Page 45 of Riot Act
Not content with his work yet, he parts me, pressing his fingers into me, rubbing his wetness intomywetness…
Fuck. I didn’t even realize Iwaswet until now.
And I am. Ireallyam.
“Looks like you don’t need any help from me,” Pax rasps out.
Stunned, absolutely staggered by what’s happening, I can only shake my head. I dig my fingernails into the lip of the chest of drawers when he finds my clit, smirking wickedly, and begins to rub it.
“Ahhh! Oh my god!”
Pax ducks down even lower, curving himself over me, so much bigger, taller, stronger than me, until his lips are dangerously close to brushing mine. “You come here to fuck, Firebrand?” he whispers. “Is that what you did? You think one kiss in a hospital bed entitles youthis?” His hand finds mine. He guides it to his dick, forcing me to take hold of him, closing my fingers around the rigid, hard length of him.
A startled gasp flies out of my mouth. I touched him at the party, in the forest. IthinkI did. Everything from that night is such a blur. There won’t be any forgetting this, though. My fingers don’t need any further encouragement. I tighten my hold around him, squeezing hard, and I catch the little shudder that ripples through his body. “That kiss didn’t earn me anything,” I pant. “But I have a feeling you want to givethisto me anyway.” I dig my nails into him, through the fabric of his sweats, and Pax bares his teeth. He doesn’t pull my hand away, though.
“Careful, Firebrand. You have any idea what you’re doing?”
Nope. I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. I’ll figure it out if I have to, though. I’ve been waiting way too long for this. And here, in Pax’s bedroom, with his calloused fingers probing the most intimate parts of my body, expertly waking me up, making me come alive…Idofeel like I’m alive. I don’t feel like I’m dying. I don’t want to die, and the relief I feel because of that is insane.
I squeeze harder, and Pax gives me a worryingly pleased open-mouthed smile. “This is your out, Chase. You know where the door is. If you wanna leave, let go of my cock, grab your shit and walk out of here right now.”
“No.”
He flicks my top lip with his tongue. “No?”
I shake my head. “No.”
“All right, then.” His hands are on me in a heartbeat. He lifts me from the chest of drawers, snatching me up into his arms, and my legs have nowhere else to go but around his waist. My breasts smash up against his chest, and the slick wet heat between my legs presses up against his rock-hard stomach.
My hair falls in a curtain around his face as he hikes me higher, folding me into his arms, and he snarls as he tips his head back to claim my mouth. “Kiss me like you fucking mean it,” he orders. “Kiss me the way you want me to fuck you.”
I react. I’m higher up than him, the way he’s holding onto me, and I bring my mouth down on his with a desperate need. Nearly four years’ worth of pent-up desire surges out of me like a tsunami; I force his mouth open and drive my tongue past his lips, and Pax grunts, maybe a little thrown off by my response. I lick and I taste him, kissing him so deeply and desperately that it actually takes him a second to catch up.
When he does, he’s an avalanche. A riptide. An unstoppable force of nature that I can’t reckon with. His right hand digs into my hair, his fingers closing to fist a handful of my thick waves, and the next thing I know, he’s throwing me down onto the bed, onto my back, and he’s ripping his sweats down his legs. My ribs are still sore, my chest fucking screams at the rough treatment, but I don’t care. I barely even notice the pain.
Pax’s cock springs free, standing proud, and my breath catches in my throat. It’s not the length. Don’t get me wrong, he has a solid six and a half inches to work with. Nothing to complain about at all. It’s the girth of it that has me swallowing hard. I’ve never seen a dick this thick before. No way could I close my hand around it properly. No way I’ll be able to fit it into my mouth, for God’s sake. What the hell am I going todowith it?
Pax is out of breath; his shoulders hitch up and down as he leans against the end of the bed, resting his thighs against the mattress. “On your front. Right now. I wanna see your ass.”
My cheeks flame. Heat explodes in my stomach, spreading down between my legs and rising up the back of my throat. I feel like I’ve just spontaneously combusted and any second now the bed is going to go up in flames.
Pax gives me an impatient look—he’s not used to waiting for what he wants. I’ve never just presented my ass to someone for their inspection, though. None of this is familiar to me. I’m a fish out of water, and it’s taking a monumental effort of will to keep my shit together right now. Slowly, I roll over onto my stomach. Pax makes a guttural sound of appreciation when I hop up onto my knees. “You’re being such a good fucking girl. You wanna make me happy. That’sverygood.”
Warmth spreads across my chest at his praise. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I want more of that praise. I’ll give him whatever he wants if he’ll lace his voice with more of that soothing approval. I’ll do whatever he tells me. I’ll degrade and debase myself in every possible manner if he’ll just—
“Knees wide. Spread them as far as they’ll go. I wanna see every part of that pretty little asshole.”
I leap at the command, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth.
“So fucking needy,” Pax purrs. He caresses the curve of my ass in his palm, barely grazing my flesh with his touch, and I start to tremble. I can’t stop. The more I try to still myself, the harder I shake.
He grips me hard out of nowhere, both hands closing around my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and I let out a surprised gasp.
“The house is empty right now, so I’ll allow that.” His fingers gouge deeper. “If you do that when one of the boys are home, though, you won’t like the consequences. If you’re here and I’m fucking you, you’re silent, Chase. You understand?”
I bite down on my lip, holding my breath, nodding quickly. I can be quiet as a church mouse. He won’t even hear mebreathe. In my head, I’m not quiet. I’m the furthest thing from it. I’m crowing, victorious, practically screaming, because what he just said implies that this won’t be a one-time thing. It sounds as if he intends for there to be more of this between us, and that is music to my ears.
He jerks my hips, pulling me back down the bed toward him. His stomach presses against the backs of my thighs, the head of his erect cock trapped between our bodies, rubbing firmly against my pussy, and I damn near lose all control. I want to push back against him, to rub myself against him, rolling my hips, but I’m too overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation to do anything other than shake.
