And then I suck my fingers into my mouth, needing to taste him.
His nostrils flare and he fucks into me, ramming his cock as hard as he can from his position. I slap my hands against his knees and tilt my head back, shouting to the ceiling as the tingles of my orgasm spread like wildfire through my entire body before sinking down on all ten inches as my inner muscles gyrate across his cock.
“Yeah, that’s it, Cupcake. Give me all that icing, let me watch it drip down my cock. Take what you need from me.”
I roll my hips, hissing as the last spasm hits me.
I want more.
I spin around until I’m facing him again and his eyes look me up and down. “You have no idea how badly I want you.”
“You have me,” I say, lowering myself to my forearms and placing a palm around his throat, not to squeeze, just to control. I kiss him, not ever getting enough of his lips, and begin to move my lower body again. I rock slow, hardly moving since I’m so tired. I just need a minute to catch my breath.
Our lazy kiss goes on and on, tongues swirling, breath mixing, skin colliding. The air in the room is heavy with sex and come, steam and hunger.
His body is a ride I want to ride over and over again until someone tells me I need to get off. Whistler is a rollercoaster, a thrilling addiction that has me begging for more just when I think I’ve had enough.
I sit up and he shakes his head. “No, come back. I don’t want to stop kissing you until we’re coming at the same time.”
Before I do as he says, I press my breasts against his mouth and he sucks onto my nipple, humming as if it’s the best thing he has ever tasted. His tongue flicks along the tip of the nipple before he rolls it between his teeth. “God, yes. Give me the other. I can’t leave her abandoned,” he begs, opening his mouth wide.
I giggle, but it ends on a quick moan when he sucks my tit into his mouth so hard I hiss when it begins to hurt. He pulls away immediately, and I dive my tongue into his mouth while sliding back down on him and starting a steady rhythm.
Back.
And forth.
Slow and raw.
I break the kiss and wrap my arms around his middle section, rolling my hips. I drag my lips down the coarse whiskers of his jaw, and latch onto his throat, sucking until I know I leave my mark. I hope he doesn’t mind.
He moans and I take that as a good sign and work my way to the other side to do the same.
“Cupcake,” he whispers between broken breaths.
I tuck my hair behind my ear and mumble against his lips. “Yeah, baby?”
He groans when I reach down and grab his balls, rolling them in my palm.
“I can’t stop it. I’m going to come soon.” The air comes out faster, uneven and powerful. The headboard groans as he yanks against it and his back bends. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come. I can’t hold back any longer. Charlie,” he grits my name between tight teeth.
When I hear my name fall from his lips, my orgasm comes barreling inside me. I never thought hearing him call for me would turn me on so much but it does. “Me too. Oh, me too.” I bite a chunk of flesh, the muscle belonging to his chest as a powerful earthquake crumbles the last bit of energy I have. I collapse, scratching along his skin as the most intense orgasm pulses.
“Fuck! That’s it. I can feel you milking me. Hop off, Cupcake, or I’m going to fill you up and claim you. You’ll be all mine.”
I want to be all his. I want to be able to wake up tomorrow knowing I’m safe, knowing that I can fully trust him in every aspect, with not just my mind, or heart, but my body too.
He isn’t out to kill me.
If I’m a flower, he is the water to help me grow and flourish.
“Charlie, baby, Charlie,” he mumbles while he comes.
Hot splashes of his creamy seed fills me, touching every forbidden depth and every part that’s always been neglected.
Whistler fills me to the brink and eventually starts to leak out, coating himself with the amount of come flowing out of me.
I moan in exhaustion. “That was amazing,” I say, kissing up his chest.
“You’re amazing. I’m still not sure if this is reality. I have to be dreaming.”
I chuckle and reach for the ties on his wrists, then dip down to untie his ankles. The motion causes his cock to slip out of me and he wraps his arms around me, lifts me up, and settles us onto our sides, and then he is filling me again.
I inhale a sharp breath. “Whistler, I…”
“Shhh, baby. I just want to fall asleep being inside you. You’re still in control. I’m not ready not to feel your heat.”
I know what he means. Without him, I feel empty.
I rub his wrists when I see the marks the strings left. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I wanted you so bad but—”
“—No buts. That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced and if it’s what you needed, then I can’t complain. I just want you happy.”
I kiss his inner wrist and smile. “I’m so happy.”
“Now, if you feel the need to tie me up again, have at it, Cupcake. I love being at your will.” He kisses my shoulder and a flashback of Kenneth doing the same thing is officially overpowered by Whistler since he means me no harm.
This love is the beginning of a new chapter in my life, a new adventure, one without pain and bruises.
“If I could go back in time and take every hit he’s ever given you, every time he took a piece of your beautiful soul, every time he left you feeling like you wanted to die, I would take all the agony if it meant you felt none of it,” he says, his voice rough with the edge of sleep pulling him under.
I know I’m falling for Whistler hard and fast considering the circumstances, but if I didn’t know I loved him, that statement just solidified it.
Anyone who would put themselves in harm’s way for someone else deserves all the love. I hope he never has to feel pain. I never want that for him.
“I know you would and it’s one of the many reasons why I love you,” I reply, but I don’t hear anything in return, just even breaths as he sleeps.
I never want this vacation to end.
It’s been the dream of dreams where wishes become reality.
And it’s all because of Whistler.
“You’re pouting,” One notices.
“Am not,” I sigh, plopping my chin in my hand.
Fine. I’m pouting.
I want to go back to the beach. Ever since we have come home, things have been tense. My sister hasn’t been found, her boyfriend is out of jail, and another one of Fletcher’s crew showed up dead on our doorstep with another note.
What’s worse, I haven’t told Charlie what’s going on. She thinks Kenneth has forgotten all about her and honestly, I love how happy she has been ever since we have been back from the beach. She’s a new person. She’s all smiles and laughs, and super playful.
The other day, she dumped water on One’s head and then poured a cup of flour over him. I recorded it and it was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. I still watch it when I need a good laugh. My favorite part is when she lifted her finger over her lips to tell me to be quiet while One sat there with Princess and Tutu, talking about how he couldn’t wait for club whores to stop coming around.