“That was interesting. He’s just as warm and friendly as you described.” Nicholas gave me an I told you so glance that further pissed me off.
“Shut up. Obviously, he’s not happy with you being here.”
“I couldn’t tell.” He continued eating his pasta while giving me a self-satisfied grin.
By the time I entered the room, my nerves had settled low in my belly. Devlin sat with his back to the headboard. I silently moved through the room and then took a quick shower before joining him. He’d avoided looking at me, pretending to watch the news on the television screen. As I stripped off my robe, interest sparked in his eyes despite his anger.
I climbed onto the bed and straddled him. He didn’t move a muscle and turned his head when I tried to kiss him. I moved my lips down his neck, nipping at his collarbone then swirling my tongue around his nipple. As much as he wanted to seem disconnected, his hardened cock gave him away. It was firmly nudged in between the lips of my pussy. The soft, warm skin of his hard cock made my clit throb. I rocked my hips, causing his erection to slide back and forth along my wet slit. I held him in my hand and guided him to my entrance then lowered myself.
He bit his lip and fought to keep from closing his eyes. I swayed over him in quick, jerking movements. At one point, he threw his head back, shut his eyes, and fisted the sheets. I rode him until the muscles in my thighs ached, but my body refused to stop—refused to be denied the satisfaction his cock guaranteed. My nipples beaded up, sweat misted on my skin as they rubbed against him. Every heated touch of my skin against his caused ripples of pleasure to race up and down my spine then spark off in my clit.
The pressure built inside of me was a beautiful agony that made my need so extreme it hurt in the best kind of way. I was on the verge of rapture—felt my muscles locking up, the beginning flickers of release taking control of my body. I cupped Devlin’s face in my hand, leaned my forehead against his, and forced him to look into my eyes.
“I’m going to come so hard.” My words came out on a whimper of surrender.
“Do it,” he challenged me. “Then I’m going to fuck you until you come harder.”
“Ahh!” I came on a sharp cry, spurred on by his illicit promise, my fingers digging into his shoulder, head thrown back as he caught my nipple in his mouth and bit it aggressively. His wet tongue flicked the sensitive bud, dragging my climax on longer than I thought possible. I rested my head on his shoulder as muscle spasms wracked my body. Before I could gain my senses, Devlin threw me on my back, gazed down at me with pent-up need dancing in his eyes, and smiled wickedly.
I braced myself, my hands gripping the sheets and my feet digging into the mattress. His first thrust was long and deep, causing my back to bow off the bed. He braced himself with one hand on the mattress next to my head and the other pressed against my neck.
“You think you can make everything better by sitting on my cock?”
I tried to shake my head, but his hold was too tight.
“You think you can have anything you want from me, even allowing a man who used to fuck you sleep in my house.”
“We didn’t…” His grip tightened at my neck. My lie got stuck in my throat when I saw the look Devlin gave me—challenging me to lie to him.
He was deathly still, and it felt weird talking about my sex life with Nicholas with Devlin buried eight inches deep in me. He was so hard I felt the throb of his need from within.
I shuffled up the mattress, knowing he was locking me in to use as he wanted—teach me a lesson. He shook his head at my attempt to escape, shifted up, and followed the first thrust with a deeper, stronger one that elicited a sharp cry from deep in my chest.
“If he stays, he can hear me own this pussy each night. If I see you try to hold back your shouts again, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk and your voice is gone.”
He released his hold on my neck and bit down on the soft flesh there. I yelped.
Then he fucked me. Really fucked me.
Every thrust that followed was different. Deep, shallow, soft, hard. I didn’t know which angle he was coming at me from, and it left me bewildered and on the verge of another earth shattering climax.
Devlin’s eyes were shut, his face twisted with ragged emotion. He hovered over me, an intense mass of strained muscles and resentful emotions. I knew he loved me, but I also knew he hated that he did. He hated having to compromise for me. To him it was like handing over his power, his masculinity.
Finally, it all became too much for him. He pressed his head into the crook of my neck, his hips thrusting erratically as he chased his release.
His grunts fueled the want in me. His cock incited the need in me. I held him tightly, one hand on his back, the other running through his unruly waves of hair.