“My voice,” he repeats between kisses. “Focus on it.”
I do. I listen as he whispers commands in my ear, studying the sound of his words, the deep rumble from his chest and the smooth way the sounds leaves his mouth. When I listen hard enough, I can almost feel it vibrating within me, part of me.
His cock still sits just against my opening, the only movement his mouth against me.
“Now,” he says. “Let your body focus where it will.”
He falls silent and drives his hips forward. It’s a slow, but purposeful movement. There’s a slight pinching at first as my walls have to stretch for him, but it’s gone as quickly as it came. I feel something give with a brief jolt of pain as he pushes deeper, and then it’s only pleasant, unbelievable warmth and fullness. The sensations he ignited in me come flooding back all at once. I throw my head back and my mouth opens in a silent gasp.
I cum like I’ve never cum before. I convulse in on myself, digging my fingers into his arms to keep anchored, as if I might be washed away with the force of this moment. When I finally manage to fill my lungs, I hear a sound coming from my own mouth I don’t recognize. I can’t stop it though, and I moan shamelessly, working my hips into him, desperate for more friction and more sensation, feeling my core clenching around him.
I force my eyes open and look into his. He looks down at me with an expression I can only think of as possessive, like he has claimed me and he’s proud to know I’m his. Like he has marked me. I’m surprised to find a pride of my own to be owned by him.
“I’m sorry,” I say when the last of my orgasm has finally faded.
He’s still inside me, huge cock pulsing with his heartbeat. I could lay like this for hours, just knowing we’re joined so intimately, savoring in the sensation and the knowledge of his presence.
“Never be sorry for what just happened,” he says huskily. “You were more perfect than you can ever know.”
“But I only lasted like two seconds before I…”
He silences me with a tender kiss, grinning as he pulls back. “Princess, you did exactly what you were supposed to do. Besides, it’s only guys who need to apologize if they cum too fast. If you thought you were only going to have one orgasm tonight, you’re in for a surprise.”
I raise my eyebrows and then let my head fall back into the pillow. He starts to move himself inside me again, and I realize it’s going to be a long, unbelievable, and unforgettable night.
16
Jackson
I drop Brianne off outside her dorm the next morning, waving as she smiles over her shoulder and steps inside. As I’m getting back in my car, I notice a black SUV with heavily tinted windows slowly pull away from where it’s parked on the side of the road. Something about it gives me a bad feeling. I realize after a second it’s the same SUV that was behind me for most of my drive to Brianne’s campus.
It could just be a coincidence, but I’m not interested in taking that risk.
I gun the gas until I’m able to pull in front of the SUV and block the road. I step out of the car, still feeling a faint ache in my back from the accident a few weeks ago. One of the doors to the SUV swings open. I’m walking around to confront them when a man I recognize steps out. One of the businessmen from the Dominican. He’s wearing dark sunglasses. He pulls his hands back to rest them on his hips, splaying his sport coat as he does and flashing a pistol that’s holstered at his side.
I feel my face twitch in rage. This fucking asshole thinks he can intimidate me?
I take three long steps toward him until we’re face to face and I’m looking down into his sunglasses at my own reflection.
“You following me?” I ask through clenched teeth.
I notice the passenger in the car has a pistol in his hand too. He’s watching me closely as I stand next to the other man.
“Just taking a tour of the campus,” says the man in front of me.
“That’s cute,” I say. “Well, the exit is right over there,” I say, pointing to my left. “And if I see you fuckers creeping around here again, you’ll need more than those fucking pea shooters to stop me from ending you.”
The man smirks. “You a student here?” he asks. “Oh, wait. No, you’re just worried about that tight little ass you just dropped off. What is her room number aga--”
His voice cuts off when I grip his throat and slam him against the car. The passenger reaches for his seatbelt, but I jab my free hand in his direction. “Move and I’ll end this piece of shit”
My heart thunders in my chest. Cars are starting to build up on either side of us, but no one seems to want to step out of their car and get involved.
“You’re making a mistake,” croaks the man I’m choking.
“Yeah,” I say, yanking him toward me so I can shove him back into the car again to emphasize my point. “You’re right. Because you already know it’d be the last mistake you ever made to fuck with me again. Right?”
He gives me a dark look. “Something like that.”
He slides into the car and slams the door shut. He guns the gas and rams the back of my car. There’s a deafening crash as the SUV plows through my smaller sport’s car and leaves a pile of shattered glass in its wake. College students start getting out of their cars now to ask if I’m okay. I sniff derisively as I watch after the SUV.
A month ago I wouldn’t have cared. I still felt like it was only a matter of time till the universe decided to pay me back for all the pain and death I’ve left in my wake. My adoptive father, Karen, and all the women I’ve used and tossed aside in my never-ending attempt to forget the past. I would’ve opened my arms wide and welcomed the bullet these Dominicans probably want to put in my chest. But that was before Brianne.
Now, I can’t lose my Princess. And I sure as hell can’t risk this mess involving her somehow. I don’t know if she could handle knowing about this. Not right now, at least. Besides, what good would telling her do? It would just make her worry. It would add to her stress. Telling her would be selfish, just a way for me to unburden myself.
“You okay, man?” asks a student with dreadlocks.
“Yeah, I’m good.”
“Oh my God,” says a girl dressed like she’s on her way to a track meet. “Your beautiful car. I’m so sorry.”
I wave it off. “Fuck it. It’s just a car.”
I leave behind the growing crowd of students who want to gawk at the destruction and call for a driver to come pick me up. I call Hunter next and ask him to meet me at the golfing range.
Hunter’s wearing a white polo and slacks. He looks perfectly in place among the country club snobs waltzing around the multi-level golfing range. It’s a huge, boomerang shaped building six stories high with hundreds of tees set up. There’s a net four hundred yards out surrounding the entire green below to keep the golf balls contained. The constant clink of drivers against plastic balls and muted conversation creates a feeling of privacy, even while surrounded by people.
I’m sweating and have stripped off my jacket and undone a very un-classy number of buttons on my shirt. But fuck it. I don’t know if I ever really cared too strongly for appearances, and I sure as hell don’t now.