"Yes," I tell him, reaching down to grab his ass and pull him toward me. "Now fuck me."
He smirks at my boldness and lines himself up. I'm so wet that his cock slides inside without him needing to guide it with his hand. We both groan at the sensation.
Then he starts moving. Really moving. Thrusting hard and deep, his chest heaving as sweat drips down onto my breasts. He leans forward and kisses my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point.
"Fuck, Ruby," he groans. "You feel incredible."
I wrap my legs around his waist, taking him deeper. He fucks me harder, the couch creaking beneath us, and I love every second of it.
I stare up at the white ceiling, lost in pleasure. Then I look at his face, flushed and focused and so fucking handsome. Then down at his chest, toned and muscular, covered in tattoos that I want to trace with my tongue.
I hope this isn't a one-time thing. Please, God, don't let this be a one-time thing. I don't want him to stop caring about me after the sex. Don't want him to get what he wanted and leave like Marcus did. I want him to stay. I want him to keep protecting me and Liam.
For once in my life, I've found someone I don't want to run away from.
My climax builds fast, my skin prickling with sensation. My inner thighs clench around his waist as the pressure coils tighter and tighter.
"Chaos," I gasp. "I'm about to cum."
"Let go, baby," he growls. "I've got you."
My eyes roll back as my orgasm crashes through me. I bite my lip hard to keep from screaming, my entire body trembling with the force of it.
The feeling of my pussy clenching around his cock must trigger something in him because he bites his lower lip, gasps, and I feel him pulse inside me. Once. Twice. Three times. Hot cum fills me, his cock throbbing as he empties himself deep inside.
"Fuck," he breathes, collapsing slightly on top of me before catching himself. "I'm sorry, I should have pulled out—"
"It's fine," I tell him, my hands coming up to cup his sweaty cheeks. "I'm on birth control. Have been since Liam was born."
Relief crosses his face. "That was incredible."
"It was," I agree, rolling slightly to the side. His softening cock slips out of me, and I immediately feel his cum start to trickle down my inner thigh.
Chaos pulls me close, wrapping his muscular arms around me. I feel so safe here. So protected. I have no words for how good this feels, being held by someone who actually gives a shit about me.
But reality intrudes as I feel more of his cum leaking out.
"Give me five minutes," I say, reluctantly pulling away from his embrace. "I need to clean up in the bathroom."
He chuckles, then reaches out and slaps my ass playfully as I stand. "I'll be waiting for you when you get back."
I walk toward the bathroom on shaky legs, my entire body still tingling with aftershocks. In the small bathroom, I clean myself up quickly, trying not to think too hard about what just happened.
I had sex with Chaos. Amazing, mind-blowing sex.
And now I want more. So much more.
I want him to stay the night. Want to wake up in his arms. I want to see if this incredible connection we have extends beyond physical.
But what if he leaves? What if this was just sex to him and nothing more?
I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Flushed cheeks, mussed hair, kiss-swollen lips. I look thoroughly fucked and happier than I've been in years.
Please don't let this be a mistake, I pray silently. Please let him be different. I take a deep breath and head back to the living room, ready to find out what happens next.
Chapter 9 - Chaos
I sit on the couch, still naked, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. Sweat drips down my temples, my cock soft against my belly, a few last drops of cum leaking onto my skin.
