Scorch (Virtues & Lies Book 2)

by Alexandra Silva

  Chapter 35

  Christopher

  Arabella’s moans fill the air, vibrating through every cell of my body as her pussy clenches around my tongue. Shaking in my arms, her thighs strain to press closed with each loud whimper.

  Her pussy blushes with every lick, and when I suck her clit into my mouth, her entire body trembles. My dick hits the back of her throat as her she goes completely lax over me, and it takes everything in me not to thrust deeper. It takes every vestige of control not to come as her throat tightens around my length.

  Fuck! Even the scrape of her teeth along my shaft is enough to have my balls pulling tight.

  I need to fuck her so desperately that it’s become a gluttonous, cutting torment. The sight of her pink cunt clenching for me to fill her and the taste of her desire overwhelms me.

  “Up!” The impatient order hisses from my lips with a loud cracking smack to the side of her arse.

  With a choked moan, Arabella throws her head back as I drag her down my body. She’s so fucking drenched, her skin glides effortlessly over mine, leaving a trail of her longing for me. And God, I want to make her come so hard all over again that her pleasure isn’t a puddle on the floor, or a mere taste in my mouth…I want her essence to seep through my pores.

  Bringing my hands up her body, to her waist, I sit up. Her back presses to my front as she collapses into my chest.

  “You’re not done, are you?” Biting her lip, her words are barely coherent as her heated stare mirrors mine.

  Not even close, baby.

  A wickedly lewd smile pulls at her lips, her fat bottom lip dragging past her teeth. Mouth opening with a deep breath, she looks as if she’s about to say something. Instead lifting on her knees, she crushes her lips to mine.

  It’s a hard and demanding kiss, so full of all the incredible things that make up the beguiling woman I married that I’m thunderstruck. I have a moment where I honestly believe that we can turn back time. We can make things right. We can be the same kids who promised each other everything no matter what.

  But then Arabella pauses, hand cupping the back of my head and fingers knotting in my hair. Pulling back, she presses the tip of her nose to mine, in that way I always tease her about because even with something so gentle and sweet, she manages to make a bold and ardent statement.

  I smile, and she narrows her eyes at me.

  She knows what I’m thinking.

  For someone so full of grace and softness, your affections lack finesse.

  It’s what I love about her the most. I don’t have to think and overthink her actions. They’re easy and plain to see.

  My grin widens, and with a straight face, she says, “I want you to fuck me.” After a breathy beat she adds, with a lick to her lips, “I want you to fuck my arse.”

  Holy fucking sweet, sweet Jesus.

  “Come again?” Pulling back slightly, I search her face. It wasn’t on my agenda, but my dick has already given his approval as it throbs, pressing to her pussy.

  “That’s the idea.” Sucking her lip back into her mouth, her hooded gaze drops to the hollow of my throat.

  Now she chooses to be bashful?

  “Yeah?”

  Skimming my hand to the bottom of her belly, I flex into her. The tip of my cock nudges her clit, and with a loud gasp, she nods. Her chest shudders with the way she trembles in my embrace while I brush her hair behind her ears with my other hand.

  “I want to feel you everywhere,” Arabella moans as she guides my cock inside her hot pussy with one hand. The other tightens in the hair at my crown, the deeper she sinks onto me.

  “I am everywhere, Belles,” I manage to groan as I rock deeper, crushing her down on me. Her throaty whimper is abuzz with aching bliss. “There isn’t anywhere I haven’t touched. There isn’t a single part of you I haven’t tasted. There isn’t a single cell I don’t own. You’re mine. Only mine, as I am only yours. Every single inch of me.”

  My cock bottoms out in her, and I can feel her arousal run down my balls with every flex of my hips. Frantic need blushes her face, hazing her eyes and vibrating through her in gulps and pants.

  “No pun intended,” I tell her as I kiss her forehead, releasing her grasp of my hair before I lift her off my dick.

  Spreading my legs, I sit her on her knees between them. The curve of her arse is so fucking perfect. Round and plump. I swear to God, my dick’s weeping from just looking at her.

  As she leans forward, bracing herself on her hands, her cheeks part. She’s fucking drenched and engorged. Her cunt and her arsehole clench as she brings herself closer, tucking herself right up to my groin.

  Feet sliding under my thighs, she couldn’t get closer if she tried. And as much as I want to get to it and fuck her as she requested, I take a moment to admire just how stunning she is.

  There’s a heady heaviness in the air, and it makes it impossible to catch my breath. It’s hazing everything around us, tinging it with a dreamlike quality, a film of longing and wistfulness.

  The only way to anchor myself is to touch Arabella. Tracing her shoulders with my hands, I relish the pounding of my heart. Finally, it beats with something other than anger or sorrow. It drums with expectation and need, calling out to hers.

  Mouth watering as my fingers trail down her back, I swallow down the greed for her. She reaches back, her head tipping with the bow of her body, and stroking my cock, she guides me to her dripping cunt.

  “You feel so fucking good,” she grits with a lust-smoked fog to her words.

  Teasing, she inches back and forth on the tip of my cock, the pucker of her arse pulling taut the deeper she impales herself. With her hand slipping down my shaft, squeezing, and fingertips stroking the underside, nails raking…

  “You’re so hard. Jesus, I want you to fuck me so bad. So deep. God, Christopher…”

  A gasp cuts off her words. Her hand flattens on the flat above my cock. She hasn’t even taken everything yet, but she’s pulsing around me.

  Holding her still where she’s seated, I push farther into her.

  “Holy shit!”

  “You wanted deep. I’m not even all in.” I jolt her all the way down my dick to her gritted curse. “Still feel good?”

  “Fuck yes!”

  That’s my girl.

  “Good,” I say as I take her hand. My free hand rounds her stomach so that my forearm holds her exactly where she is.

  The softness of her body is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. She’s everything I could ever possibly want and need. She’s comfort and strength.

  Holding her is like holding a precious jewel—you know it’s too tough to break, but you can’t help but be careful and gentle with it. It’s a natural respect and regard. Something engrained in the fibre of this world.

  As I guide her hand to my mouth, she folds limply over my forearm with loud moans and blissful curses, the sensation of her movements making me throb deep in her cunt.

  And leaning over her, I suck her middle finger into my mouth. I have to pull my arm free of her, but before she moves, I hold her nape, pressing her down on me as her shoulders meet the bed, her legs spread, her body opening up completely to me.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I say, guiding her hand down my body. The strain of her muscles is fucking spectacular. “I should tie you up and leave you like this.”

  Pulling out a slow fraction, I swipe her finger over my shaft, collecting her juices, all the way up until the elegant point of her finger reaches her arsehole.

  “You really want me to fuck this tight little arse, you better work it loose,” I say, circling her finger around the puckered ring.

  Her groan vibrates down her body, all the way down to my cock. The slight movements are enough to make me ready to bolt my load inside her.

  As she works the tip of her finger inside her, I can’t take my eyes off her. Her breaths become loud and grunty as I pulse my cock in and out of her, never actually pulling out or emptying her.

  Sh
e’s so fucking tight that she’s fighting her own slim finger. Pulling it out, I spit all the water pooling in my mouth onto her hole.

  The shudder that wracks her body is intoxicating. Arabella may be the epitome of a lady, but with me…she can be whatever she wants to be. Dirty…lewd…

  She could have me fill all her holes at once whilst dripping all over the place, and all I would see is the girl who gave me shit with her badly disguised smiles. I would only ever see the sacred being she is.

  Throbbing around my cock, her cunt drips down my balls as I lubricate her arsehole with my spit. Pulling out to my tip, I then press in slowly at the same time as I guide her finger two knuckles deep, until her arm can’t stretch any more to go deeper.

  “Work it.”

  Swiping up her cream, I smear it around her finger.

  The added pressure from her digit makes it impossible for me to control my thrusts. It feels too good. So fucking crammed that I feel her knuckle as I drag my cock in and out in time with the motion of her finger.

  I know when she’s become adjusted to the pressure. The loosening of her body releases some of the chokehold on my dick.

  “Add another.”

  “What?” Her voice shakes as I slam inside her.

  “Add. Another. Finger.” I punctuate my words with three quick, sharp thwacks to the top of her arse. “Pry that arse open for my cock.”

  The sound of her groan as I pull her finger out is so throaty and husky that my balls pull taut. Dragging more of her wetness to her hole, I lubricate her index finger along with the one she already had inside her. It’s not enough though, so I spit one more time, watching as it runs down her crease to her clenching arsehole.

  Using her fingers, I smear it over her puckered flesh before squeezing her fingers together and adding some pressure. The tip of the middle one goes in with a pleasured sigh, then as the other eases in, her breaths get louder. Desperate. Shakier.

  “Oh my God…holy fuck, Christo…”

  With her face buried in the duvet, it’s impossible to make out her muffled cries. But with the way she carries on pressing her fingers inside, moving them in shallow, measured thrusts, it’s obvious she’s enjoying it. And I love that. I love that she’s regained some of her confidence with me. It makes our intimacy all the more sweet and sexy.

  God, she’s so fucking sexy with her body all strained and shaking with her heavy breaths. It makes it so hard for me to control myself. I’m aching to make her take every inch of my dick again. Aching to take her in the way she needs me to.

  Planting myself as deep as I can in her pussy, I watch the way she fucks her arsehole. Slow at first. But her fingers steadily pick up pace, her knuckles kneading my cock over the thin wall separating her holes.

  The glint of the soft light catching on her rings inflates my chest with so many feelings, I can’t contain them.

  I can’t take this anymore. I need to fuck her. I need to hear her scream my name to the fucking heavens.

  Spitting on my index finger, I fuck her pussy with slow thrusts. My cock begs for more. Faster. Rougher. Deeper. Instead I hold the shallow pulse, all the while pressing my finger between hers. Spreading them apart. Stretching her. Her loud raspy pants build to choppy groans, and when I press my finger inside with hers, the tight muscle squeezing so hard that I feel its chokehold on my bones, her other hand stretches above her, clutching at the bedding with the thrashing of her head.

  “Oh God…Oh God…Oh God…”

  Drinking in her enraptured whines like clamour, I pull her fingers out before adding another of mine. The faster and harder I fuck her arse with my fingers, the more she rocks back, fucking herself on my dick. Our breathing crescendos to a climax that might break through the walls.

  “Oh shit!” Her words bite with the squeeze of her pussy and her arse. “You’re going to make me come!”

  “That’s the idea.”

  Grabbing her waist, I pull her up, twisting my fingers deeper, until they’re completely buried inside her. My cock bottoms out to her loud moan. And the minute I drag the hand at her waist down to her clit, she detonates with the slightest brush, the force of her orgasm bearing down on my dick until I have no choice but to pull out. Her pleasure soaks the bedding, my dick, her thighs…

  Removing my fingers form her arsehole, I collect as much of her wetness as I can, swiping it up her thighs and pussy, all the way to her clenching hole. Stroking my cock with my other hand, I get it as wet as possible.

  After all this, I don’t even think I’ll last all that long. But fuck me if I won’t deliver on this one request of hers. Anchoring her trembling body on her hands, Arabella’s fevered pants slow to steadying breaths.

  “How the hell have you not come yet?” she asks breathily, looking over shoulder at me. Her eyes rove down my chest to where my painfully hard erection sits on my stomach.

  “Dirty socks.”

  “Shut up,” she laughs. “You are not thinking of dirty socks while you’re fucking me.”

  Definitely not. But the prospect of getting up in her arse is enough incentive to make sure I keep myself from bolting my load.

  “Hmmm…” I lean back on one of my elbows with a shrug, stroking myself with my free hand. “You know, you really don’t want to get all dry again.”

  Butting her arse to my groin again, she says, “After tonight, I don’t know if I’ll ever be dry again.”

  A bright blush flushes her cheeks, creeping all the way to the tip of her nose and down her neck.

  Fucking hell.

  Reaching back, she closes her hand around mine on my shaft, gliding it all the way up until my dick bobs back to my belly with a wet slap. Letting go of my hand, she fists my cock, and bracing on her other hand, she leans forward, opening herself to me again. Holding me to her drenched pussy, she rubs herself on my dick, slowly coating me in her juices.

  “Do you mind?” Glancing over her shoulder with a lick of her lips, she nods down at where our bodies meet.

  “Not at all.” I spit on my fingers before rubbing them over the tip of my dick and then her arsehole.

  There’s a slight tremble to her body as she guides me through her folds, to her tight hole.

  A groan rumbles from my lips as she holds my cock to her, pressing herself down on it in shallow pulses.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight…”

  A giggle bubbles up from her, breathy and wanting. It’s been so long since I’ve heard that noise. That fucking schoolgirl giggle that makes my insides sigh.

  The sound is so blissful that I’m ready to take the control back. I’m ready to forgo her arse and bury myself inside her quickly. So I can feel the glee inside her.

  Feel it vibrate from her to me. But before I can change the direction, Arabella bears down on me. A shuddering gasp accompanies the tight heat that engulfs the tip of my dick as her tight hole chokes it.

  “Oh fuck,” she cries softly. Her warmth sends frissons of want and need and reverence through me.

  I want to fucking adulate every precious bit of her. And as she inches down my cock, my hands squeeze her arse cheeks, prying them apart, helping her ease herself over me.

  The sight of my thick, straining dick stretching her tiny hole does things to me I can’t comprehend. I want to debase her even as I worship her.

  Thrusting up into her, I push myself upright, until my front meets her back. The soles of her feet press to my glutes, her hands anchoring down on my hips as she moves over me. Her steady rhythm trips up every so often when I bottom out in her arse.

  Bracketing her groin with my hands, I swipe my thumbs through her pussy, rounding over her clit.

  “One of these days I’m going to fuck you just like this with my cock as you fill your pussy with one of your toys. And if you think you’re full now…”

  Trailing a hand up her belly, I take my time caressing her soft skin. I trace the thin silky line at the base of her stomach, over and again to her tear-stained moans.

  I
keep her momentum with my other hand. Guiding her movements. Her undulating grind on my cock.

  When I stroke up to the scar on the side of her belly, her hand presses to the back of mine. Her entire body stiffens.

  “There isn’t a single part of you I haven’t fucked. There isn’t a single part of you I haven’t tasted.” I thrust up into to her, reminding her of the way in which I’m taking her right now. Reminding her of the intimacy she’s giving me. The trust. The love. The body. “There will never a part of you haven’t touched or seen.”

  “Christopher…” she cries softly with her body pressing down on mine completely.

  Fuck.

  My dick throbs, and my balls tighten with the unforgiving grip of her body.

  “Morena.”

  “Cariño.” Her sex-soaked murmur bathes my hammering chest as she tucks the top of her head to the crook of my neck, her hand taking mine to her full breast. Her fingers splay mine around her nipple before she squeezes them closed around it. “I want to come with you buried inside me like this. I need you to fill me. Fill me to the brim, baby.” Her dry rasp hitches as I press as deep as I can. “I don’t want to be empty anymore.”

  It’s heartbreaking that she feels this way. It makes me want to roar. It makes me want to break this world just as it’s broken her. But most of all, it makes me want to give her everything she’s asked for.

  Retribution.

  Revenge.

  Love.

  Me.

  She can have it all. It’s all hers. Because without her I am empty. I am lost. I am nothing.

  Cupping her pussy with the hand at her groin, I drive two fingers into her cunt.

  “More.”

  Pulling my fingers out at her breathy order, I add another, thrusting back inside her fevered pussy.

  “Fuck. Fuck me harder.”

  Her hands fall to my thighs as she takes what she needs from me. Pinching her nipple, I fuck her pussy relentlessly. Her entire body trembles with every slap of our flesh.

  I don’t know what it is about tonight. But the more we give, the more we want. I want to fucking own every inch of her. I want to devour everything she has to give.