Chapter 7
His eyes are murderous when he says this. I know he’s serious. My heart is tethering to this man, and if I don’t watch it, he will own me before I realize it.
I reach my hand out to his neck and pull his mouth to mine. It has been way too long since I felt wanted. Desired.
His lips crash down on mine and my body instantly melts to his. It’s like my body was made to fit against his.
I take my hand and slide it under the front of his shit, and my whole body shudders when I feel the rippling of his abs. His arms circle around to my backside and he grips my ass and brings me even closer to him. I gasp at the contact and his tongue sweeps in and takes control of mine. I let loose a tiny moan and circle my hips against his. I want him so bad it hurts. The months of subtle flirting in my diner has led to this. I can’t wait any longer, and if that makes me a hussy, then so what.
“Please,” I murmur between kisses.
“You are mine, Schuyler. And if you want to take this to the next level, then I’m warning you. You will belong to only me. My patch. No running. You stay here. Stand your ground. Let me protect you,” he growls.
My heart cries for the protection he’s offering. For once, someone wants to protect me, for me. Not because of what my family is or has to offer. I’ve had bodyguards by whole life, but not like this. Not because of this.
“Yours. Only yours,” I confirm.
“What you just showed me, if you don’t want me to touch you right now, I’ll stop. Just say the word, Schuyler.” His raspy voice coats my skin in goosebumps.
“No, Vice, you’re not him. I need your touch. I need it,” I plead with my eyes.
“Thank fuck.” He flips me on the chaise to where my back is to his front. One of his arms is wrapped around my waist, and the other is on my thigh. “You sure, sweetheart? If I’m too rough, tell me.” His gravelly voice is next to my ear and my thighs clench at the heat of it.
“Never too rough,” I pant out.
His arm travels up my thigh, reaching the band of my pants. He slips his hand under my shirt and as his hand travels north as he takes my shirt with it. Once he gets to my throat, he stops and kisses it.
He takes my shirt up over my head and leaves it on my shoulders, keeping my arms restrained. He runs his nose along my neck and gooseflesh ripple across my body. His hand comes across to my bra and unclasps the front of it and my more than handful size breasts spring free.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he rasps as he grabs a handful.
I rest my head back against his shoulder as I grind my ass into his hips.
“So needy. I like that about you.” His hand pinches my nipple hard before it travels down my torso, causing me to whimper.
I turn my face to his and as our eyes lock, his lips crash to mine once again. I kiss him with all the need I have inside of me. I put every emotion I have right now into this kiss. Want. Need. Excitement. Nervousness. Fear of the unknown.
His hand slips into the waistband of my pants and his fingers skim over my clit making my hips buckle against the overwhelming sensation. They travel farther to my opening and two fingers slip inside. I cry out at the simple connection, feeling the overwhelming need to move my hips.
“So wet, sweetheart. You’re ready for me already,” he whispers in my ear before slipping my earlobe between his teeth and nibbling on it making my hips circle into his.
He pulls his fingers out and spreads my wetness onto my clit in a circle making me bite my lower lip. He presses two fingers back inside of me again, this time continuing to rub my clit with his thumb. As his fingers thrust in and out, my legs start to shake and I feel my core tighten.
“I… I can’t hold on much longer,” I whimper.
“Let go for me, sweetheart,” he rumbles.
He doesn’t let up and his fingers keep thrusting, deeper and deeper. When his teeth clamp down on my shoulder, I throw my head back and scream his name as my orgasm overcomes me, the feeling of finally belonging settling deep into my chest. Tears start to prickle my eyes as I try my hardest to blink them back.
His mouth claims mine in a demanding kiss, muffling the rest of my moans. He continues to rub my clit, drawing the aftershocks out. His other hand slides my pants and lace underwear down my thighs.
He breaks the kiss to remove my shirt off of my shoulders, setting my arms free. Once I’m free, I turn and lay on my back watching him under heavy lids. He’s standing there, watching me with so much desire and want in his eyes. As he pulls my pants off my legs the rest of the way, I sit up. I reach for the bottom of his shirt and push it up. Once I get it over his head, I reach for his belt buckle. After I get it open, along with the button on his pants, I tug his boxers and jeans down at the same time.
His cock springs free and I grip it around the base, not able to close my fist completely. He hisses between his teeth as I start to pump my hand up and down. When I see how much this turns him on, I lick my lips. I watch his eyes darken at the sight of my tongue, and a thrill shoots through me. I never really gave head before because the guys I grew up with were whores and I wasn’t putting my mouth anywhere near that. But watching him want it, made me crave to do it.
I lowered my mouth to the head of his dick and licked up the drop of precome beaded at the tip.
“Mmmm,” I hum right before I open up and swallow him down to the hilt.
“Jesus Christ, Schuyler.” I hear him choke out.
That makes me smile and my inner hussy jumps around in glee. I tighten my lips as I pump up and down, humming every once and again. I flick my eyes up and see his head tossed back in pure ecstasy.
I start to pump him with my fist to move with my mouth and before I know it, he is ripping me up by my arms. He picks me up and my legs go around his waist.
“As much as I love that sweet mouth of yours on my cock, I really want to be inside of you. But the first time ain’t gonna be out on a chaise in the open. It’s gonna be in my fucking bed,” he grumbles, making me smile, as he walks into his house.
I kiss his throat as he walks, running my hands across his back. I stick my nose in his neck, breathing deep. I want to imprint his scent into my brain. Nothing I’ve ever smelled in my life smells as good as he does.
He walks through the door to his bedroom and I don’t even bother to look around. I don’t care what it looks like. The only thing I notice is the navy blue comforter he lays me on.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says as his eyes travel over my body, warming each part of skin they touch.
His rib cage on both sides are tattooed with a scripture type font in some language I can’t exactly read right now.
He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs a condom. He rips open the package and before he pulls it out, my hand is stopping his.
“Let me, please,” I moan.
He nods as his eyes watched my every move. Making me feel powerful.
I roll the condom on his hard cock, and swallow at the thought of how it will fit inside of me.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he whispers.
His lips start at my throat and move down to my breasts. His tongue comes out and runs over my nipple. I arch my back off the bed and bring my hands to his hair. He rolls his tongue over my other nipple and pulls at it with his teeth. I cry out from the pain mixed with pleasure as my core throbs with need.
His lips slide over my skin like silk, traveling down. Once he gets to my hips, his teeth come out once again with a bite. The sensation sends goosebumps all over my body. His hands grip my thighs as he pushes them apart. His nose runs along my crease, and he rumbles.
“You smell so fucking sweet,” he growls before his mouth attacks my core in the most perfect way. His tongue licks right up my middle and my thighs clamp around his head. The five o’clock shadow on his face is coarse against my smooth skin making the sensations of his actions all the brighter. I throw my head back as he inserts two fingers and his mouth sucks my clit.
My legs clamp against his head even tighter, possibly giving him a neck cramp, but he’s not tapping out so I don’t loosen them. Instead, I ride the waves he’s providing.
As soon as he rolls his tongue across my clit while still sucking, my insides explode. I grind my hips into his face and I scream out his name.
Before my aftershocks even start, he stands up, pulls my hips to the edge of the bed and pushes into me, making me come all over again.
His face is twisted in the sexiest way. His eyes locked on mine as I moan.
“Yes. Please. Harder, Vice,” I moan out.
His hips move faster as he picks my legs up and wraps them around his waist.
Our bodies, lined with a sheen of sweat, move back and forth together as one. I can feel every movement we make down to my bones. My skin is electrified and the slightest touch from him is making me want more. I bite my lip as I watch him pump in and out of me. Over and over and over.
“Vice, more. I need more,” I pant, wanting to be as close to him as possible. Craving the connection to him like this. The bond we’ve created over the last five months, burning a fire so hot, it’s like forging something as strong as steel under its flames.
He grabs me by the ankle and tosses it to my opposite side, turning me onto my belly. His hands come to my hips and he pulls me up to my knees, my back to his front just like outside. I gasp at the quick position change.
I feel the bed dip as he climbs on behind me. His arm comes around to circle my waist, his other hand between my thighs, fingers circling my clit.
“More, huh?” he rasps. I just kneel there, waiting. “My girl like it rough?” he goes on.
I only whimper.
“Tell me, sweetheart, how hard do you like it?” he whispers in my ear, running his tongue up the backside of my ear.
“Please,” I whimper again.
“Not until you tell me, sweet girl. How naughty are you?” he stops, touching my clit, waiting on me to answer. “Hmm?” he continues. He shoves his middle finger in my mouth, making me taste myself on him.
I moan as I grind my hips into his hard cock resting on my ass. He pulls his finger out of my mouth and runs it down my stomach, across my clit, and thrusts it inside of me, making me gasp again.
“How hard, sweetheart?” he asks again, while removing his finger.
“Hard!” I scream out at the loss of his touch once more.
“That’s my girl,” he says as he leans me forward. He grips his dick, taking a stroke of it, and then slams it inside of me.
I cry out at the rough connection. Craving his next thrust before he finishes his current one. He pulls me back up onto my knees, and his hand comes around to my throat. His grip is firm, making me nearly growl with how turned on I am.
His other hand comes to my clit and circles it, while his hips are slamming into me, over and over.
“Vice. Don’t stop. Please don’t freaking stop,” I beg.
“Let it go for me, sweetheart,” he demands as his teeth connect with my neck.
He thrusts again and my insides are as hot as lava. His hand leaves my clit and he pinches my nipple. The grip around my throat tightens, and the volcano inside of me erupts.
“Vice! Vice. Vice,” I moan over and over again.
At the sound of his name on my lips, his hips slam into me once more before I feel the pulses of his cock empty inside of me.
I lie back against him and soak up the afterglow.
He pulls out of me and as he disposes of the condom, I’m almost overtaken with sadness at the loss of connection.
He wraps his arms around my torso, and it’s hard to keep my eyelids open. As he pulls the comforter over us, he kisses my temple and my heart tethers a little bit more.
“What time do you have to work today?” he asks right before I fall asleep.
“Not today,” I murmur.
“Okay then. Sleep, sweetheart.”
“I like you,” I reply, and with that, I fall asleep.