Page 136 of Retribution

Part of me just wants to submit and let him have his way with me, but the fire that’s coursing through me keeps me going. I grind myself against him and he falters for a moment, his mouth falling slack as I take the opportunity to nibble at his lip. He hisses as I pull away, a dot of blood draws on his bottom lip.

He looks up at me through hazy eyes as he slides one hand between us, unbuttoning his trousers. The sound of the zipper has me in a frenzy, I feel like I can’t wait any longer, the rush is growing, and my head is buzzed with anticipation.

“Sit up, baby,” he says, and I suck my lip between my teeth, the sound of his deep husky voice sending signals directly to my already throbbing cunt.

I raise up higher as he pulls out his hard cock, the end of it dripping with his pre-cum. My mouth salivates at the sight of his veins, the silky expanse of it tempting me, baiting me. I shuffle my ass backwards and drop between his legs as he looks at me with pleasant surprise.

“Oh, my sweet, sweet poison,” he tuts as I look up at him through my lashes.

I take over his grip of his cock, the resistance pulling back as I try and direct it towards me. His legs sit either side of me as my body spreads out in the middle of him, taking up the rest of the couch.

I part my lips and wet them before placing a soft, sopping kiss on the underside of his cock. He hums in approval as his hips buck slightly. I use my spare hand to hold onto his hip, I want him to give me full control. I don’t want him to have to use a muscle tonight. I want it to all come from me, for us to forget about everything for a while. To bury our sorrows into each other.

The thoughts take me back, to that first night we met, the pact we made, to forget. But now, all I want to do is remember that night, think about the goodness and the vows we promised one another.

I slide my tongue up and down his length and he presses his head back further into the sofa cushions, his hands cover his face with his elbows pointing at the ceiling. His breath is rough and uneven as I take him in my mouth, slowly sucking up and down, wrapping my tongue around the head.

He begins to buck his hips, begging for more but I dig my nails into his side, insistent on him remaining still. He translates my signal and his hips relax again as I work my way around him, listening to his reactions and adjusting my pace and harshness accordingly.

“Indie,” he grits through his teeth as I feel him pulse in my mouth, knowing his climax has him in a choke hold.

I keep my rhythm but swirl my tongue around his tip for longer whilst his breaths grow ragged. His hand reaches down into my hair but he doesn’t pull it, he runs his fingers through it gently and his thumb caresses my cheek. I peer up at him and I realize he’s looking directly at me. I hold his stare as I pull him out of my mouth and slowly ease him back in.

His eyes flutter as he tries to keep them open, I smirk slightly and repeat. He takes his hand away from my face and balls them into fists at his side as he tries to hold onto his perseverance. He moans as his eyes narrow at me and I suck him harder, offering a fierce scowl in return. He gasps and I feel his cock twitch and my mouth fills with his salty juices, which I swallow rewardingly. I lick him clean as he lays there, staring at me in bewilderment.

I sit up and one of his leg flops from the sofa onto the floor. He reaches forward for my hands and then pulls me on top of him. He places his hand on the back of my neck and kisses me deeply. Within a brief second, he rolls us from the sofa and onto the floor, him absorbing the impact of the fall. I laugh as he grins up at me, kissing along my jawline and down my neck. He sucks and nibbles on my collarbone to the point I’m sure he’s left a mark.

He lays me down on the rug in front of the fire and pulls up my nightgown, revealing my bare stomach. He begins to trace circles around my belly, his eyes following the movements of his finger, then leaning down to place soft kisses around it.

The fire is ridiculously hot, a layer of sweat beads along my stomach as the flames light up my body like the fourth of July. Reed pulls off his shirt and I stare at the colorful bruises dotted along his rib-cage, the graze on his shoulder and his bandaged arm.

I sit up to inspect them.

“They look sore,” I say to him, and he shrugs, running a hand through his hair. I absorb the sight of him, his toned stomach and his broad shoulders, his muscular arms, all damaged in some way. I sit up and begin to kiss every bruise that I can see. I butter him up with my lips and he sighs as I feel the muscles in his stomach loosen as my lips touch them.

“Lay down, onto your front,” I whisper against his neck, and he nods, obeying my command.

I lean over him, cracking my knuckles before beginning to knead his shoulders, offering him some relief. The tension within them tells me the pain that he is trying so hard to mask.

“That– That feels good.” His words fall out of his mouth as he lays his head to the side, the glow from the fire purring over his skin.

Continuing to move from his shoulders, further down his back, I make sure to avoid any of the bruised points and not apply too much pressure.

“I love you so fucking much.” He mumbles, his eyes closed as his body rises and falls with every breath.

“I love you,” I respond, resting my ear against his toned back, listening to the pounding of his own heart as the butterflies from his words caress my own heart.

I smile against him as his breathing slows.

The calm after the storm.

Pure serenity.

Chapter 29

Reed

“The jet is fueled and ready to go Mr. Breckenridge,” the agency says.

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