“I don’t give away control often. If ever. But what you made me feel at the hotel... I want to feel that again. I want you to take away some of this overwhelming control I carry every day,” he says, as his hand goes to the chain around his neck.
There’s some vulnerability mixed with the lust in his eyes, and I know he needs this as much as I do.
“Anything you need,” I say, going to sit on the chair a few feet away from him. He looks taken back but doesn’t say anything, as if he’s waiting for me.
“Take off your clothes, Emris,” I tell him, pointing the gun at him and making sure not to put my finger anywhere near the trigger. His eyes flash, and a smirk takes over his handsome face as he stands from the bed. He grabs the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it to the ground.
The lamp on his nightstand casts a soft, warm light in the room, and shadows fall gently across his torso, showing off the dark tattoos growing up his neck. The sound of his belt coming off follows. Emris takes his time undressing, giving me a perfect show of his sculpted body.
Every fucking inch is perfect.
A long few minutes pass, and he’s standing naked in front of me. His cock is hard as a rock, tempting me to do whatever I want with it.
“Sit on the bed.” I stand from the chair before I remove my clothes so I’m naked along with him.
Picking the gun back up, I look to make sure the safety is on, but I don’t see one.Fuck. My heart pounds at the chance I might actually hurt him if I get carried away. Emris must see the hesitation in my eyes, because he then lets out a deep chuckle.
“There’s no safety. Better be extra careful. I’d like to enjoy you more than once,” he says jokingly, but I don’t feel much better. Trying to have some faith in myself, I lower down onto his lap, and his erect cock rubs against my clit perfectly.
I never imagined this was where we’d be when I first met Emris. He’s somehow made his way into my heart, and that terrifies me. This is wrong. Everything about us is. But fuck, I’m so done fighting it. Emris feeds my soul. He gives me everything I need. Everything I want in every single way.
I press my lips to his shoulder and work my way up his neck, the gun pressed between us. Pulling back, I look at him wanting to make sure this is what he wants. The smile on his face tells me he’d rather be nowhere else.
“Are you sure?” I ask, wanting to make sure he’s comfortable and not regretting this.
“If I wasn’t, I can assure you that you wouldn’t be pressing a gun to my chest, baby. Now do whatever the fuck you want to me.”
I push gently on his shoulder, and he falls back onto his elbows, letting me see him in all his naked glory. Jesus, he’s beautiful. I let my eyes drag down his muscles, all the way down to his cock that I now want desperately inside of me.
I reach down and run the tip of his length through my wetness until he’s coated in me. Then, I line him up with my entrance before slowly lowering myself down onto him. Emris squeezes the meat of my hips, and a whimper escapes his mouth as he watches himself disappear inside of me.
Fuck, that was hot.
Wanting to torture him a little, I go even slower, enjoying the way each inch feels going inside of me until he’s fully settled inside of me.
Gently, I push on his chest until he falls all the way back onto the sheets. He has a perfect view of my naked body, and the way his eyes are eating me up makes me feel powerful.
“Why do you love me, Emris?” I ask him, leaning forward and pressing the gun to his chest as I rise from his cock and lower myself repeatedly. It takes him a few seconds to get himself under control enough to talk.
“I don’t just love you, Brielle. Whatever I feel for you is well beyond love,” he says breathily. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.” His hands grip the sheets as he keeps his eyes glued to where we are connected.
The faster I ride him, the closer I get to my orgasm.
“You feel so good, Em,” I tell him, and he moans.
This man, who’s obsessed with me, is so achingly beautiful.
And he’s mine.
Completely fucking mine.
Euphoria washes over me, and I come hard. The gun isn’t as steady as before, and Emris holds my hand still as I come down.
He grabs my hips and begins thrusting upward into me. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn perfect.” His hips pick up speed, becoming more brutal with each thrust. I try to set the gun down away from us, but he grips my wrist, bringing the barrel over his heart.
“Emris, I’m moving too much,” I moan, not wanting him to stop but also not wanting to fucking shoot him.
“Don’t you dare move that gun from my chest. If I’m to die right now, I’d die happy knowing it was you who did it,” he says, and my mouth falls open as another orgasm washes over me. But for this one, I keep my eyes open and try my hardest to keep the gun still.
