Page 30 of Beautiful Nightmare
My heart pounds in my chest. Harder and harder still.
I stare into his eyes as he pushes back to kneeling, watching my every move.Am I doing this?His eyes are lusty and desire-filled as they bore into mine while he waits for me. I’m scared to take this step with Hawk, but I want him. And I don’t know if that makes me crazy or sick or just confused as hell, but he’s lighting up my body like no one ever has. I might pay for this later, but in the moment, I don’t fucking care. Gathering my courage, I hook the sides of my underwear with my thumbs and slip them down, lifting my ass to get them off. With my lip tucked between my teeth, I shudder out a nervous breath.
He slides his hands up my thighs, fingers brushing over my skin in a way that has me trembling. And the closer he gets to my pussy, the more breathless I become, the anticipation about killing me. He bends, turning his head, and licks a teasing path up my inner thigh. He stops just shy of where my body throbs for him and breathes me in. He makes an animalistic sound, part groan, part growl. And just when I think he’s going to put his mouth on me, he swivels his head and licks the other leg. He’s lighting me on fire with every devilish sweep of his tongue on my skin.
I’m shaking. Butterflies swarm in my stomach. Tension coils way down low. I clench the sheets with my hands, afraid of what I’ll do with them if I don’t.
If he doesn’t put his mouth on me soon, I might cry. And as I’m thinking about it, he takes my legs, pushes them up, and spreads me wide open.
The hunger in his eyes swamps me, making this experience so intense I don’t know if I’ll survive it. Survive him. Because I wonder if this is all part of his plan. His payback for whatever he believes I’ve done.
But when he situates himself between my legs, his face right there, hands framing my opening as if I’m a pretty picture he’s admiring, I don’t care. I can’t. He looks intently at all my swollen pink flesh for several agonizing seconds. Then he glances up with a devastating smirk that shoots sparks down my spine, lighting me up from the inside. And then his mouth is on me, ravishing me. His tongue is everywhere, licking up my wetness and diving inside my pussy to taste every part of me. When he sucks on my clit at the same time he pushes a finger inside me, I can’t hold back and reach forward, grasping his hair with my hands. “Oh, God.”
He moans, laving over my clit with his tongue, and pushes a second finger inside me before dragging them in and out at a steady pace. “I fuckin’ love how your pussy tastes.” His tongue delivers stroke after stroke of mind-blowing pleasure until the pressure builds to such a degree I’m worried I might pass out. And then my legs are shaking, and his mouth is devouring me all while he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me. “Let go. Come for me. Gush all over my face so I can lick you clean.”
His words make my entire body flush with heat. I shatter. That’s the only word for it. I fall over the edge of a cliff, shuddering, writhing, and moaning my way through the most intense orgasm of my life. I buck against his face, and with the way he’s licking at me, I think maybe I really did drench him.
For several moments afterward, I simply try to breathe. Center myself. Figure out what the ever-loving hell I’m doing. Because Hawk. The guy with the fucked-up vendetta against me. He’s the one responsible for everything I just felt. And it was fucking amazing.
I don’t understand. I truly don’t.
For whatever reason, I’ve let myself be vulnerable with him. I look at him, still softly kissing over my hypersensitive flesh, and I know. I need us on an even playing field. Taking a deep breath, I sit up and get to my knees at the same time he does, and I tackle him, pushing him back onto the bed with my hands on his chest.
He blinks, studying my face, then shrugs and puts his hands behind his head, like he hasn’t a care in the world and is happy to wait for my next move. And since he’s clearly going to let me do what I want, I look my fill. His torso is carved, muscles rippling the way they only do after consistent physical activity over time. I touch each ridge and indentation, fingers sliding over his smooth skin. My eyes follow, drifting over him. His black briefs are straining to contain his dick and have an undeniable dark spot on the front that is growing by the second. I may have been wet, but if I’m not mistaken, he’s just as turned on by what we’ve been doing as I am.
So, I do exactly what he’d never expect. I tug his underwear down over his hips, allowing his cock to spring free, then crawl off the bed and gesture that he should sit up. On my knees between his legs, I take several measured breaths, then take his cock in my hand, slowly stroking him up and down. His skin is velvety, but underneath he’s like steel. Keeping one hand gripped around his base, I lean down and experimentally take him into my mouth, my tongue flicking out, collecting the moisture beading at the tip and letting the mildly salty taste flood my mouth. I won’t deny it, it turns me on.
“Fuck me,” he hisses, spreading his legs wider and cupping the back of my neck with one hand. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Maybe that’s the plan, Hawk.”
A breath huffs from him, and his jaw tenses. His hazel eyes hold an odd glint in them, and he groans, “Fine. Suck the life out of me, Lux.”
I alternate sliding my lips up and down his length with licking him all over and peppering him with sloppy, wet kisses. I honestly don’t have any real idea of what I’m doing, but if the strangled noises he’s making are any indication, I must be doing something right.
He slides his hands into my hair, guiding me. “Fuck. Your mouth. Baby. Fuck,” he heaves out, as if he can’t properly form a complete sentence.
It makes me smile around his cock. There’s a certain power here, knowing he’s dying for me to keep going. That I hold the key to his pleasure. I flick along the underside of his cock, then roll my tongue around and around the tip before I take him deep again. His grip tightens on me, and his hips begin moving of their own volition, like he can’t control this for anything in the world.
His breath comes out in pants, his jaw going slack. I double my efforts, worshiping him like I’m a kid who’s just gotten her hands on the goddamn best-tasting lollipop a girl could ask for. “Lux. If you keep sucking on me like that, I’m going to blow.”
I look up with a wink, continuing to stroke with my hand, and let him push deeper into my mouth until my eyes tear up. Every time he retreats, I gasp for breath. In a twisted way, I like it. He’s coming completely undone. And it’s me who is doing this to him with just my mouth and my hand. His strokes become choppier, and I wonder if he realizes his fingers clench and unclench rhythmically in my hair as he gets closer to climax.
His eyes connect with mine as I look up at him from under a hooded gaze, an odd understanding passing between us. We might have our issues, but this thing between us is undeniable.
With a low groan, Hawk stills and his cum spurts into my mouth, shooting down my throat. I swallow, then slide my mouth up and down his length a few more times before I release him. My tongue darts out to lick him clean. “Fuck, baby.” He brushes my hair back from my face and wipes the tears from the corners of my eyes with his thumbs before he helps me up.
I stand between his legs, and he tugs me close, dragging my face to his. Our mouths crash together, tongues stroking, madly twisting. The taste, oh God—the taste of the two of us together is heady and oh so right. My pussy throbs in response. He grabs my ass with one hand, making me straddle his lap as the other hand snakes up my back to capture my neck, holding me right where he wants me. The kiss goes on and on and on. I can’t get enough of him, and it seems he feels the same.
When we finally part, both of us are out of breath, like we’ve just run a marathon.
“Fuck,” he growls, burrowing his face at the crook of my neck. “Fuck.”
I don’t argue. I feel the same. We remain tangled up in each other like that for what feels like a very long time.
Hawk pulls in a deep breath, then breaks the silence, his lips brushing my neck as he speaks. “You asked earlier what I was doing in your bed. The truth is I wanted to make sure you were okay. That’s why I stayed with you.”
My breath catches, and a faint memory from when I was falling into sleep last night comes back to me. The gentlest touch of a finger grazing over my cheek. I draw back, forcing him to look at me. This is the man who saved me from harm, who brought me home, who watched over me all night. He’s the same man who’s with me right now. The one who kissed my forehead and brought me down from the brink of a panic attack.
