He very slowly runs a finger along my pussy, and his eyes darken when he realizes I’m already wet for him. He teases me, running his fingers back and forth but not entering me. I try to move my hips, to urge him on, but his body keeps me from doing that. When I feel I can’t take anymore, I beg. “Please.”
He smiles down at me. A cocky smile, showing off his perfect white teeth and a dimple. “I told you I would have you begging.”
I whimper. He runs his thumb along my clit, and I let out a strangled breath as my pussy tightens. I need more. I didn’t think he would be the kind to draw sex out, but then again, he has liked to torture me since we met.
I gasp when one finger roughly enters my pussy. My breath catches in my throat, and I move to my tiptoes. “Good girl,” he says happily. “I like a woman who is responsive. A woman who isn’t afraid to let me know how she feels.”
He pulls it out and thrusts two this time. “God,” I say breathlessly.
His fingers move inside me. In and out. His thumb massaging my clit. His hand still around my neck. My mind starts to swirl, and my eyes get heavy. My breathing labored. My body tightens, and my hands come up and grip his shirt. I cling to him as he brings me to orgasm standing up against his wall with just his powerful fingers. A rush of warmth runs up my spine, and my breath is taken away. I am lost to the feeling of him overpowering my body, and for that very second, nothing else matters but what my body is feeling.
When he releases my neck, my body starts to fall. I realize he had been holding me up. He bends down and picks me up. I moan as it stretches out my tight muscles. God, it had been so long since I got off by a man. It was rare when Robert and I had sex. And this man just got me off with his fingers.
He walks me into his bedroom and lays me on the bed. He hovers over me. I look up into his eyes; they don’t look as hard as they were before, but now, they look torn. Between what, I don’t know. He goes to walk away, and I reach out and grab his shirt, pulling him back.
His hands land on my face, and I lick my lips. I realize that he hasn’t even kissed me yet. I want him to kiss me. I want him to touch me again. I sit up onto my knees. I place my hands on the hem of his shirt and pull it up and over his head. I flatten my hands on his chest. More black ink and I see a circular scar, and I feel my chest tighten. His bullet wound. I run my fingers over it, and he stiffens. I look up at him as I lean in and softly kiss it. His chest rumbles as he lets out a deep growl.
“Skye, I …”
“Shh,” I say, pulling away and looking up at him. “I want you,” I say as I go for his belt. I undo it and then his pants. I unzip his zipper and smile when I see how hard he is. He’s not wearing anything under his jeans. I pull him out, and my mouth instantly starts to water. He’s pierced. Oh, good God. He has a Prince Albert. I’ve never been with someone pierced. But now, all I can think about is what that will feel like inside me.
I look up at him. “Now, who is the one unsure?” I ask with a cocky smile of my own.
His hands tangle in my hair the next second. He jerks my head back, and my eyes fall shut at the feel of him. The power he has. I could live as his personal slave, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. My body breaks out in goose bumps, and I start to pant like a bitch in heat.
“Look at me,” he growls.
I open my heavy eyes and lick my lips. Why hasn’t he kissed me? His eyes look down at mine. “If I fuck you, you’re mine,” he states.
His? I’ve never belonged to someone before. “Yours,” I agree breathlessly. I’ll be yours for as long as I have left.
“Do you understand what that means?” he demands. His hands grip my hair tighter, and I whimper.
“That you’re gonna fuck me whenever you want, however you want?” I ask hopefully.
He smiles. “I like the way you think.”
“Then make me yours,” I say, feeling my body still shake from the hallway.
He looks at me as if he’s trying to decide if he wants to make me his. As if I’m this charity case he may regret tomorrow. Life is full of regrets. Look at Tiffany. She lived, she was free, and it killed her. Doesn’t matter how you live your life, it can end tomorrow. And if I were to die in my sleep tonight, I want this man to be the last thing I do.
“Brecken …”
“Tell me again.” He lowers his lips to mine. Almost touching but, like earlier, he’s playing with me. Teasing me.
“Make me yours. Please …”
He slams his lips to mine, and there’s no tenderness to it. His hands fist in my hair and his lips on mine. He controls my head as I kiss him back just as fiercely. His tongue twists with mine, and he takes my breath away at how much rawness is there. How possessive he is. I have never been a woman who wanted to be owned. I’ve never had anyone but Tiffany there for me. To care for me. Even the guys I dated didn’t kiss me like this. Treat me as if I’m theirs. Brecken makes me feel that with just a kiss. Just his lips. What will his body do to me? My scalp starts to sting, and I gasp into his mouth when he nibbles on my lip before he goes back to kissing me deeply.
His lips still on mine, he pushes me backward. My back hits the bed, and he crawls on top of me. When he pulls away, I’m breathless. My lips swollen, my chest heaves as I suck in breath after breath. He places little kisses down my neck. Over my chest. He keeps going lower and lower, and then I look up to see he’s on his knees beside the bed. He grabs my ankles and yanks me so my ass hangs off the side of the bed. He then throws my legs over his shoulders. I arch my back when his tongue licks my most sensitive part. “Brecken.” I cry out when he fucks my pussy with his tongue the way he did my mouth.
My hips buck and my hands dig into his hair. My legs keep him captive as if he is going to stop at any moment, but he doesn’t. The room spins. My breath catches. My muscles tighten, and I arch my back as a cry is ripped from my lips. And just like in the hallway, that familiar feeling comes again. God, I’ve never come twice in one night before with a man. I don’t want it to stop.
When he pulls away, I’m another shaking mess. He rips open a drawer to his nightstand, pulls out a condom, and rolls it on. Then he’s crawling on top of me. I frown at the fact he’s wearing one. I wanna know what that piercing feels like. But I keep my mouth shut. At least one of us is being smart.
His hands land on my hips, and he flips me over. I suck in a breath as he lifts my ass up in the air. I should be nervous because the lights are on, but I’m not. I want this man to fucking own me. Show me what I’ve been doing wrong. Punish me. Make me forget every bad thing that has ever happened in my life and the things to come. Take the pain away.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BRECKEN
I can’t think of anything but her. I can’t smell anything but her. And I can’t taste anything but her. She is consuming. She is addictive. She is exactly what I needed when I got home after fighting with Case. Now that he’s married, he’s gonna be back at work and drive me fucking nuts. Always breathing down my neck. If I’m lucky, Taylor will get knocked up soon, and he will take time off for that as well.
Skye lets out a moan as she pushes her wet pussy against my hard dick. She wants it. She’s ready and so am I. I take my achingly hard cock in my hand and push it forward into her, stretching her. She gasps as she sucks me in as if I belong there. My breath catches, and she cries out as I spread her already sensitive pussy.
“Fuck.” I moan. She feels so fucking good.
She whimpers as I start to move. Slow at first—just in and out with long, slow strokes, allowing her to accommodate my size. She shifts on her knees as she buries her face into the comforter. Her hands fist the sheets as she makes muffled noises and incomplete sentences as she rocks back and forth against me.
I tried to talk myself out of this, but I failed. The way she looked up at me. The way she didn’t try to free her neck from my hand in the hallway. It turned me on and made me hard as a rock. Not to mention the fact she wore only a towel. I couldn’t hold on to it anymore. I w
anted her. Needed her. And she allowed me to. She gave me permission when I was hoping she would push me away.
She lifts her head off the bed and sighs my name. “Brecken.”
I lean over her back and tangle a hand in her hair. I pull her head back even more. “What, baby?” I ask before pressing my lips to hers. Needing to feel them against mine. When I pull away, she’s breathing heavy, and her heavy eyes open slowly to meet mine. This is the first time I’ve seen her so … undone. She doesn’t look mad. She doesn’t look like she wants to slap me or kick me in the balls. She looks high. As if I’m her own personal drug. As if I have the power to make her forget all the bad, and it makes me feel good. Makes me feel high.
I use my knees to push her legs farther apart. She whimpers and they try to push against mine, but she can’t. She’s already exhausted, and her body is mine to control. So I do just that.
I let go of her hair, and her head falls back to the comforter. I grab her hips, and I fuck her as hard as I can. I fuck her as I take out all of my frustration on her. This woman has been driving me fucking crazy. The way she does whatever she wants, whenever she wants. Well, I’m making her mine, and she’s going to realize that being mine isn’t as easy as it sounds.
Our bodies slap and sweat beads on my chest as she cries out again and again. Her pussy tightens, and her body shakes as she rides out another orgasm. The way her tight pussy grips my cock drives me to find my own release.
I let go of her hips and see the prints from my fingers. I smile. I was here. Fuck right, I was. And I plan to be there again. Every fucking day.
I get up off the bed and make my way to the bathroom. I remove the condom and throw it in the trash. I grab a towel and wet it under the sink before I walk back in there. She’s still lying on her stomach, her knees down but legs still spread.
“Lift up,” I demand, placing my hands between her legs. She does as I say, but she pulls away as I go to wipe her pussy. I know she’s sensitive. So I place the washcloth on the nightstand and walk back into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and step in.
I reach up and rub my cheek remembering that she slapped me. I smile. It turned me on. I’m the kind of a guy who likes it a little rough. I don’t normally lay my hands on a woman, but if one likes to be slapped during sex, then I’ll do it. I’m all about choking. Spanking. Whatever a woman wants, I’ll try. And nothing is sexier than a woman who knows what she wants.
I turn around putting my back to the showerhead and let the water run down over me. I feel so much better after my fight with Case. To me, nothing is better than sex. It has the power to make any bad day good.
I open my eyes when I hear the shower door open. “I thought you were going to go to sleep,” I say as Skye enters the shower. She gives me a shy smile as she nibbles on her bottom lip.
“I napped earlier,” she admits, and I smile.
I reach out, grab her hand, and yank her to me. The front of her body slams against mine, and I place my hands on either side of her face as I tilt it up to look down into her eyes. “Are you going to be shy now?” I ask.
She shakes her head slowly. “No. I’m just a little worn out,” she admits.
“You’re welcome,” I say.
She reaches up and playfully slaps me on the chest. But I lean down and capture her lips with mine. She opens up for me without a thought, and I kiss her deeply. My hands on her face, my tongue in her mouth. Her moans and whimpers fuel me to be more aggressive. She likes it. And I like the fact that she wants it. I jump when I feel her hand wrap around my growing cock. I pull away sucking in a deep breath. I look down to her hand as she slowly strokes me. As she reaches the head, her thumb runs over my piercing and my cock jerks.
“Ready to go again already?” I ask her. I could sure as hell press her up against this shower wall and fuck her again. Hell, I’ll lean her over the countertop to go again.
She laughs. “I think my pussy has had enough for the day.”
I reach up and tangle my hair in hair. Her lips part and she hisses in a breath, but her hand doesn’t stop stroking me. “I doubt that,” I say, pushing my lips down to hers. I kiss her again, not able to get enough of her. I can still taste her from when she came on my tongue earlier, and I want to make her do it again. I wanna hear her moan my name. I wanna see her nipples harden and hear her gasp as she closes her eyes and lets go.
She pulls away, and I let go of her. She looks up at me and then her hands are on my chest. She shoves me back, and I let her. She wants to take control? I can go with that. I’d like to see what she can do.
“Shit!” I hiss when she drops to her knees. The water isn’t even touching us anymore, but I know the water will be cold soon, but I couldn’t care less. Right now, all I can think of is …
“What’s wrong?” she asks as she looks up at me.
“Nothing,” I say with a smirk. I reach down and push the wet strands from her face.
“Then why are you looking at me like that?” Her voice holds concern, and I frown.
“Like what?”
She gives me a nervous smile. “Like you’re confused. Like you don’t want to—”
“Oh, that is not even close to what I was thinking,” I interrupt her. I take my hard cock in my free hand and stroke it. “I was thinking how good it’s gonna be to fuck your mouth.” Her eyes widen at my words and her cheeks turn red. She’s so innocent. Has she never fucked a real man? “How good it’s gonna feel when you moan around my cock.” She looks away. But with my hand on the side of her face, I bring it back to look up at me. “I’m not gonna be gentle,” I warn her.
I watch her body physically shake at my words. “I know,” she whispers.
I smile and start to pull her face toward me. “Enough talking,” I say as she opens her lips and I guide myself into her mouth. She’s slow, unsure of what to do, and I have a feeling it has to do with my piercing. I push my hips forward, and she gags before she pulls away.
I shake my head. “I warned you,” I say as I grab her hair with both my hands. She opens her mouth to speak, but I don’t give her the chance. “You’re on your knees, and my cock is hard. It’s time to fuck,” I state, and her chest rises and falls quickly as she breathes heavily. I bet that if I wrapped my hand around her throat, I would be able to feel her pulse beat wildly.
I pull her forward, and she takes me in again. I feel the back of her throat, and this time, when she gags, I let out a moan of my own but don’t let her pull away. Her head fights me as I pull out and thrust forward. Every time giving her a little more of me. Her mouth wide open and her head tilted back as I hold her hair.
I thrust forward, and she gags. I smile as I look down at her, and see her eyes closed. “Look at me,” I growl, thrusting forward.
She opens them up, and I stare down at them. “That’s a good girl,” I say as I thrust forward again. She still feels stiff, and I slow down just a little bit. “Open up for me, baby. Let me take control of that pretty little mouth of yours,” I say softly.
She tilts her head back a little bit more, and this time, when I thrust forward, I go a little deeper. “That’s it,” I say as I watch my cock go in and out of her lips. It’s just as gorgeous as I imagined it would be. Her on her knees as she takes it.
I hit the back of her throat, and she moans around my cock. I like the way it felt, so I do it again. And then again. Before I realize it, my hands are digging into her scalp, and I’m fucking her as rough as I was her pussy earlier. Tears run down her face, and I can’t help but have my way with her. Fucking own her just like she wants. Just like I want.
I hold her in place as I fuck her mouth. Her nails dig into my skin while moaning and the occasional gag. But I don’t give up. I don’t stop. Her mouth feels too good. And the best thing about a mouth is that you don’t have to use a condom. I fucking hate those things. But right now, it’s just her hot mouth and my hard cock.
SKYE
We finally made it out of the house a few hours later
. And if I were being honest, I would say that all I wanted to do was go to bed. I had felt good after that two-hour nap, but now, I’m exhausted. I guess that’s what happens after you have sex with a god. Anyway, after I finished down on my knees, we took a cold shower. Then he got ready. I threw on a pair of his shorts and a t-shirt. Then we left to go to his rental house where I was staying. He went inside with me and started grabbing handfuls of my clothes. I was confused, but he said, “You’re gonna stay with me.” I didn’t argue. After the phone call I had gotten, and well, the way he used my body, who would say no to that?
He was gonna help me find Tiffany’s killer while keeping me sexually satisfied at the same time. Only an idiot would turn that down. So I changed into some of my clothes, and we left.
Now, we’re driving to I don’t know where. He’s been on his phone most of the time with Jet. And now, he’s talking to Miller. I don’t understand half the stuff they are saying. I just know that Case and Brecken must have gotten into a fight when he left to go up to the club. I wanted to ask him, but I don’t really feel it’s my place. Plus, I can’t really ask him to open up to me when I can’t open up to him.
I look down at my phone that sits on my lap. It’s still off. And to be honest, that’s how I want it to stay. I don’t have time to deal with my past when I’m trying to find Tiffany’s killer.
I look up when he pulls into a shopping center, and I frown when he parks. “Okay,” he says to his phone. “I gotta go. I’ll see you later tonight at the club.” He hangs up and opens his door. “Let’s go,” he says as he gets out.
I get out and follow him. “What are we doing here?” I ask.
“You need a new number,” he says not turning around to face me.
I come to a stop. Do I want to change my number? What happens if my past tries to call me again? What will he do when he can’t get a hold of me?
“What’s wrong?”
I look up to see Brecken standing in front of the cellular store, holding the door open. Should I tell him? Should I give him a heads-up that not only is he looking for Tiffany’s killer, but now, a madman is after me as well? “Nothing,” I decide to say as I shake my head. “Nothing at all.”
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