Page 29 of Covert
"Please, Diesel," I whine, squirming and arching against him. I dig my heels into his ass and try to pull him to where I want him.
He smiles sweetly at me. "Impatient, are we?"
"Please," I beg. "Please, please, please just fuck me now. I'm ready. I've been ready. I need you..."
He chuckles, but the look he gives me is soft, tender.
He shrugs out of his boxers and kneels between my thighs. He leans over and pulls open his nightstand drawer.
"I'm clean and on the pill. I get tested after every partner," I say in a rush, my filter apparently gone.
He smiles softly but shakes his head, pulling out a condom and ripping it open with his teeth. "I trust you, sweetheart, but I don't trust them."
Them.
Beckett, Maddox, and Axel. I blanch. I know I teased them about joining my harem, but the idea of actually sleeping with them fills me with anxiety. Could I really do it? Could I sleep with them all? Would I?
I think I would if it felt organic. If something developed naturally with them. Beckett trusts me more than I think he's trusted anyone in a long time, but Maddox still acts salty around me, and lord only knows what goes on with Axel.
I decide I'll have to figure out later if we need to have a talk or just see where it goes.
Sheathed, Diesel lines himself up against my opening, teasing me with the smallest stretch. I'm shaking as he leans over me. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and pull his mouth down to mine. Tasting myself on his lips feels naughty and erotic, and I devour his mouth as he pushes inside slowly. The stretch, the feel of him, makes me groan. When his hips meet mine, he pulls his face back a little, resting his forehead on mine.
"Fuck, baby girl. You feel amazing," he says, his voice low and strained. I wrap my legs around his ass, begging him to move. To finally put me out of my misery and fuck me like I need.
Instead, he manhandles my right leg between his knees and raises my left leg onto his shoulder and pounds into me with a punishingrhythm. My orgasm comes too fast, and I find myself screaming, panting, and sweating, unable to maintain control of my reality.
My mind wants to float mindlessly in this pleasure, but Diesel hasn't stopped. He moves my leg from his shoulder across my body and hooks the knee above his elbow, twisting my limp body into some sort of yoga pose. The angle lets him get even deeper, and the pain of his thick cock stretching me and pummeling my cervix makes the next orgasm hit even harder. My entire body tingles, tiny fireworks erupt between every cell in my body, but he's still not done.
He flips me onto my stomach and enters me again in one solid thrust. When my soul returns to my body, I hear him grunting, whispering harsh curses, and my name, and something that sounds like, "Fucking hell, Nick, so good, so fucking good. That's my good girl.Myfucking good girl."
I whimper. Tears escape my eyes as he tilts my pelvis up and attacks my G-spot with precision. I had no idea what to expect from Diesel in bed, but this wasn't it. The sweet looks and soft touches outside of this room in no way prepared me for the dirty-talking sex God who is pulling my fourth orgasm from my body.
One hand grips my ass and squeezes it hard, the other wraps around the back of my neck, holding me in place as he pounds into me from behind. I'm a rag doll for his pleasure, and I couldn't care less.
My third orgasm rolls right into my fourth, but my voice is too hoarse to scream, and I'm too rung out to do anything but moan my way through it. Once I've finished, though, he pulls out suddenly. I'm still catching my breath, my ears ringing, when he whispers my name like a prayer, and warm liquid lands on my back in hot spurts.
He'd taken the condom off and finished on my back. Something about that is incredibly hot. To be marked, to be claimed by him. I'm afraid I'll become addicted.
Before I can move or speak, though, he's kneeling next to me, and wiping his cum off with his shirt.
He returns, lying next to me, and wipes the hair that is sticking to my forehead to the side. "Can I get you something to drink?" he purrs beside my head.
I groan. I don't know what I need.
"I should probably go," I whisper, my cheek smushed against the mattress, my sweat starting to cool.
But before I can get up, I'm pulled against his solid form.
"Not a chance," he says simply.
"No?"
"Fuck, no. I didn't fuck you that hard for you to just walk away." My heart clenches in on itself. I know he means tonight, but it sounds an awful lot like he means forever. How do I convince him that he doesn't need to earn my attention or my time? And that Ihaveto leave.
No matter how much I don't want to.
Chapter thirteen
