Page 20 of Double Play

I nod, this time more confidently than before. I understand what he’s saying. It’s just like when I went down on him in the pantry. It was rough, and the way he gripped my hair and fucked my throat was painful, but in the most erotic, mind-bending way. So much so that I had to rub myself just to ease the ache it caused. I want to test the boundaries of that sort of thing, and knowing I can end it all with a single word makes me feel safe—like I can give him everything, and he’ll take care of me.

“That’s my good girl,” he says proudly, pulling back before lowering his face between my legs and hovering right above where I’m throbbing for him. “I’ve been dying to lick this sweet pussy. You smell incredible.” I suck in a breath as his tongue laps at my sensitive pearl, the pleasure from my stolen orgasm blooming back to life as he adds more pressure with each pass.

“Hawk,” I moan as his lips wrap around me, sucking gently at my desperate core. The feeling is indescribable, and it’s mere seconds before I’m right back where I was before he pulled away the first time.

“You’re mine,” he growls, the vibration of his words intensifying the euphoria as he sinks a finger into me. As soon as he turns his palm upward, curling toward a spot deep inside that has me seeing stars, I know I won’t be able to hold back for long.

“Please!” I beg, clenching involuntarily around him as he pumps in and out, his tongue expertly working in tandem to bring me dangerously close to the edge. “Hawk. I need to—please!”

“Come for me,” he relents, the words barely out of his mouth before I detonate, surrendering to the pleasure as it pulls me under. My vision goes blurry, and I scream into the empty room, not giving a fuck if anyone can hear me because I’m unable to control it anyway. I’m weightless as he continues licking and fucking me with his finger, only slowing when my body eventually begins to sink back into the mattress. I’ve never had an orgasm that intense before, and we’ve barely even started.

He wasn’t lying. Heisgoing to destroy me. And I’ll fucking welcome it.

“I’m so hard just from tasting your cum, baby,” he says, reaching behind himself and peeling his t-shirt over his head with one hand. He immediately follows the action by sliding down his shorts and briefs, his mouthwatering erection slapping against his stomach as soon as it’s free from the material that was restraining it. I can’t stop my eyes from bouncing around his naked body, because this is the first time I’ve seen his tattoos without feeling like I should look away. They cover the entirety of his arms, spreading from the backs of his hands and meeting behind him. I knew his back was fully covered in art, but I didn’t realize until now that it was all one big scene. On his left, a silhouette stands in the middle of a serene river, the entire thing calm and peaceful. His right side is covered in darkness, starting with the demon on his hand ascending up a dark stone staircase. It leads into a cloud of thick smoke over his bicep, the entire piece the exact opposite of its lighter counterpart. I want to ask him what it all means, but I don’t get a chance as he rubs his bare cock between my still-drenched pussy lips. I gasp when the piercing under his head grazes my overstimulated clit, clenching my hands into the sheets beside me as he repeats the motion. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and I wonder for a second if I’ll be able to handle whatever he’s about to dish out. I know I can stop it if I want to, but the anticipation makes blood run through my veins like hot lava.

I’ve never wanted to be owned more than I do right now.

“Let me grab a condom,” he says, leaning down for a quick kiss before he begins to back away. But I don’t allow it, darting my hand out and grabbing his wrist to pull him back. I can’t believe I’m about to say this, but I just can’t stop the reckless words from bursting out of my mouth.

“I want you bare,” I say. “I just picked up my birth control refill from the pharmacy. I’ve never missed one, and I’ve tested negative twice since the last time I had sex. If you’re clean—and okay with it—we can go without a condom.”

A sexy smirk lifts the corners of his lips, his eyes hooding with desire. “You want me to fuck you raw, Hellcat? Blow my thick, hot load into your begging cunt?”

“Oh my God,” I say on a forced exhale. “Yes. I want you to fill me up.” I have no idea where all of this is coming from. I’m normally not a dirty talker, but it’s easy to match his energy when he’s towering over me like this.

“Sit up on your elbows,” he says, stepping in and yanking me closer to the edge of the bed. “Watch it go in.” I oblige, pushing up so his gorgeous cock is in clear view as he thrusts forward, breaching my entrance. The stretch immediately makes me hiss a breath through my teeth, and he resumes rubbing my clit to help me relax.

“You’re doing great, Arden,” he praises, and I feel my muscles unclench, letting him sink in further. The barbell on the underside of his length rubs against my walls, and suddenly, I need it deeper. Wrapping my ankles around his ass, I pull him to me, gasping from the fullness when he’s buried to the hilt. He leans forward so his hands are pressed to the mattress on either side of me and drops his lips to the heated skin of my neck. I lie back, reveling in the way he’s making me feel worshiped and possessed at the same time.

“Fuck. You’re tight,” he grunts. His entire body is shaking, clearly holding back as he carefully withdraws and surges forward again. His heart pounds against mine in a fast but steady rhythm, every single part of him wound taut as he attempts to control himself. But I don’t want that. I want him unleashed.

“Hawk, fuck me,” I whine. “You’re not giving me everything.”

“Next time, baby. I promise,” he replies, setting an even tempo as he moves his hips. It feels amazing, especially when he grinds his other piercing against my clit. “Just let me make you feel good. Come whenever you want. I’ve got you.” He bands an arm around my waist, hoisting me up the bed and following until he’s settled on top of me. The feel of his weight pressed tightly to my body has every nerve ending on high alert, and I know another orgasm is getting ready to take me away any second. He said I could, so I allow myself to succumb to the sensations, focusing on the metal bars as they work me to the edge.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he coaxes. “Let me feel it on my cock.” As if my pussy answers to him and him only, it clamps down, flooding his shaft as he steadily fucks me through it. I cry out, my clit pulsing against the metal barbell that’s clearly prolonging my climax. It’s complete euphoria, and I can’t even imagine what it’ll be like when he gives me everything.

“Holy fucking shit. I’m going to make you mine, Arden. Open your eyes.” His words are a mix of demand and desperation, and I don’t waste another second before following his order. As soon as the haze from my orgasm dissipates, I focus on his beautiful face just in time to watch it twist in pleasure. He stares into my soul, and I feel him throb inside me, thrusting one last time before filling me with rope after rope of cum. He buries his face into my neck, groaning between heaving gulps of air while violent shivers rack his entire body. I’ve never had unprotected sex before, and the sensation of overflowing with this part of him is unlike anything I could’ve ever imagined. It’s intense in the most primal way, and before he’s even completely empty, I want more.

“Are you okay?” he asks, clearly exhausted and reeling from his release. Even though I had absolutely no physical control over anything we just did, I feel powerful knowing my body affected him this way.

“I’m perfect,” I reply. “It’s never been like that before.”

He pushes up, lazily kissing me for a moment before dropping his forehead to mine. “I wanted it to just be about us tonight. I promise we’ll try some new things and test your limits next time, if you’re into it. I think it might help you let go in other aspects of your life, too. It does for me, at least.”

“I’d like that,” I say with a smile, wrapping my arms around his neck before he rolls to the side, bringing me with him so we’re face to face. The motion separates us enough for his dick to slip out, and I feel warmth drip from my body, slowly running down my thigh. It’s foreign, but knowing it’s our cum mixed together makes me want to stay put for another minute or two before I clean up.

“You messy?” he says with a raised brow, and I laugh because, obviously, my face is telling him everything I’m feeling.

“A little, but I like it,” I reply sheepishly, not sure if I should be embarrassed by the admission.

He chuckles darkly. “I bet you do, Hellcat. How about we hop in the shower? Get you nice and clean, just to dirty you up again later. I’ll empty into you as many times as you want.”

Sounds like the perfect evening to me.

SEVENTEEN

JACKSON

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