Page 97 of Chips & Checks
Then I slam the rest of the way in, bottoming out, and Violet screams my name like she’s unraveling from the core.
“Is that what you wanted?” I ask.
“Yes,” she whines. Her voice cracks as I grind my hips against her ass, rolling slow and deep. “Is that the piercing? Holy shit—Bowen—it feels so much better like this.”
My smile is pure sin. “Yeah, baby. You feel it now, don’t you? Every stroke. Every ridge.”
She chokes out a sound that’s somewhere between a sob and a moan. “It’s like your dick has its own pressure point. I can feel it dragging right there—oh my god—”
I lean over her, chest brushing her back, lips against her ear. “You think I wore this for anyone else?” My voice drops, low and possessive. “Nah, Vi. That piercing’s yours now. Like the rest of me.”
She shudders beneath me, tightening around my cock until I nearly lose it. “You’re gonna make me come just from that,” she pants. “Just from the way it rubs inside me.”
I thrust again, slow and brutal. “Then let go. Come on my cock, Vi. I want to feel you lose it around me. Raw and dripping, just how you asked for it.”
I shift my angle, pulling back until just the tip is inside her before driving in again—slow, deep, unrelenting.
Her fingers claw at the sheets. “Bowen—oh my god—don’t stop. Right there. Fuck, don’t you dare stop.”
I don’t. I can feel it, the way she tightens up every time the barbell in my cock brushes that spot inside her. The spot no one else ever found. The one I want branded with my name.
“You feel that?” I grit out, voice shredded with need. “That’s me, Vi. No fingers. No toy. Just me inside you.”
She’s sobbing now, every breath a desperate gasp as her thighs start to shake.
“Oh my god—Bowen—I can’t—I think I’m—”
“You’re coming,” I growl. “You’re gonna come for me like this. Bare. Full. Fucked.”
Her whole body locks up as the orgasm rips through her. She lets out this wild, broken sound—pure surrender—and clamps down on me so hard I have to grit my teeth and fight not to spill right then and there.
“Fucking hell,” I bite out, holding still while she pulses around me. Her slick heat drenches me, and I swear I’ll never feel anything this good again.
But then she shifts just a little, and her inner muscles flutter around me again. That’s all it takes. The edge I’ve been skating splinters beneath me. My hips snap forward, and I bury myself deep, one last desperate time. A guttural sound tears from my throat as I lose it. I come hard, raw, spilling inside her like I was made for this exact moment. Made for her. My vision goes white. My heart stutters and starts again.
She collapses onto the sheets, chest heaving, breath stolen. I stroke a hand down her spine and stay buried inside her, like I belong there.
Because I do.
“This is why I call you kitten,” I mumble as I roll us to the side. “Mostly in my mind.”
She nestles even closer to me, the ideal little spoon. “Fair. This is why I call you… Bone.” She stalls for a moment. “Ugh, dammit, I can’t think of anything better than that. Smooth brain. No thoughts, only orgasms. Without help, I might add.”
I smile against the back of her shoulder. “Looks like I did my job right, then.”
Gradually, her breathing evens out. I’m so comfortable, I can barely keep my eyes open. But I have something to say, and it can’t wait.
“Vi?” I murmur.
“Mm?”
“I…” I clear my throat.Just say it.“I love you.”
Her chest rises and falls beneath my arm. “Oh.”
“Before you ask, no, this isn’t the sex talking. If I’d gotten released today, it would have been worth it. And I still would have said the words before I left. I’m glad I’m still here, don’t getme wrong, but if I had to do it all over again, I would. I want you to be safe and happy. That’s more important than any sport.”
“More important than hockey?” Her voice is breathless.
