Mayhem (Deathstalkers MC #5)(50)

I do as he says and the bed dips as his legs frame mine, his body casting a shadow over me. Kisses rain down on my neck and I arch from the pull it causes throughout the rest of my body. His hand cups my breast rolling the nipple between his fingers as I groan from his touch. Another hand slides down my stomach, slowly making its way to the place that's screaming for him, and when he's finally there, stroking me lightly before his fingers dip into me, my hands fist the sheets beneath me.

"Don't hold anything in. I want to hear what I do to you."

His fingers start to speed up, his thumb slowly circling my clit.

It's not enough.

I need more.

I push myself into his hands, bucking my hips, my muscles tightening as his mouth closes over my nipple, and when he starts to run fast circles at my most sensitive point, I fall over the edge, screaming his name.

Over.

And over.

My breath is fast as I try to recover from the intense sensations still pulsating through me. Every part of my body is alive. Every nerve dances, every muscle twitches. When I open my eyes, I see only the top of Cutter's head, his face between my legs.

"You smell so damn good. I'm gonna bet you taste even better."

His tongue runs over me and my hips arch off the mattress. A rumble echoes through his chest, the vibration shooting through my core. With gentle pressure on the inside of my knees my hips fall open, exposing me completely to him, allowing his tongue to lave around the little bud of nerves again and again until I'm breathless. Strung out. Strong hands grip my hips, holding me down so I'm completely at his mercy, but the fear I expect doesn't arrive.

I'm safe with him.

He dips his tongue inside of me, the alternating blissful torture between that and my clit causing my muscles to contract as my body tightens. With each quickening, I feel myself building and as I tip over the edge, I yell out once more and feel him licking me through my orgasm.

When he sits up, his face is glistening. "Jesus, I could do that to you all goddamn day." He inches closer, his hands slowly rubbing my thighs. "As much as I want this to last, you gotta know I've wanted you since the day you walked into the club. I've been dreaming of taking you in my bed. Just know that you're mine and I'm never letting you go."

He leans down, kissing me, and I feel him at my opening. When he pushes into me I gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders. A bead of sweat runs down his bicep, his arms shaking either side of me, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain as he asks, "You okay?"



       
         
       
        

"I want this. I'm not scared. I know you wouldn't hurt me. I trust you."

He starts to move and at first it burns, then the burn turns into jolts of ecstasy as he moves inside of me. My nails dig into his skin.

"Fuck, you feel so good, babe." His voice warms my neck and I turn my head wanting to kiss him. I decide to try and be the girl that I want to be. I lift my hands placing them on the side of his face and bringing his lips to mine.

The build starts once more and as much as I want it, I don't know if I'll survive another. His slow movements, caressing me in a place that I haven't felt good in so long. I relax, letting him take me and enjoying the way he feels as he does it.

Cutter moves, lifting my legs higher, changing the angle so he slides deeper into me. A keening moan leaves my lips. How can this feel so good? His hand glides down my body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He stops at my clit, his thumb slowly stroking it back and forth until I arch my back, accepting him deeper into me.

I feel myself start to tighten around him and scream as I come.

Within a few second he lets out a guttural sound and I feel him tense. He lies down beside me, brushing a stray hair out of my face, tucking it away, his finger stroking the curve of my ear. "Better than I thought it could be."

Words fail me. I am spent. Exhausted. I have nothing left to give. All I can do is hum in agreement as my body tries to recuperate.

With Cutter curled into my side, his voice whispering in my ear, his arm draped protectively across my stomach, I drift off, feeling complete and totally content.



***



I place my order with the waiter and laugh at the little joke he makes.

That's when the fingers resting on my thigh start to dig their nails into my flesh.

I keep from crying out but my eyes are welling with tears from the pain.

The waiter gives me a small smile before walking away.

"You little slut," he whispers in my ear. "Fucking flirting with that asshole right in front of me. Don't you know that he has no interest in a pathetic weak woman like you? No one would. I'm the only person who would tolerate your constant fuck-ups."