I drop back on the bed as his broad shoulders make my legs spread wide. My body opens to make room for him. My hips buck again at the first touch of his tongue to my clit. His hands grip my hips to keep me in place. It’s the only way I could stay still right now. I’m on the edge of another orgasm already.
“You have a greedy cunt,” he says against me, his tongue swirling around my clit. I try and thrust up again, but his hold on me is firm. I whimper. The control he has over my body right now should not be turning me on but it’s only adding fuel to the fire. He was right. My cunt is greedy. I am selfish right now and I don’t care.
“Take care of me,” I cry out, needing his tongue on my clit. The orgasm is right there. I am on the verge and I need him to tip me over.
“Always,” he says before he sucks my clit into his mouth. I scream out his name, coming again. This one is harder and longer than the last. I didn’t know that was possible. Still I crave more. I need him inside me. I was never more hungry for something in my life. That’s saying a lot coming from me.
My eyes open to find him looming over me. “I should go slower, take my time, but fuck,” he grits out. “I’ll make it up to you.” His mouth comes down onto mine. What does he have to make up for? I’ve come twice in minutes. If anything, I have making up to do.
I taste myself on his lips as I deepen the kiss. I gasp into his mouth as he thrusts inside of me all the way to the hilt. “Sorry,” pours from his mouth again between kisses as he holds himself deep inside of me. It takes a few minutes to get used to his size.
“Please tell me you’re okay.” His words are thick. Almost choked out of him. His breathing heavy. My eyes meet his and I can see the primal need he has for me. He’s fighting a losing battle. I want him too. His loss of control is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
“Take me.” I dig my fingers into his back. He closes his eyes for a moment, sucking in a breath.
“You’re so fucking tight. Tell me this pussy is mine, shortcake. I’m going to come so deep inside your cunt that you’ll feel me in there for days.” My hips are meeting his thrusts. My body is wound so tight that it feels like it could explode at any minute.
“I’m waiting. You’re not coming until you tell me the words I want to hear.” His thrusts get slower until he completely stops. My nails dig into his ass, trying to make him move, but it’s no use.
“It’s yours!” I scream. My body is begging for release. I’ll do or say anything to get it, I reason with myself. Not because on some level I feel those words might be true.
“I know it’s mine, shortcake. I just wanted to make sure you realized whose it was.” That beautiful mouth comes down to meet mine as he sends me over the edge. Doing as he said he would. Taking care of me.
Chapter 6
Cullen
“Finally decided to come to work, eh, Castile?” Noah Donalds shouts out from across the locker room.
He’s lucky I’m full of pancakes and sex or I’d punch my fist into his face. Instead, I slam the locker shut with one hand and hold up the middle finger of my other hand.
“What were you doing anyway that you had to take emergency leave?” Donalds asks as he ambles over to my side.
I head out toward the bullpen. “Family shit.” No way I am telling Donalds anything about my business. He might as well have a megaphone attached to his mouth. There isn’t a secret in the squad room that he hasn’t shared at least once. If I wanted someone to know shit—wait, Donalds is perfect, I realize. I want to get out there that I’m seeing MJ so that if anything happens to her—like she accidentally sets someone on fire again—I’ll get the message. “My fiancée’s sister was having some issues and I was just helping out.”
“Your fiancée?” Donalds’ jaw drops around his knees and his eyes nearly fall out of his face. “Does Tony know about this?”
“Why wouldn’t she?” I ask, pretending like it is common news when not even my partner, said Tony, is aware.
“Because I haven’t heard anything and I know all the gossip in this place.” He taps on his thin chest to emphasize his point.
I ignore him. When we reach the bullpen, I take a moment to scan the noisy room for my partner. I need to get to her before anyone else does or she’ll staple my balls to the wall for keeping her in the dark. In my defense, I only met MJ yesterday so I should be cut a little slack. What am I saying? This is Tony, toughest detective in this precinct. Donalds is the least of my worries. Thankfully, I spot Tony at her desk, pecking away at some report—probably the arrest report for Bernie Swanson. I heard she collared the shyster last night.