Get Off on the Pain(62)

I swallow hard and shake my head.

“Do. You. Understand. Me?”

He bites his bottom lip and lets out a frustrated breath when I don’t answer him. “Dammit, Lyric. I shouldn’t have come here.”

He gets ready to walk away but I stop him. “No.” I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back toward me. “Let me take care of you, Memphis. Please,” I whisper.

He looks into my eyes for a long moment before pulling his shirt off and tossing it beside my bed.

I can’t help but to cringe when I notice the bruises that are forming on his ribcage. There’s some on both, but mainly on the right one. He stands with his fists clenched at his sides as I run my fingers over his bruises before kneeling in front of him to kiss them.

I feel his fingers wrap into the back of my hair and I let out a small breath, unable to contain the rush that it gives me. I find my hands trailing up his chest as I lower myself even more and press my lips against the bulge in his jeans.

“You don’t have to do this,” he whispers. “It’s not safe for you to want me this way.”

This isn’t what I had in mind when I said I wanted to take care of him, but I can’t help but to want to kiss every inch of his body and make him feel better. Seeing him this way only makes it clear to me that I’ll do anything to make this man feel good. He deserves so much more than he thinks. I just wish he could see that.

“I’m not scared of my feelings for you,” I whisper as I reach up to undo his jeans. “What I’m scared of is not being close to you.”

I look up and our eyes meet right before I tug his jeans down his legs. His eyes are filled with something I’ve never seen before: hope. He looks at me with concentration, never taking his eyes away from me as I pull his boxer briefs down, letting his cock spring free.

It’s so fucking beautiful. Everything on this man’s body is so damn beautiful that it leaves me utterly speechless.

Swirling my tongue around his dick, I take him in my mouth, feeling him yank on my hair as he moans out loud. This only makes me want him more, so I take him deeper and deeper until he’s hitting the back of my throat.

I expect him to be rough with me, but am surprised when he caresses my cheek with one hand while holding onto my hair with the other.

“That’s it, baby.” He thrusts into my mouth a few times, growling out, before tilting my chin up so that our eyes meet again. “Fuck me, I need to be inside you.”

He pulls me up to my feet and places both hands on my face, cupping it. He stands like this for a minute with his jaw flexing, before he picks me up and slams his lips against mine, us both falling back on the bed.

I am so lost in the moment that I don’t even realize he’s undressing me until we’re both naked and I feel him pressing at my entrance.

“You’re so damn beautiful to me,” I whisper. “Everything about you, Memphis. I promise you that.”

He shakes his head and begins to back away. “No, I’m not.” His nostrils flare as he runs a hand through his messy hair. “I’ve made mistakes, a lot of fucking mistakes, and I can’t take any of them back. Most of those mistakes make it hard to look in the mirror.”

I wrap my arm around his neck and pull him back down to me. I look into his eyes so he can see the truth in them. I want him to know that I mean this. “Everyone makes mistakes. It’s not about the mistakes that you’ve made. It’s about what you do to make sure those mistakes never happen again. What’s important is that you learned from them and have decided to change it before moving forward.”

I tilt my head up to kiss his chin. “We’re only human, Memphis. You’re human I’ve made mistakes that I’m not proud of as well. I thought my father was the only one making mistakes, but if I was any better than him I would have stopped him from making those mistakes when I had the chance.”

I lick my lips and push back my emotions. “I’m no different than you are. You think you’re no good for me . . . but I think you’re just what I need.”

He grips the back of my neck and forces me to look into his eyes as he thrusts himself inside of me, causing me to unconsciously hold my breath.

Pushing me up toward the headboard, he pulls out before slowly pushing back into me, running his lips up my neck while moaning. “I can’t stop thinking about being inside you, Lyric.” He pulls out before slowly thrusting back in. “I know I shouldn’t have you, but the thought of anyone else being inside you kills me.”

His words cause my heart to fucking explode. Grabbing his face, I force him to look at me. “I don’t want anyone else inside me. Only you . . .”