while we kissed. He slid in slowly, drawing out the exquisite feeling of that first thrust.

There was no containing my vocal thrill, and the sounds I made seemed to encourage him to go deeper, and then deeper still. By the time his pelvis was against mine, the moaning and whimpering had turned into nonsensical babble. I repeated the words “Yes, please” and “Oh my God” over and over until his thrusts came at the perfect pace to rob my breath. He had wedged one forearm beneath the slope of my back and lifted my hips to crash with his. Wet, sexy sounds of our bodies joining filled the room in chorus with our voices, and before I knew it, I teetered on the edge of another orgasm.

“Shit, Law. My God, I’m going to come. Don’t stop, please.”

“That’s my girl. Shatter for me, baby. Let me feel your cunt flutter all around me,” my gorgeous lover demanded, and I was more than happy to comply.

I tilted my head back in hopes he’d lean over and kiss me while my pussy spasmed around his cock, but instead, he sucked one of my nipples into his desperate mouth and bit me. The sharp pain kicked off another tremor through my nervous system that somehow turned into a mini orgasm as Law’s dick swelled and then erupted into the condom.

After a few slower pumps of his hips, he collapsed to the side of me and quickly gathered my body in his arms and pulled me against his hot, slick chest.

He smelled so damn good, I wanted to inhale the deep, rich scent over and over. His arms remained banded in a snug, secure embrace so tight that I felt his heart thundering against my spine.

“Thank you,” I murmured with my lips pressed against his bicep. I don’t think I’d ever thanked someone for fucking me, but the words tumbled out before I could barricade them in.

Law had his face buried in my hair, rubbing his nose and lips along my nape. The motion, coupled with his warm breath, ramped me up all over again.

“It was my absolute pleasure. Thank you.”

He added the second part after a beat, and I wondered if he said it because I had.

I chuckled at my busy brain’s nonsense. “What are you thanking me for? You did all the work, man.”

“Turn over and face me,” he issued in a demanding but kind tone. I was doing it before I could shoot my mouth off to defend myself. It was a knee-jerk reaction I took whenever I felt cornered. If I could shock someone with a rude remark, it usually threw them off my scent so I didn’t have to deal with messy feelings.

No words were available, but I held his stare in the dark room.

Law cupped my cheek in his large palm and finally spoke. “Thank you, beautiful girl, for trusting me with your body. Thank you for staying present with me here in this room, and most of all”—he smirked in a boyish way—“thank you for agreeing to stay here with me. I hope this is the first of many, many, hot, dirty nights in this very bed.”

So, it wasn’t exactly what I was expecting, but not too far off either. I was definitely caught off guard when he admitted he was glad I moved in. His words helped ease the anxiety mounting over being a charity case.

I decided to reuse his words and replied, “It’s my absolute pleasure too.”