Page 73 of Riot Reunion
Pax dips down, cupping my breast in his hand, snarling as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. He doesn’t comment on the size of my boobs, but I know that he notices. It’s hard not to. They’re much fuller than they were the last time we had sex. And far, far more sensitive. He groans again, burying his face into my chest, biting a little more gently this time, though still hard enough to make me lock up, fisting the bedsheets underneath me.
Releasing a feral growl, he bites my collarbone instead, harder, his teeth clamping around bone hard enough that I am definitely going to be marked there, too. The pressure of his teeth dances right on the border between pleasure and pain, and holy shit do I like it.
Continuing to fuck me, rolling his hips on top of me, Pax takes me by the jaw again, tipping my head down so that I have to look at him.
“I’m going to tease and fuck every single one of your holes, Chase. I’m gonna finger fuck you while I eat your ass. I’m gonna slide my cock so far down your throat that you’ll be wearing your mascara on your cheeks.” He licks his lips, desire burning hot in his gaze as he wets his fingers and then slides them into my mouth. With his index finger and middle finger, he hooks the inside of my cheek, forcing my mouth open wider. “And when you can’t take it anymore, when you’re begging me to let you come, I’m going to fuck that tight little asshole of yours until you climb the fucking walls and name me God.”
“Pax! Fuck, Pax, I’m—I’m—”
He grins mercilessly, an unforgiving glimmer dancing in his eyes that sends a spike of adrenalin careening through my veins. Goddamn, he is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I run my hand over his shaved head, relishing the prickle of his shorn hair, but Pax tuts disappointedly, pinning my hands above my head again.
“Touching me is a privilege,” he rumbles. “You can earn that right back once you’ve serviced me on your knees. For now, you’d better keep your hands where I damn well put them. Understand?”
My heart pounds, stumbling out of control. My throat is so dry, I can’t speak. I—
Pax drives himself home, baring his teeth and he spears me onto the end of his dick. “Do you understand?” he repeats.
“I understand! I—I—ah!” I have minutes left of this. Maybe only seconds. He’s driving me to the point of madness. I need to come. My body reaches for release, but just as I am about to topple over the edge of the precipice I stand on and go hurtling into the blissful abyss, Pax leans back, sitting upright. His strong hands take me by the hips, and he jerks me toward him, so that my legs are wrapped around his waist. Still inside me, he rocks himself deeper, hitting a part of me that feels so fucking intense that I let out a startled yelp. My mind goes blank when he rolls my clit with his thumb, working it in tight circles as he fucks me.
“You feel this?” He applies gentle pressure on my lower stomach with his free hand, right above my pubic bone.
Suddenly, his erection buried inside me, rubbing against ahighlysensitive part of pussy, and the rolling pleasure of him stroking my clit, is amplified ten-fold; it’s as though a low current of energy has been coursing through me this whole time, but someone just cranked the current up to eleven. I squirm against the multitude of sensations that collide in my lower belly wall.
“Answer me.”There’s a warning in Pax’s tone.
“I feel it. Yeah, oh ho, ho, ho, holy shit. That’s so…sointense. Fuck!”
“This is how I’m gonna make you squirt all over my cock, Chase.”
I open my eyes wide, glaring at him in horror. “No! It’ll…make…make a…”
He pinches the inside of my thigh, shaking his head chidingly. “Don’t youdaretell me you don’t wanna make a mess.”
“But…the bed…”
“It’smyfucking bed. I can do whatever I want in it. If I want you to baptize me in your pussy juices and soak right through these sheets, then that’s what you’re damn well gonna do.”
Ican’tdo this for him. I’ve never done it before. Not that I’ve tried, but—
Holy fucking shit!
My mouth falls open, my back arching away from the bed, as Pax slams himself harder into me, rubbing my clit faster, more of a flicking than a rubbing motion now. It feels…so different. I want…fuck, I don’t know what I want, but the building tension in my body feels strange, and hot, and like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
“Lift your hips.” Pax pulls out of me, sliding himself free for a moment.
“Huh?”
“Lift your hips, Chase. Do it.”
I adopt bridge pose, a brief summer of yoga classes kicking into play, not quite sure what he wants from me or why. While my ass is in the air, Pax slides a pillow underneath me. “Down,” he orders.
I let my hips sink back down, and the moment he thrusts back into me, a low, guttural growl issuing from his throat, I know that I’m in big, big trouble. That wild, new pressure I felt when he was fucking me? Yeah, that’s a million percent more intense now. When Pax places the heel of his palm against my lower stomach again, applying that steady, even pressure, I feel like I’m going to explode.
“PAX!”
I forgot that he’d been stroking my clit. He sets his fingers to work again, as if what he’s doing isn’t already driving me mad, and I light up like a fucking signal flare.
“Oh shit. That feels…fuck, Pax. I’m going to…I’m go—I can’t—” I come, a blinding light splintering my mind, and Pax lets out a savage snarl of victory.
