by Belle Aurora
And the asshole grinned triumphantly.
So I did something I never would have done six years ago.
Ready or not.
I took control.
Here I come.
My heavy gaze landed on the full bottom lip of his and my heart thumped. He wasn’t prepared for when I leaned in close and gently touched my tongue to that lip, running across it leisurely. Torturously slow. And when his arms snaked around me in an attempt to regain power, holding me captive, I internally smirked.
Who’s in control now, bish?
My victory, however, was short-lived.
His mouth parted on a groan. I slid my tongue in, and his lips closed around it, sucking lightly, moaning into my open mouth, and I fucking died, returning his needy sounds and pushing myself harder onto his hard length. He liked that. I know he did because he growled, and as his hips bucked into me, I saw stars, panting like a bitch in heat.
Twitch sucked a little harder, reaching up with one hand to wrap my hair around his wrist, and when he tugged my head to the side, I gasped at the mixture of pleasure and pain pulsing through my veins. He took advantage, dipping into me, suckling me deeper into his mouth. Deep enough that our lips finally met in a slow, sensual kiss. And this man’s lips were everything I remembered them to be.
Whistling, cracking, exploding fireworks in a rainbow of colors.
TNT. Dangerous and unpredictable, and he held the fuse too close to my heart.
A goddamn atom bomb whose mushroom cloud would strip my flesh from my bones, leaving me bare, and open, and bleeding red.
And these types of explosions, I felt all over, in my mind, my heart, and my core, all at once, all equally affected.
And if I died then, I’d have died happy.
I wanted to reach up and run my hands through his hair, but I struggled to free myself. His arms left no give. My breathing intensified as I writhed against him. “Please.”
But Twitch tugged my hair, hard enough to pinch. “No.”
Secretly loving the throbbing sting at my scalp, my voice grew anxious. “I want to touch you.”
“No,” was his husky response, as he took my lips in a deep, punishing kiss and I drooped in his hold, exhaling into him.
I tried one last time, my voice soft and pleading. I spoke into our kiss, “Please, baby. Please.”
He growled low in his throat before his arms loosened around me. “Never could say no.” His eyes were low and glazed over, when he uttered, “Not when you beg so nicely.”
Yes!
My arms finally free, I wrapped one around his broad shoulders, and while the other gripped the back of his head and when his mouth clashed with mine, I made a longing sound low in my throat as my head swam. My nails dug into his scalp, and he hissed against my mouth. My eyes flashed before I smiled into his lips. I couldn’t help myself. Panting lightly, I gripped the longest part of his hair and pulled hard.
He winced and I straightened, towering over him, the tip of my nose gently touching his. I could barely keep a straight face when I muttered, “Gratitude displayed. Now thank me, honey.”
I was so lost in the feel of him that I didn’t see it coming,
Thwack.
My eyes widened, my body jolted in surprise, and I shoved at his shoulders. “Ow.”
“You wanna be a smartass? I’ll make your ass smart.” He ran his hand softly over the throbbing handprint at my ass, and when my face bunched in irritation, his eyes laughed, and he all but whispered, “Thank you, baby.”
Oh, Lord.
If I thought I loved this man before, I fucking worshipped him now.
His eyes scanned the deserted beach and he kept his voice low. “You wanna fuck here, or take it home?”
Umm. I had the choice?
Okay.
That was different.
My eyes softened as I placed my hands to his shoulders, lightly scratching his expensive suit jacket with my nails. “Home,” because, “I have sand in my butt.” I ended on a hush.
When his entire body shook with silent laughter, I smiled warmly down at him, and when he peered up at me, his eyes full of mirth, my heart ached wildly.
It didn’t make sense.
How could you possibly miss someone you had your arms wrapped around?
It was ludicrous.
Without warning, I leaned in and put my mouth to his. Reaching under my skirt, he ran his hands up the backs of my thighs before resting them on the full curve of my ass, and when I sighed into his mouth, he slapped my bottom lightly and growled low in his throat. “Let’s go.”
The second we made it into the dark, still house, the tall man at my back reached out for me, pulling me into his front, and my arm came up behind us to gently stroke his hair. He put his lips to the shell of my ear and spoke low. “Need you to be quiet for me.”
My stomach churned in anticipation. I nodded, and when he put his mouth to my neck, I worked hard to silence the low moan that wished to escape.
With my hand in his hair, I breathed out a short exhale, and as one arm circled my waist tightly, the other reached under the hem of my skirt to rest on my mound. I bit my lip to stop the gasp bubbling up my throat. He rubbed me meticulously till my legs shook, and just when I thought I’d fail in my mission, he stilled his fingers, cupping me gently, tenderly.
His whispered, “Good girl,” was all the reward I needed.
It wasn’t like I had a choice. Our son was down the hall, at the opposite end of the house, as was Molly, and I didn’t want either of them to hear, or worse, come and explore.
He guided me into my room and softly shut the door behind us. The moment we were alone in the moonlit space, it was on. His voice quiet but hard, he commanded, “Undress me.”
Oh, yas!
I slowly turned and found myself closer than expected. With no time to waste, I got to work, running my hands up his chest to his shoulders then pushing the tailored jacket off him before gently resting it on my dresser. The silk tie came next. I loosened it, leaving it draped over his shoulders. My nimble fingers undid the buttons on his shirt, one by one, slowly until his strong inked chest was bared. He held up his wrist and I worked on one cufflink, moving to the other before they joined the jacket on the dresser. And when I reached his pants, I gave the black leather belt a strong tug, forcing a huff from the man I would give everything to if he so desired it. Without a word, I kept my eyes on his hooded gaze, and I popped the top button of his slacks and gently lowered the zipper. But as I moved to reach into the opening, he snatched my wrist, first bruising then running a thumb over my pulse lovingly.
The words he spoke were hardly a request. “Get naked.”
My insides clenched.
Yes, sir.
Kicking my heels off, I reached for the hem of my dress and lifted it over my head. I held my arm out, dropping it into a heap at my side, and when I reached behind me, to unhook my bra, his eyes surveyed me hungrily. When the hook came free, I held the cups of the satin bra to me a moment before letting the straps fall down my arms, to the floor, leaving my full breasts bared.
Twitch’s nostrils flared like a bull ready to charge.
And, oh. I liked that.
Just when I made to lower my panties, he made a noise in his throat, and as my confused gaze met his, he shook his head. “Leave ‘em on.”
My confused gaze deepened, and his eyes dared me to protest.
I knew how this worked. This wasn’t my first rodeo.
Removing my hands from my waist, I held them by my sides and waited for his instruction. And when he noticed this, his eyes flashed with unbidden pleasure.
He ran a gentle, loving hand down my side, and muttered, “Perfect.” A moment later, the darkness in his eyes returned as he looked me in the eye, and stated, “I’m going to let you ride me tonight, and you’re gonna make it good, but I swear to God, baby, you make a fucking sound, one fucking sound, and you will not come. Do you understand me?”
My lips pulle
d down into a frown, but I took in a deep breath, straightened, and then nodded in response. And he was pleased.
“Good.” With a slow movement, he reached up to his tie and tugged on it, holding it. “Your hands.”
My internal frown quickly waned as I held out my hands to him and watched him deftly wrap the length of the silken material around my wrists, pulling it tight enough to cut off my circulation. Watching me all the while, I swore he could see the way my heart leapt into my throat as he tied it off, holding both my small hands in one of his.
He pulled me toward the foot of the bed, and as he sat, spreading his legs wide, settling himself on the edge, he reached into his boxers and pulled himself free, gripping himself tightly and working his erection up and down, completely unhurried.
And I swallowed hard to stop myself from drooling.
“Climb on.”
I didn’t dare make a sound, but my heart was beating so hard I wondered if he could hear it as loudly as I could. Stepping closer, I put one knee to the space between his legs, using the leverage to lift myself as gracefully as possible to straddled him. The way his legs were positioned made me have to spread my legs in a rather unladylike manner, and he knew this.
He wanted this.
He enjoyed making me uncomfortable.
Twitch was my cult leader. I was his whore. And I liked his lessons, the ones where he taught me that uncomfortable could be a wondrous thing. I was his fearless student, so eager to learn. So eager to please.
Looking me in the eye, he searched my face a second before he reclined marginally, and ordered, “Get to work.”
I shuffled forward until the most desperate parts of us met, and although my panties were an inconvenience, they didn’t stop me from feeling his throbbing heat. As I ground against him with my bound hands in front of me, obediently, I watched his face change. He fought himself, and every time he did, the power I felt inside me grew a notch.
Without meaning to, with every harsh breath, with every mar of his brow, he made me a dangerous woman.
I worked him slowly but firmly, rocking against him until I thought I might come. My face bunched, and when I accidentally released a small whine, my eyes snapped open and I bit my lip.
His hard eyes on me, he put his hand to my collarbone, resting his hand uncomfortably close to my neck. “I must’ve been hearing things.” He watched me, his gaze unwavering. “You say something?”
I shook my head and, taking in a shuddering breath, licked my lips.
The hand at my collarbone loosened and he stroked the side of my neck with his thumb. “I thought not.”
Without warning, he reached under me and tugged my panties to the side. Holding his cock in his hands, he ran the head of him across my slit, gliding through the silky wetness there, and my breathing quickened. He spread my ass cheeks, the head of him slipping inside me easily.
My breath caught, and I wanted to moan so badly that I bit my tongue hard enough to bleed. I wasn’t stupid enough to believe he’d give me a second chance. He was being extremely generous by letting the first one slide. Another fuck up and I wouldn’t come. And that would be tragic.
Twitch closed his eyes, looking pained, then groaned out quietly, “Fuck.”
Suddenly high on the feeling of our sex, Twitch lifted my bound hands up over his head, lowering them onto his shoulders, and as he gripped my hip with his free hand, he growled, “Eyes on me.”
The hand at my neck tightened. My eyes widened only momentarily before he thrust into me, pulling me down into him as he drove into me mercilessly. And when my eyes began to droop, a light slap to my jaw had me focusing on him. He shook his head, gritting his teeth as I bounced on him. “I said eyes on me.”
He fucked me ruthlessly, the hand at my neck beginning to constrict my breathing. Not enough to choke me, but just enough to make me uncomfortable. And when I felt myself losing the battle for composure, the hand at my neck came up to grip my chin. Leaning in, he pressed his face to my cheek and talked dirty.
The filthy whispered words were all I could bear. “That pretty pussy got me close, baby. She’s beggin’ for it,” he panted lightly, holding my hips down as he drove into me over and over again. “She’s hungry. Wants to be fed. And when I finally feed the cunt, she’s gonna suck it all up like she’s dying of hunger and I’m the only thing she can stomach.” His black gaze met mine, gripping my chin tightly before pressing his firm lips to my lax ones, stealing a kiss. “Because I am.”
The confidence in his tone indicated he spoke no lies.
And with those words, I was shot.
He pulled my trigger. And I tipped my head back, my mouth rounding, and expired.
My body constricted so severely I shook from head to toe, and when the first spasm took me, I gasped out loud, no longer able to keep my promise of silence. My arms tightened around his neck, and as I rode out my orgasm, Twitch rode me. Hard. His hands on my hips, he pulled me down on his cock repeatedly, the wet squelching sounding too loud in the otherwise silent room. As he used my body as his own personal pleasure device, I watched as the vein in his temple bulged when he brought me down, again and again, my tits firmly pressed into his chest.
Feeling his release nearing, my lips parted, and I whispered, “Give it to me.”
His face screwed up and the hands at my hips dug into my skin so hard I knew my skin was marked.
Leaning in, I spoke against his lips. “Feed her.”
His head fell back a moment before he put his forehead to mine, his eyes raging. “You want it?”
“I want it,” I huffed.
He gritted his teeth, slowing his thrusts. “You need it?”
Was he crazy?
Did I need it?
Fuck, yes, I needed it.
Panting lightly, I responded in the only way I could. My face soft, I breathed the words into him. “I love you.”
And that was that.
Twitch put his hand to the back of my head and pulled me impossibly close, slamming his mouth to mine. I kissed him fanatically as he grunted into my mouth, his cock jerking, and I felt him spill himself inside of me.
Minutes passed and his hard touch gentled, stroking me everywhere he could reach, and when he lifted his heavy gaze from my shoulder, he brought my hands down between us, loosening them from the tight bindings. The moment they were free, he took my wrists in his hands and stroked them tenderly with his thumbs before taking my left hand and bringing it to his mouth.
When he closed his eyes, I put my hand to his chest, feeling the steady thumping of his heart, and the words he spoke made my heart respond in kind. “Far as everyone else is concerned—” He pressed another kiss to my hand. “—there may as well be a ring on this finger.” He watched for my reaction, and when he didn’t get one, he prompted, “You feel me?”
My heart both warmed and ached instantaneously, but I trusted my gut, when I whispered, “I feel you.”
I didn’t realize he was apprehensive until he released a long breath, replying on an exhale, “Good.” His gaze fell to my lips. “Now kiss me, baby.”
So I did. I kissed him long and hard, my tongue sweeping out to meet his, and he held me to him almost as if he was as frightened of losing me as I was him.
Our love was insane. Like smiling into the face of a firing squad.
God.
Why were we like this?
The answer soon revealed itself.
Because living without each other was not a life worth living.
Yes, we were crazy. And that was okay.
He would be my remedy. I would be his therapy.
Because we were crazy in love.
Chapter
Twenty-Nine
Lexi
The next morning, when the little monster barged into my room and found his father in my bed, he growled, “You had another sleepover?”
My laughter shook the bed, and when the man at my back snuffled out a laugh into my hair, I snorted.
Thi
s child. I couldn’t even deal.
It was too early for this.
I lifted my head and yawned. “Morning, sweetie.”
He stood at the foot of the bed, looking mad as a bag of cats at a greyhound meet, and when he folded his arms across his chest, my eyes widened. He muttered, “It’s not fair. How come Daddy gets to sleep in here? Why can’t he sleep with me?”
To that, his daddy responded a sleep rough, “You wanna sleepover, little dude? All right then.” The arm he had around me tightened as he stretched. “How about you come sleep at my place tonight and we’ll do...” he grumbled, half asleep. “I don’t know. Manly shit.”
A.J.’s face turned shocked then morphed into disbelief before settling on pure excitement. He put his arms up in the air, and yelled out, “Yes!” before hightailing it out of the room, running down the hall, and—if I wasn’t mistaken—he was already in his room packing a bag.
I spoke into the silent room. “What about Mommy? Is she invited to the manly sleepover?”
Twitch reached up under the covers and squeezed my breast. “Nope. Sorry, Mommy. Only boys allowed.”
I feigned upset. “Oh, no, whatever shall I do?”
He moved my hair to the side, pressing a long kiss to my neck. “Keep backin’ that ass up and I’mma fuck you into next week.”
Jesus.
The dirty talk never failed to excite me. And when I accidentally—on purpose—pressed my ass back into his morning wood, he hissed out, “Jesus. You don’t know when to quit, baby.” He made a growling sound deep in his chest, before he warned, “Stop.”
I pouted. “Okay.” Reaching for my robe, I slipped it over my naked body, tying it around my waist before picking up Twitch’s boxers and putting them within arm’s reach. He watched me pick clean underwear, and when I looked through my closet, pulling out a plain black dress, he made a noise.
Twisting back, I blinked. “You don’t like it?”
He made a face that said he did not.
Why did that matter to me?
I put the dress back, and when I pulled out a tan-colored, knee-length dress with a pencil skirt, he pursed his lips in approval.
