Chapter 24

24

" O pen your knees wider for me, sweet thing," Owen says in that cool, authoritative tone he's used on me once or twice. I want to protest. I want to keep up the fight. I'm not even sure why at this point, other than it feels like I have some control over this. I was honest about how I felt, and then he flayed me open, and now I don't know what to do with myself.

His words…

His powerful, heartfelt fucking words that he spoke straight into my soul. Damn him for doing that to me.

I open my thighs wider, cool air sliding up along my legs and straight over my damp pussy. A shudder rolls through me, but he doesn't touch me again. Not with his mouth or fingers, only with his eyes that are trained straight on mine. I realize he's waiting on me. He asked me to take off my shirt and bra, and I'm still dressed from the waist up.

He's waiting for me to make the choice. Stay or go. Trust him or don't. Continue or stop.

It's not an even playing field between us. I can't promise it'll ever be. I can't fathom a time will ever come when I won't worship at your feet. When I won't feel a million miles beneath you and nowhere ever deserving enough.

My heart stutters in my chest. I guess I know which way I'm going.

With my breath held in my lungs, I pull my shirt up and over my head before I reach behind and unclasp my bra. His expression is tight, nearly unreadable except for his eyes that smolder with arousal. No one has ever looked at me the way Owen does. No one has ever made me feel more desired or beautiful.

My skin crackles with anticipation, my nipples painfully hard, and my breasts heavy.

He makes quick work of his clothes, his hand reaching behind his back to tear off his shirt seconds before his jeans meet the floor. His hard cock smacks his rock-hard lower abs and I feel my pussy pulse at the sight.

His finger circles a wide arc into a tight spiral around one nipple and then the other. I whimper, biting into my lip, my legs anxious to close so I can press my thighs together. I want him to do that on my clit. With his fingers and tongue and even his cock. He continues to play with my breasts, lifting and squeezing, pinching and pulling as his other hand trickles down my belly.

"Your tits are so fucking responsive."

I can only nod as I lick my lips and wait for more.

"Do you remember what I said I planned to do tonight?"

Ha! Do I? I've been craving nothing else all damn day. That's probably half of what made me so fucking nuts.

The tips of his fingers tickle my smooth mound and then glide down, following the same motion with my clit as his fingers on my breasts did. I gasp and then sigh. My head falls back before I prop myself up, anxious to watch him. Heavy with lust and pleasure, I struggle to keep my eyes open when they're so anxious to close .

The tip of his tongue rolls along my clit, and he smacks my inner thigh, jolting my eyes wide until they lock with his. This look on him. This cocky, arrogant boy, all deliciously dimpled, I-own-every-inch-of-you look. I fucking love this look. It's the one that promises he's going to do dirty, dirty things to me.

With a smirk, he pulls off his glasses and tosses them onto the coffee table, and I legit nearly come just from that move alone. As it is, my pussy clenches so hard, I think I pull a muscle.

My hips begin to rock, seeking, needing more of him. He doesn't make me wait. His mouth devours me with a wicked French kiss that has my toes curling. Pleasure spikes through me, and I start to pant, my hands flying over my head, fisting, searching for anything I can grab onto, but I come up empty.

"I need a headboard."

He smiles as he kisses my inner thigh, his long body half on and half off the couch. "So I can tie you to it?"

Oh! I hadn't thought of that.

"So I can tie you to it," I throw back at him.

He nips at my soft skin before licking the sting away. "Sweet thing, if you really want to tie me up and fuck me, I might not stop you. But I much prefer having you at my mercy."

"Oh, god, yes," I cry as he works my pussy with his tongue as if proving his point. His hand abandons my breast to hold my thighs so I stop squirming. It's impossible, though. The way his tongue circles over my sensitive bud, round and round, tighter and fucking tighter until the hot swirls are almost too much for me to take.

Lord have mercy, I'm close, and god, do I need this.

Just as I reach my peak, everything is gone. His tongue, his breath, his fingers. All replaced with the cool air of nothing. I whimper in disappointment, which makes him chuckle softly. My head flies up, and I throw him my most murderous glare.

"Women do not appreciate being toyed with. "

"And yet you have so many toys upstairs. A whole arsenal of them, so I find it difficult to believe you."

I squint. "How would you know about my arsenal?"

"Other than you telling me? I did my research."

I gasp and then moan as he licks me again. "You what?!"

He smirks and blows cool air across my pussy. "You taunted me with them. And you have a history of digging through my drawers. You didn't think I wouldn't return the favor, did you?"

My jaw unhinges. I'd be ready to strangle him if my orgasm wasn't still hovering on the edge of release. "I'm indignant."

A loud peel of laughter flees his lungs, his head flying back. "Who says that?"

"I just did." I smack his shoulder. "You shouldn't have gone through my stuff."

"Ditto. But I actually didn't do that. I just wanted to see your reaction. You'll have to show me what you've got because I'm dying to use them on you."

Oh my hell. This man.

He flies up and kisses my lips, licking them with a smile on his. "You're so fucking cute. My sweet thing, are you ready for me to make you feel good?"

I start to argue, but he calls me his sweet thing, and then his tongue slides in my mouth while his thumb rubs my clit, and I'm utterly lost to him. His stubble scratches my skin as he works his way back down my body, only to grip my waist and lift my pussy back to his mouth.

He takes a deep inhale of me and lets out a low groan of appreciation. My fingers twine into his hair, holding on even though I'm lying lengthwise on the sofa. He's all over the place, the angle a mess for him, and I have no idea how we'll manage sex on here.

"I want you to beg for me."

I bite back a moan and then swallow my pride. I want to beg for him too. I want to make him so hard he can't think straight. "Please, don't stop. I was so close."

"I know." That's it, but it's his way of saying I don't get to run the show. Not tonight. Not ever. Holding me tighter in his grip, his fingers wet against my thighs, he eats me with a greedy, unrelenting pace. Licking me in my tight hole, along my slit, against my folds, around my clit. He hums, satisfied with all he's tasting and yet voraciously hungry for more.

My head falls slack, and I try to hold still as he focuses his tongue on the sensitive part he's now sucking straight between his lips.

"Ah!" I gasp, ripping at his hair. He grunts as I bury him tighter between my legs. His fingers thrust in and out of me with short, shallow strokes. Enough to drive me crazy. "More," I beg. "Deeper. I need it deeper."

He cups my breast again and then smacks it, making it jiggle and bounce. "Beg me," he demands, gripping the hell out of it.

"Please. Please. Please." I keep my hand in his hair, trying to wrench him in tighter. I'm so close. Doesn't he know how close I am?

"Please what?"

My eyes pinch tight. I can't. I can't. "Deeper. Harder. More."

My words spring him into action, and in my next heartbeat, he's moving me, his back now lengthwise on the couch and my body somehow over his. "Sit on my face. Take what you need from me because I need to taste you like this."

His hands squeeze and lift my ass, and then he moves me over his mouth, making me ride his face as his mouth ravages my pussy like it's the last thing he'll ever eat. I stare down at him from above, mesmerized by the sight.

His hand climbs up through the canal of my breasts and circles my neck. He gives it a squeeze for one deliciously long moment. Just long enough for me to gasp in both breathlessness and shock, and that's when I come. His possession is my trigger, and my pleasure spirals out of control, beating me with pounding, gorgeous waves of ecstasy as I fuck his face while he groans straight into me, fucking the air behind me.

"Mine," he whispers directly against my cunt. "Mine, mine, all fucking mine." He gives me another swirling, wet lick.

Oh god. I could come again just from him whispering that straight into me.

One finger rings my entrance, and I wiggle and shift, rising up onto my knees because I'm more than a little sensitive. That finger dips down and finds the tight ring of muscles at the back.

"Holy fuck!" I cry as he pushes straight in. My back arches before I fly forward over him and grip at the arm of the couch directly above his head. "Owen! Ah!"

He starts to pump, and I start to pant again, his eyes glued to the motion of his finger, his face dark with lust. "Christ, your ass is fucking tight." Each word is rough and jagged, almost like he's choking to get them out. "It's going to look so hot stretched around me when my cock fucks it."

I gasp as his tongue starts to play with my clit again, his finger continuing to pump in and out of my ass, and it leaves me winded.

"But right now, Estlin, I'm going to fuck your tits." His bossy dominance takes over everything, and I find myself nodding. Wanting that. He flips me onto my back, and suddenly he's over me, pressing my tits together and spitting between them. But it's not the spitting that has me moaning even though that's so fucking dirty and wrong, I can't help but love it. It's him shoving straight into me, wetting his cock with my pussy that's already come for him.

He pulls out, leaving me breathless and needy, and then he's forcing my tits together as hard as he can. His cocks slips through the tight fist he's made of them, and he groans like a man on the brink. He slides in and out, his grip constricting, his thumbs rubbing and pulling hard on my nipples.

He licks his lips. "Open your mouth, sweet thing, and taste my cock as I fuck your tits."

I do, licking the tip of his dick that's wet and tacky from being inside me. It makes my pussy convulse like the needy, desperate whore she is for him.

He fucks me, his eyes raw and just gone as he watches his cock slip in and out of my tits.

"I can't handle how fucking hot you look like this. You have the sexiest fucking tits."

And just when I think he's about to come all over them, he pulls out, readjusts himself, and slams straight into me, covering me with his body as he does.

I scream at the intrusion. At the rapid pace he immediately sets. At how good and deep it is from this angle.

Strong arms wrap around my back, hugging me against his chest, his sweaty forehead pressing to mine as he pumps in and out of me. With every thrust, the base of his cock presses against my clit. It's a lot. It's so much. He's all around me, his scent all I can smell, his heat all I can feel. He consumes me, swallowing my every breath while tasting like me.

"Mine," he whispers against my lip as he fucks me. "Get used to it. It's not about to change. You belong to me now."

He licks my lips and nibbles on my bottom one, his breathing growing choppier the closer he gets. One hand grabs my thigh on the narrow couch, hoisting it up and over his ass to deepen the angle. His eyes roll back, and he groans as he fucks deeper into me.

"God, Estlin, the way I need you. The way it feels when I'm inside you." He pushes in and up, hitting me exactly where I need him to. I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders, my orgasm right there, so close I can feel it tingling my skin and tightening my core. "This isn't stopping. It's only just fucking beginning."

And with that declaration, he unleashes himself. Hard. Punishing. Pounding. Skin slapping against skin, mixed with groans, grunts, and serrated cries. Sweat covers us both from head to toe as he grits his teeth and clenches his jaw. We nearly fall off the couch, his foot on the floor for leverage and to hold us in place.

It doesn't take me long. Just another couple of thrusts, and I come apart at the seams, my body rolling and my mind shattering. I test the sound barrier of his walls and sag into the leather that's now sticking to my skin.

A lazy laugh tickles my lips, my eyes closed, my breathing heavy.

With him on top of me, it's easy to focus solely on what he's saying and ignore everything else. And by everything else, I mean reality. The problem with reality? You can't hide from it forever.