Page 84 of Barbed Wire Hearts

“Did I stutter, Kate?” he asks, his eyes on me.

“No, but. . .”

He leans in, his face dangerously close to mine. “Turn over, Kate,” he growls softly.

We stare at each other for a moment before I do as he says, rolling over.

“Ass up. Face in pillow,” he repeats.

I do as he says, putting my ass up before pressing the side of my face into the pillow.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” he purrs, and I feel him move behind me. His hand comes down gently on my ass and begins to caress me. “So compliant. So ready.”

“Please,” I whisper as he strokes a finger along my ass but not down to where I want him. I don’t even know what I’m really asking for. Him. His cock. It doesn’t matter. Just something.

“I bet you’d look so pretty on your knees looking up at me, begging me to fuck you,” he groans. “I bet you’d beg for my cock in your throat.”

“Yes,” I rasp. “Yes. I want you.”

His hand trails lower, his fingertips just barely grazing my pussy lips, teasing. “You don’t even know the monster I am yet.”

“I don’t care,” I whisper. “I don’t care.”

His hand stills. “You will,” he answers, just before he presses a sudden finger inside me.

I gasp as he curls his finger inside me. “Face into the pillow. If you wake them up, you’ll get no orgasms and I’ll leave you here needy,” he warns.

So I shove my face into the pillow and gasp into that. As a reward, he adds another finger and begins to pump them inside me, stroking until I’m writhing beneath them. I come so fast, I think it must be from some sort of witchcraft. I’ve never come so fast just from fingers before, but when he reaches up with another hand as I come and starts to overstimulate my clit, I cry into the pillow. When I try to move away, he bites me on the ass. Legit bites me. I jump and gasp, terrified to wake the others and stop this. I need more. I need all of him.

“Hold still,” he growls softly, pumping his fingers faster. Another orgasm starts to build immediately.

When he leans down and runs his tongue along my ass cheek, I nearly come undone right there. A soft cry escapes the pillow, and he freezes. I’m panting, my fingers curling into my sleeping bag, as I wait to see if the others wake. Levi’s soft snore echoes around us and Dakota starts to slowly move his fingers again, driving me insane.

“Be careful,” he murmurs. “You almost stopped it all, Kate.”

If my face wasn’t buried in the pillow, I’d tell him to fuck off and then demand he fuck me. As it is, I nearly scream when his mouth is suddenly on my clit, his tongue swirling around it. I jerk forward, crying into the pillow, trying to stay quiet. His fingers continue to work me until I come around them again, my release dripping down his fingers and starting to drip onto the sleeping bag beneath me.

He groans so softly I almost miss it. “I can’t resist you,” he whispers, before his fingers disappear completely. I tilt my head to the side, panting, searching for him. There’s the jingle of a belt buckle and then a zipper being undone, and I stop breathing. When I hear him moan and see him stroke himself once, twice, my legs begin to shake.

How am I supposed to stay quiet now?

“No sounds,” he orders as he kneels down behind me. “Or else.”

I nod feverishly despite not being sure if I’m capable of keeping quiet. When he presses his head into my folds and swipes the wetness around, I clamp my lips shut. His hand grips my hip tightly as he teases. Unlike me, he keeps quiet. The only way I know he’s enjoying himself is the gentle breathing I hear from him and the pauses when he’s really enjoying the feeling. He reaches forward and threads his fist into my hair. He shoves my face into the pillow roughly just before he slams his cock deep inside me.

I scream into the pillow, the cushion capturing most of the sound as he presses my face in hard. It’s almost painful as he pushes me in, almost threatening. He jerks me up and I have just enough time to take a breath before he presses my face down again and slides his cock out and back in roughly, fucking me so hard, there’s no way I could be silent otherwise. His other hand presses down on my lower back, forcing my arch, pressing my ass higher as he pins me to the sleeping bag. I come apart beneath him, my pussy throbbing, my release squirting around his cock inside me. His breathing stutters as I pulse around him, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me rough and slow, his cock hitting deep inside me, causing a little pain and a whole lot of pleasure. Every so often, he pulls up my head so I can breathe, my nails digging into the sleeping bag beneath me as I lose myself over and over again.

I lose count after the fifth release, my body a quivering mess, my lungs screaming as the times between him lifting me grow further and further apart. When he suddenly wrenches me up with my hair, I grunt in surprise and pain. His hand wraps around my throat and cuts off the sound before it can grow any louder and my fingers claw at his hand.

“Shh,” he whispers in my ear. And then his hand moves from my neck to my mouth, covering it completely, leaving my nose free to breathe. His other hand grabs onto my stomach as he begins to move again, fucking up and into me, making my eyes roll back in my head. “That’s my good girl,” he coos in my ear. “You’re fucking gushing around me. Do I feel good?”

I nod, my fingers clutching onto his forearm where he covers my mouth.

“Good,” he moans, so soft, I barely hear it. “We’re gonna come together this time.”

And then his stroke speeds up and I realize there’s no way I can be quiet. His hand will muffle the sound, but not fully, not like the pillow. I try to tell him, my fingers clawing at him, but that only makes him moan softly and fuck me harder. My cries start to increase, growing louder and louder, and his other hand moves from my mouth to my throat again.

He cuts off my air. I can’t breathe. I claw at his hands, but he starts to really fuck me, his cock slamming inside me over and over again. The sound of our skin slapping is loud in my ears, and then it’s not as my vision starts to blacken.

---