“Are you sure you want to do that?” I ask in a trembling voice.
“I sure as fuck am,” he says. “I can’t wait to have you on my tongue again. I fuckin’ crave it.”
I find myself blushing because if his eager expression is any indication, there is some truth to what he’s saying. I eagerly scramble into place, throwing one leg over his big body, ready to do exactly as he says.
When he tugs me up, I move into place because I don’t want to stress his wounded arm.
Onyx slides his tongue up my slit until it hits my clit, causing sparks of pleasure, much like he does when he licks me in other positions. I’ve never done this before, so I’m not sure what I’m doing. I don’t actually lower myself onto his face, because how would that even work without smothering him. I just kind of hover close and let him take the lead. And boy does he ever take the lead. Between his fingers and tongue, I’m aroused beyond belief in a matter of minutes.
Before I can catch my breath, he slides two fingers inside me and goes right for my g-spot. My head tilts back as the pleasure builds, and I come so hard it feels like I’m going to faint. Onyx pulls me down to rest on his chest, and I lie in my favorite position with my ear against his chest. His heart is beating fasterthan before, and I can feel his rock-hard cock brushing against me. Onyx is aroused and apparently still patiently waiting for his turn. I force myself to get up before I’m ready to take care of his needs because I love him and don’t want to leave him beneath me with an aching cock.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs. I just discovered I like his praise a little too much.
He notches himself at my entrance, and I ease down, forcing my pussy to swallow every deliciously thick inch of him. It used to be slightly painful, but since we’ve been having sex regularly for weeks, I’ve gotten used to taking him.
He rubs my shoulder and back as I slide down his magnificent cock. I feel proud, sexy, and confident when I manage to take all of him.
“You look like a glorious queen when you’re on top, filled with my cock.”
Deciding that comment deserved a reward, I lift up slightly, letting his cock slowly slide from my pussy before easing down again. It’s a lot of pleasure.
Onyx jerks his chin at me and says, “More. I want you to use me to make yourself come.”
I feel my cheeks flush because he’s giving me permission to use his cock for my pleasure.
“Time to move, beautiful,” he murmurs, still rubbing my back with his free hand.
His words make me bold, and I do just as he says, fucking myself on his cock until I’m moaning in pleasure. His face is lit up with anticipation and excitement, probably because he’s waiting for me to come all over his cock.
When I’m close, I feel him swell inside me. Onyx is thrusting up to match my movements, and it feels so good. He runs one hand up my back and across to my opposite shoulder. When I come, he clamps his hand down, forcing me to stay still with hiscock buried in me. We both come at the same time, and that alone feels incredible.
When we’re both spent, I collapse on his chest, once again putting my ear against his chest. This time I hear his heart beating wildly in his chest, and his cock is still throbbing inside me. I did that, I think proudly as I drift off to sleep.
Chapter 24
Onyx
By the time we make it back downstairs for the party, Brennan’s arrest is being broadcast everywhere. We slide into seats at the bar and watch it on the big screen, along with the rest of the brothers.
Detective Morgan doesn’t wait for Brennan to be arraigned. He stands in front of a gaggle of reporters in a windbreaker that says Cedar Falls PD. He’s got uniformed officers standing on each side of him, looking official in their crisp blue uniforms. The update he gives is shocking.
“A man has been arrested in relation to the two bodies discovered in the Silverwood area,” he says. “The first has been identified as twenty-five-year-old Lena Harwell, reported missing eleven weeks ago. The second has been identified as twenty-seven-year-old Marissa Dent, a former acquaintance of the suspect.”
I glance over at Jasper, who’s still staring at the screen.
“Who’s Marissa Dent?” I ask.
“Some girl Brennan went to college with,” Jasper murmurs, not taking his eyes off the screen. “Morgan said he wouldn’t shut up about her during his interrogation. He kept asking a bunch of questions about her death.”
I comment, “Isn’t that a bit fucking weird? You’d think he’d know all about her death, since he’s the one who killed her and buried her in that shallow grave next to his girlfriend.”
Someone shushes us so we can hear what Detective Morgan is saying on the television.
“Both victims appear to have been buried in the same general location. The cause of death is pending autopsy.”
Reporters start throwing words like serial killer around. Morgan doesn’t correct them.
They show a shot of Brennan being walked into the precinct in handcuffs. He looks pretty beat up. I slowly turn and stare at Emily because I admitted to her that I punched Brennan. I say, “I just gave him an uppercut. He must have been an asshole to the cops as well.”
