“Touch yourself,” he orders, and I don’t hesitate to press my fingers against my swollen nub as I suck him deeper into my mouth.
He lets me have control for a moment, but when I sink my fingers knuckle-deep inside my pussy, and moan around his thick shaft, his restraint snaps and his fingers pull my hair out of its hair tie, tangling in my messy strands as he thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat as he takes control.
I circle my fingers in tandem with his hard thrusts, and just as I feel the telltale tingle of an impending orgasm, West pulls back and I release him with a pop.
“Ah-ah,” he chastises when I whimper with need. “All of your pleasure will be at my hands tonight.”
All of my guys are different when it comes to sex. Beck fucks me like the process is an exorcism, ridding him of his demons. Mason can be surprisingly sweet and soft, but no less dominant. Cam is all about making sure I come as many times as possible—he’s definitely a giver in the bedroom. But West…it’s not enough for him to make me come. He has to own every second of my pleasure.
In a move that must have his muscles screaming in pain after today, he sweeps me into his arms and carries me to the bed, dropping me onto it with a bounce before he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the mattress. Getting on his knees between my spread thighs, he doesn’t waste any time before diving in and lapping at me. My back arches as I fist the bedsheets, already breathless and desperate for release.
All I can think about is the spiral of lust unraveling within me when I feel his finger, coated in my juices, press against the tight ring of muscle at my ass before pushing in. I tense for a second before relaxing, letting him slide in further. He begins to thrust shallowly in time to the movement of his tongue, and I quickly fall apart, crying out his name.
He doesn’t give me a second to recover as he maneuvers me up the bed and moves to hover over me. In one swift move, he sinks inside me until his pubic bone grinds against my sensitive clit. My mouth drops open on a gasp as I stare up into his wild, lust-hazed eyes.
“Arms above your head,” he murmurs in a deep husk that has my lower belly clenching with need, already forgetting that I just had an earth-shattering orgasm.
Doing as he asks, he leans over and pulls a satin tie out of his bedside table, tying it around my wrists. The material is soft against my skin as he pulls my arms further up the bed, securing them to the railings on his headboard.
He trails his fingers over the sensitive skin of my inner arm as he slowly works his way back down my body. His shallow thrusts drive me wild, tempting and teasing me.
He pulls back until just the tip of his dick is inside me, and towering above me, he takes his time to look over my blushed, heaving chest, and peaked nipples, before his gaze rests on my face.
“Now, no moving,” he orders in a serious tone that brokers no argument, spearing me with a stern look before he slams inside me in one quick motion that has me crying out.
His eyes never leave mine as he continues his relentless pace, pushing me back up that peak until I swear I can taste my orgasm on my tongue. My hips involuntarily buck, and as soon as I move, he draws back, slowing to a stop as his eyes narrow in disapproval.
He holds himself still above me, lifting a hand to press it flat against my sternum. I can see the question in his eyes, feel the hesitation in his movements, but I know I’m safe with him. Despite being tied to the bed, I know he won’t ever go too far or do anything I don’t want him to do.
If anything, handing over control to him like this has provided me with moments of relief over the last few weeks. I spend so much of my day trying to gain control that there’s something ultimately freeing about being with West and handing all of that control over to him.
“It’s okay,” I assure him. “Do it.” I tilt my head back, exposing my neck to him, and he stares into my eyes for a long moment before he slides his hand up my chest, wrapping his fingers around my neck. I’m sure he can feel my pulse as it thuds rapidly beneath his hand. My response isn’t one of fear, but excitement.
He flexes his fingers, testing out his grip before he once again sinks inside me. I feel his hold tighten around my throat, limiting my breathing just enough to add to the heady sensation that comes from being slowly driven toward ecstasy.
I’m truly held captive beneath him, my body wound tight as I try not to writhe, my breaths coming in pants the higher he pushes me.
“West,” I moan needily, lost to his ministrations. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg,” he rasps, picking up his pace.
“I can’t take any more,” I cry, half delirious.
“You’ll take what I give you,” he growls in a demanding tone that leaves no room for argument. It only ratchets up my need for him.
His fingers tighten further, but it’s still not enough to have me panicking. If anything, the entire world seems to fall away until I’m aware of nothing but his tight hold on my throat and the way my pussy clenches around him with every thrust, as I stare up into his deep green eyes that watch me in wonder.
“Come for me, Firefly,” he growls in a breathless pant, rutting into me until he finds his release. The feel of him swelling inside me pushes me over the edge, into an orgasm that feels like it goes on forever, until I’m left lying limp on the bed.
West kisses me gently as he reaches above me to undo the ties and rub soothingly at my wrists before he flops over onto his back, taking me with him.
I curl into his side, careful not to put any pressure on his bruises, and as my eyes drift shut, I feel him press a kiss to the top of my head.
“Go to sleep, baby.” His fingers stroke through my hair, and I feel sleep tugging me under as he murmurs, “Everything’s going to be okay from here on out. I’m going to give you everything you’ve always wanted.”
Chapter 26
I jerk awake at some point later in the night, and lift my head, looking around to see what woke me. I’m just about to pass it off as a nightmare, when I hear a floorboard creak in the hallway.
Careful to keep quiet, I slip out of the bed, grab a pair of West’s sweats and a top, and pull them on before stuffing my feet into my boots and cracking the door open to peer out into the darkened hall. I can make out a dim light and hear the sound of movement coming from the kitchen, and slipping the knife out of my boot, I move on silent feet out of the bedroom.
Slowly, placing one foot in front of the other, I close in on the kitchen. As I approach, I tighten my hold on the handle, ready to drive it into whatever asshole broke into our dorm, but as I step into the kitchen, I stutter to a stop when I come face to face with Beck.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, dropping the knife to my side.