consciousness
narrowing down to her mouth. Acting on their own, his hands tightened in her hair. Hard. His hips rolled, meeting every stroke of her mouth. “You going to let me come in that virgin mouth? You going to make me a god?”
She scraped him with her teeth and his world exploded. He expected her to stop him once his climax struck, but Jesus Christ, she didn’t. Her mouth pulled on him in greedy strokes, taking everything he had to give. A sound of enjoyment left her throat to ripple over his cock, shooting him into another dimension.
He didn’t remember dropping to the floor or drawing her up against him, but he’d gotten there somehow. Deep breaths expanded his chest under her cheek. How could she feel so fragile against him when she’d just shaken him up so thoroughly? The frantic need to look into her eyes hit him hard. With a still-trembling hand, he tilted her chin up.
And felt like he’d been cold-cocked.
Lust. It expanded her pupils and blocked out all the beautiful chocolate brown. Her face flushed red, lips swollen and parted. Her nipples were sharp points pressing against her thin shirt; her thighs squeezed together on and off, on and off. The sight was so goddamn stunning, it sent his already-pounding heart into overdrive. It filled him with wild determination, purpose.
Give her pleasure. Give her relief.
When he wedged his hips between her thighs, she moaned so loudly, so impatiently, he couldn’t help but match it. Her pain equaled his pain. Her pleasure, his pleasure.
She was mine before. Mine doesn’t even begin to cover it now.
He ran a hand down between their bodies and cupped her *, growling when he found the material of her tights damp. “Ah, sweetheart. Did you get wet while sucking me off?” Using the heel of his hand, he ground circles into her heat, his dick getting hard again from watching her hips writhe. “You have any idea how good you are with that mouth?”
He leaned down and kissed her gently, knowing it would frustrate her into deepening it. She did. Fuck yes, she did.
“Those lips are the best fuck I’ve ever had. But not for long. Isn’t that right, Sera? We both know it’s only a matter of time before I’m pounding the purity right out of you.”
Without waiting for a response, he yanked the tights down her legs and threw them across the room. He said a prayer of thanks when she ripped her shirt over her head, revealing a black bra and tiny matching panties. Jesus. He could barely handle her fully clothed.
Half naked? It hurt to look at her.
“Bowen, please. I need something to stop the hurt.”
The fact she didn’t even know what she needed set off an odd burn in his chest, but it also filled him with hot, pumping anticipation at the idea of showing her. “I know what you need, but that’s not what I’m about to give you. I’ll always give you more than you need, Sera. Every time.”
He peeled the scrap of underwear down her legs, his vision fraying around the edges when he finally saw her uncovered *. Mine. It’s mine. She’s mine.
Mine.
His
instincts
were
screaming at him to pin her down, spread her open, and fuck her. But he couldn’t let the urges win. After what she’d given him, he owed her pleasure.
Still, this need to claim her in some way had him reaching for his thinnest paintbrush. He dipped it in purple paint and brought it to her lower belly.
Knowing she couldn’t wait much longer, he wrote his name quickly, but clearly.
Bowen.
It
might
be
insignificant
compared to how he wanted to mark her as his own, but it would have to do for now.
He tossed the paintbrush aside, blowing on the drying paint as he ran his hands up the insides of her smooth thighs. When they met at the sweetest part of her, he ran a knuckle down her seam to find her wet. His cock surged against his belly, his body begging to be inside her, to use the wetness to his advantage. Instead, he pushed his middle finger into her tight heat, groaning at how little room he had to move it.
In the hopes that kissing her would remind him to go slow, he crawled up her body, sinking into a kiss as he fingered her. “Let me ask you a question, baby. What kind of dickless morons have you been around your whole life that not one of them made a play for you?
For this?” He added a second finger, pushing a little deeper than before. “Not that I wouldn’t want to end their miserable lives for them right now if they had.”
Finally, he’d loosened her up enough that he could massage her G-spot with his middle finger. “All-girls’ school,”
she gasped, her hips jerking off the floor.
“Do that again.”
Bowen obliged, keeping his fingers working between her legs as his open mouth skated across her cleavage. “You like that, don’t you? I haven’t even touched your clit yet.”
“Maybe you sh-should?”