by J. C. Grant
“I love you so much. I'm never letting you go.” I breathed her in, pulling her tighter against me. “Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”
“Fuck me, David. Fuck me to sleep.” My cock jumped at her throaty plea.
“We've gotta ton to do when we land. If I get inside you again, you won't be sleeping for hours, but I'll make you come until you fall asleep,” I whispered thickly, shoving my thigh between hers. I licked my fingers and pushed my hand down the front of her yoga pants, eager to give her what she wanted.
Pressing my lips to the back of her delicate neck, my slick fingers slipped through her soft folds, finding her swollen clit, circling it slowly. Teasingly. Her hips jerked back into me and my eyes closed as I gritted my teeth, restraining myself.
Goddamn, she always did this to me. All I could think about was burying my cock in her tight cunt and fucking her 'til neither of us could walk.
My other hand wedged under her, sliding under her shirt, pushing inside her bra. I groaned, palming her bare breast, then squeezing. The weight and heat felt perfect in my hand, making the lingering anxiety inside me uncoil.
I should have been worried about my uncontrollable, violent craving for her, how much I wanted her, what I was willing to do to keep her, but she was the only thing that had ever filled that emptiness inside me. She made everything right.
My thumb and forefinger closed around her engorged nipple, tugging firmly. Her breath hitched and her body bucked, her head pushed against my shoulder. Seeing her vulnerable neck exposed, I leaned in, latching on with lips and teeth, sucking the tender skin into my mouth.
“Oh. Oh, yes,” she cried out, her chest heaving.
I rolled her nipple roughly and she let out a long guttural groan that had my pulse racing and my dick throbbing. I licked her neck, my tongue firmly tracing along her throbbing vein.
“Bite me,” she breathed, arching, grinding her ass into my cock, her nails digging into my bicep.
My breathing turned harsh and ragged and a rumble grew in my chest as I bit and sucked her neck with barely restrained desire.
The way she responded to me fed something inside me. I didn't know what it was exactly. It felt primitive and possessive.
Almost predatory.
And dark.
I wanted to bleed on her, cover her in my sweat, blood and cum, wrap her up in everything that was me until there was no separation. Fuck, I wanted her to do the same to me. Mark me, claim me.
She whimpered and my need took over, moving my hand lower, fingers pushing inside her. I nudged the offensive obstacle deeper until I reached her sweet spot, the spongy bundle of nerves. I worked it viciously, pressing my thumb to her clit. Her body jolted, muscles tensing as she approached orgasm.
Licking along her pulse again, I murmured below her ear, “I can feel you. You're so close.”
“David,” she moaned, shifting her hips, making my cock harder. The way she unabashedly enjoyed sex, enjoyed my body, and taking pleasure from it, from me... I had never experienced anything like it. I had never responded to anyone the way I did her.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” I groaned as she rode my hand, her scorching heat suckling at my fingers.
I loved her like this. Her walls down.
Open.
Vulnerable.
To me.
For me.
My fingers pulled and pinched her nipple, giving her the roughness she needed and getting the response I craved as I worked her body to orgasm.
“David. Ugh. Yes, please,” she begged in a breathy voice that went straight to my cock, weakening my resolve not to fuck her.
I loved hearing her beg me. Hearing her admit how much she wanted me, how good I made her feel.
“Yeah, that's good. Just like that. Ride my hand,” I coaxed gently. Unable to resist anymore, my hips shifted, a gently thrusting motion, my body instinctively moving with hers as she writhed against me like we were fucking.
“More. I need more,” she said hoarsely.
“I'm gonna give you what you need. Just relax and let me take care of you,” I rasped thickly.
She made the sexiest, soft growling noise, causing my dick to pulse in desperation, demanding to plunge into her tight little cunt.
Her hand moved up to her breast, closing over mine, encouraging me. And my control slipped. A groan tore from my throat as I pinched her nipple hard, my muscles shaking with the effort not to thrust crudely against her.
My cock was positioned perfectly in the cleft of her ass as she unintentionally jacked me off. My jeans and the thin material of her tights did nothing to ease the sweet torture.
Our panting breaths and moans filled the small room as her hips sped up. Her body bucked hard and she was coming again.
“That's it, sweetheart. Come for me,” I soothed through my labored breath.
Her body tightened, then spasmed, obeying again. She cried out, her fingers clenched around mine, pushing her platinum band into my skin. My eyes landed on the diamond sitting on her hand. I was overwhelmed with a feeling I couldn't control, a need to consume her, possess her—the way she did me. That ring was proof that she was willing to let me.
Let me own her.
I just hoped my other secret wouldn't fuck that up.
CHAPTER THREE
Austin
“Austin.” David's gravelly voice purred, filling my entire being. His breath warming my ear. “Need to get up and get ready.”
“Okay,” I muttered barely above a whisper as his hand rubbed up and down my back.
“How do you feel?”
“Okay.” My voice was thick and groggy.
“You ready to get up?” he asked sweetly.
“Yeah, I'm good.”
“I'll get our stuff,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to my temple.
I knew he was hoping I didn't remember the conversation last night. He was hoping to put off whatever it was. Starting a marriage knowing there were secrets between us shouldn't bother me—considering I was withholding plenty of information from him, but it did.
“Sweetheart.” His deep voice startled me back to the present.
Sitting up, I opened the bag he sat next to me.
Of course he knows which bag I need first.
“Thank you, babe,” I murmured.
He sat heavily on the bed, silently watching me.
I didn't look up from my task of gathering my toiletries as I said, “David... we'll talk about it on the way.”
“We are getting married... regardless of how you feel about what I did.” His voice was gruff.
I looked up then. His face was hard, his gaze narrowed and determined.
“David, don't—”
“Austin—” he started, a warning tone in his voice.
“David, I didn't say anything about that, but if you don't stop being an asshole…” I paused, taking a breath, calming myself. “We're getting married. We're supposed to be happy, right?”
He visibly deflated.
Closing his eyes, he sighed, “Fuck. I'm sorry.”
When his dark eyes met mine again, I saw a desperation there that broke me. He was feeling insecure. I knew he had more insecurities than he let on. With his past being what it was, it was part of the package—sweet, nasty, possessive, dominant, desperate, and insecure.
Exactly what I needed.
“David, I've never wanted anyone the way I want you,” I reassured him. “I want to be with you.” Then I shifted to teasing. “Anyway, it's not like you'll let me run away now.”
He let out a relieved sigh. A smirk slowly formed on his face as his hand caught my wrist. “Come here.”
I got up and took the two short steps, standing between his knees.
“You know you're mine, don't you?” His voice was gruff, but there was a needy quality. His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer.
“Yeah.” I nodded, our gazes locked. I ran a hand through his hair, the other brushing along his strong neck, comforting and reassu
ring him. “I know I'm yours. Just like you're mine.”
“Fuck yeah, I'm yours.” His voice was a sexy growl with an underlying intensity that was as alarming as it was comforting. “You've owned me since the moment I saw you.”
His grip tightened. Possessively. Desperately.
“Kiss me,” he demanded when I tried to pull away.
“I need to—” I started, wanting to brush my teeth.
“Fucking kiss me.”
“David—”
His lips closed over mine, cutting me off. His tongue dipped in sweetly, shallowly, teasing me. Melting me. He made me not care about the state of my breath as his tongue sweetly explored my mouth. When he pulled away, I felt lightheaded, almost drunk with the sudden flush of arousal.
“Let's get ready,” he whispered, giving me a light smack on the ass, a sexy mischievous look on his too-handsome face.
He seamlessly shifted from a sensitive, insecure boy to a dominant alpha male. It left me reeling. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure as I grabbed my things and went into the bathroom. I was in the process of taking care of my issue when David opened the door. He stopped short. Staring.
“David!” I was surprised and annoyed that he hadn't immediately left and shut the door behind him.
“Want help?” he growled, using his sex voice.
“What? Get out!” I yelled.
“No. Why?” he asked, like I was completely ridiculous for requesting privacy, which I guess I was with him. Sharing a bathroom long-term wasn't something I had ever considered, but it was looking like something I really wanted to avoid.
“Get out.”
“No,” he said simply.
I didn’t know why I was so mad or embarrassed. He had seen all of me up close. Tasted me.
“Whatever,” I mumbled.
He laughed under his breath. I was torn by how sexy it was and how comfortable he was with me versus my own discomfort.
I quickly finished before sliding between him and the sink. He still seemed edgy, watching me as I went through my morning routine—his new intensity making me self-conscious. Then his body was curling around me, caging me. I tried to ignore whatever was going on with him. I couldn't tell if he was trying to be sweet or intimidating.
It was both.
In his dominant caveman way.
When I moved to leave, he gripped the doorframe, his thick arm blocking my way. I looked up at him, and he leaned down. His mouth sealed over mine, a sweet, slow, desperate dragging of lips.
That kiss told me everything. He was still feeling insecure and he was using that possessive dominance to cover it. It was incredibly sweet.
After a long moment, he reluctantly pulled away, his hand trailing down my side as I passed him.
I went to the bed, looking through the bags, finding my black sundress, black bra, black lace panties, and my nude platform sandals while David finished up in the bathroom.
“You made me come in my pants last night,” David rumbled behind me, startling me as I peeled off my leggings. His hands gripped my waist, steadying me as he continued, “Like a fucking teenager.”
I turned to look at him. “Did you really?” The perverse satisfaction I felt was surprising.
“Yeah. And you came eight times before you stopped asking for more, and stopped rubbing your ass against my dick,” he accused, a smirk forming on his face.
“It's not my fault you came in your pants.”
“Yes, it abso-fuckin-lutely is,” he laughed.
I tried to hide my grin as I dressed. My eyes transfixed as he pushed his shorts down his strong thighs, letting them drop to the floor. That body was addictive, and those shifting muscles called to me.
My pussy pulsed out its response.
Looking up, he caught my eye-fuck, and a devilish, smug smirk crossed his face. He pulled out a pair of gray sweats, putting them on with graceful movements. The thin material draped over his thick thighs, giving a tiny taste of what was beneath. They hung dangerously low, that sexy V on display. He shifted, digging through the bag again. The top of his ass peeking out, that thick muscle disappearing into his lower back...
Something in me softened. Warmed. My breath came faster. My heart rate kicked up.
“See something you like?” His deep growl drew my eyes away from that ass, up to his heated gaze. He knew exactly what he did to me.
I bit my lip and nodded.
“Those look really good,” I breathed.
His eyebrows went up in response. “Damn. I'm gonna get more gray sweats then.”
He grabbed a V-neck tee, watching me as he slowly pulled it over his head, making a show of it—his biceps flexing, abs bunching, taunting me until the thin, white cotton hid them from me.
He quickly repacked our bags and led me up to the front. I noticed that the attendant wouldn't look at me for more than a second at a time. So either I was having a wardrobe malfunction or David had said something. I was betting on the latter.
“David?” I asked, sitting down.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” he asked casually as he sat next to me.
I didn't respond. I just looked at him until he met my gaze, taking his attention off the attendant.
“What?” he whispered.
“Really?” I nodded toward the attendant to make my point.
“What?” he asked, trying to play innocent. Then his face and voice shifted. “You were asleep. You don't know... He was staring at your tits,” he whisper-yelled at me as if it was the most offensive thing the guy could have done.
“Kind of how women stare at you all the time?” I countered.
“That's different.” His voice was dismissive as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me tight against his side.
“How?” I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.
“Because I know guys,” he muttered, yanking me up into his lap. I clung to his neck and bicep as he manhandled me, draping my legs along the bench seat. His arm wrapped around my back, his large hand on my hip. “And they're bending you over the nearest flat surface in their minds.”
“Women are mentally fucking you too. Trust me, I did.” I couldn't look at him; we were so close it was unnerving. I could feel his breath on my face and his eyes on me.
“Really?” His voice betrayed his excitement over that possibility.
I glanced at him. His dark, intense eyes narrowed, and one side of his mouth lifted slightly into that almost smile.
“What were we doing?” he whispered huskily.
His voice igniting the familiar primitive sexual energy between us, just like the first time, but so much stronger now. My breathing turned shallow and I swallowed thickly.
“You were holding me down. Fucking me. Defiling me,” I said breathlessly.
“Turning you into my dirty girl?” His voice was pure sex.
“Yeah.” I felt his dick hardening underneath me and I shifted, grinding down. “David, fuck me.”
“I wanna fuck you so bad right now, but we don't have time.”
“David. Please. I need it,” I begged.
His hand came up, fingers threading through my hair, gently turning my face to his. Our noses barely an inch apart.
“I know you do. When we’re finished at the courthouse, I will. I promise. We land in fifteen minutes and I can't fuck you that fast,” he explained, staring at my mouth. “Once I get inside that pussy, I can’t stop.” His breath caught as I rotated my hips. His hand tightened in my hair, pulling, eyes closing as if pained. “Fuck, sweet girl.”
“I need your cock inside me, please,” I breathed against his jaw, his stubble rough against my lips.
My hips continued to shift unconsciously.
“Goddamn... you're horny as fuck on your period,” he growled, tugging roughly on my hair once.
“Uh-uh.”
“Yes, you are. My pretty pussy needs my cock, huh?” he asked roughly and a tiny bit patronizing, punctuated by his fingers diggi
ng into my hip.
“Yes,” I whimpered, grinding harder against his steely length.
When he didn't protest, I pulled away, standing to face him. Yanking my dress up, I quickly straddled his lap, my knees tucking tight against his hips, our chests barely touching. My hands roamed over his neck and shoulders as I slowly rubbed over his prominent bulge, his thick cock hitting all the right places. Nothing between us but lace and thin cotton. His chest expanded with a heavy breath, and that was all the encouragement I needed.
I moved with intention. My breasts were heavy and tender as I grazed his pecs, easing the ache of my hardened nipples. My clit throbbed for more as I rubbed against his straining cock. My fingers tightened on his neck as I leaned in, licking into his mouth. Coaxing him. His hands moved over my hips, up my sides in a firm glide. A deep surrendering groan rumbled out of him as I gently fucked his mouth.
“Oh fuck. Stop... I fucked you three times not even ten hours ago.” He let out a low, pained sound. “I'll fuck this pussy as much as you want after we get the marriage license filed for.”
I couldn’t understand why he was rejecting me, even halfheartedly. It stung more than I was willing to admit.
“You said whenever, wherever,” I reminded him trying to hide my disappointment as my hips shifted more purposefully, the thin material of his sweats doing nothing to hide the throbbing pulse and heat of his cock against me. It was maddening. I wanted it pulsing inside me, sliding into me, fucking me.
“Fuck, okay.” Then he muttered, “Fucking greedy pussy.”
Thinking I was getting what I wanted, my hips lifted to give him room.
“Make sure the car picking us up is a limo,” he said over my shoulder, cooling my arousal as he spoke to the attendant I had completely forgotten about.
“Uhh… Y-yes, sir,” I heard the attendant stutter.
I didn't turn to look at him, but from the sound of his voice, he heard all my begging. David seemed pleased by that fact as his eyes bored into mine with smug satisfaction. And I couldn’t help but wonder if he said no only to get me to beg in front of the guy, to make a point, prove ownership.
“Don't stop, sweetheart,” David coaxed, grinning devilishly as he pulled my hips back down until my full weight was on him. “Come on, keep grinding that sweet pussy on me.”