His rhythm stutters, his breath catches. His strokesget shorter, his cock swelling inside me, impossibly thicker. A grunt of effort, a curse that slips out. His hand tightens painfully in my hair, like he’s too far gone to be careful anymore.
Then his hips slam into me for a final time, and I feel him coming inside me, cock twitching and spurting, his weight pressing me into the bed. My pussy clenches down hard on him, not wanting him to ever leave, and the pleasure is overwhelming. My body isn’t my own anymore; I haven’t simply come, I’vecollapsed. My breathing is labored, my heart is pounding so much it might burst. A muscle in one thigh quivers uncontrollably.
He slowly eases his grip on my hair. His chest presses into my back, his hips locked firmly against my ass, and he takes a shuddering breath, then lets it out right by my ear. Along with a chuckle that makes his body ripple.
“Jesus…” I pant. “Not that. No laughing. Too sensitive. Laughing bad.”
“Good sentences, Hellcat,” he teases, voice thick with amusement and lust. “If you can’t talk yet, I’ll regard that as an accomplishment.”
“Bastard.” He chuckles again, and I whimper. “No, sorry. Not a bastard… stop.Please.”
“Do you want me to move?”
“Never.” And it’s true. “Just… keep still, goddammit.”
In response, he twitches his hips, provoking an aftershock that has me gasping for air.
“A short break,” he muses, “then maybe we’ll goagain.”
“What?” I hear the alarm in my voice. “I need… a week, at least.”
And a week ago, I woke up to nothing. Right now, with his weight pressing me into the mattress, nothing sounds like the worst thing in the world.
He licks the back of my ear, and even that makes me shudder. Then he murmurs softly, “A week? No chance. Every day I’m not inside you? Wasted.”
“Okay,” I agree quickly. It might be the best deal I get. “Tomorrow, then. Just… no more tonight.”
He pauses. “Can you walk?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“Very well,” he concedes, with reluctance. “But next time… I’m not taking no for an answer.”
I slump into the mattress, half relieved, half exhausted, and fully replete. “When did you ever?”
Fourteen
Raven
I’m woken by a hand fisting in my hair.
“Come here, Hellcat,” Declan says, and his voice is so low it’s almost a growl.
He drags my head over… and down. I blink my eyes clear, draw a breath, my scalp tingling, and my face is pressed to his washboard stomach. Then pulled lower, until his hard cock bumps against my cheek. He lifts my head up, angles himself with his other hand, and pushes me onto him.
My mouth opens with a whimper that’s half protest, half sudden arousal, and the silky smooth hardness of him is shoved between my lips.
I’m fully awake now. Mouth watering, eyes blinking, breathing curtailed. Fear, uncoiling in my stomach. I don’t know what I’m doing.
I knowexactlywhat he wants, just… not how to do it.
Declan groans, hips bucking, fist tightening in myhair.
His cock twitches inside my mouth, sliding over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat. I jerk, wanting to cough, fighting not to gag. It’s not my first time with a cock in my mouth, but I can count my past experience on one hand, fingers left over. Disappointing, every time. For him, as well as me.
My barely suppressed anxiety floods in, and I put my hand on his hip, pushing away with an attempt at anothat comes out muffled.
“Kneel up,” he says. “It’ll be easier.” His hand doesn’t relax its grip in my hair, but he lets his cock slip from my mouth.
