Say You’re Mine by Alexa Riley
Chapter Seven
Iris
Warmth surrounds me everywhere, and I cuddle in closer, seeking the heat and comfort. When I shift my hips, my sex rubs against something hard. It presses perfectly against my clit, and I moan softly at the sensation. I do it again, searching for the same pleasure as before.
I rock back and forth, and a fresh woodsy scent fills my lungs. My panties are soaked and cling to me, and even my breasts ache with need. The handful of times I’ve tried to get myself off it never worked, but as I thrust my hips back and forth I can feel the orgasm already pushing down on me. It’s drawing me closer to the edge, and all I want to do is find the end of it.
“So close.” I moan as my core aches. “Please.”
Two strong hands grip my hips and stop my movements. I jolt awake and see dark angry eyes staring into mine as everything from yesterday comes flooding back. No, not angry, that’s hunger in his eyes. His nose flares, and the veins in his neck strain as he fights for control.
Something about seeing him so close to losing it is erotic. That I have this big badass man under me and he’s in a fight to control himself. I’m likely a third of his size, yet all this does is make me feel powerful and sexy. It only adds fuel to the flames of my need, and I do something that I’ll probably regret later.
“Dutch.” I breathe his name, and he shifts. The next thing I know I’m on the bottom and his giant body is over mine. My legs have to spread so it’s almost painful in order for him to fit.
“Fuck,” he grits out before his mouth comes crashing down onto mine.
I gasp, and his tongue presses past my lips as he takes what he wants. I’m at his mercy as I dig my fingers into his back and start to kiss him. His cock is still pressed against my sex, and I try to move my hips. It’s no use because the weight of his body has me pinned to the bed. I can’t move unless he lets me, and now I’m the one under his control. Our positions have quickly changed, but I can’t say I’m at all upset about it.
One of his hands cups my breast over the thin material of my nightgown. His thumb brushes back and forth on my nipple, and I whimper as my clit starts to throb. The ache is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life, and I need to get off now.
I break away from the kiss, trying to catch my breath. “Dutch, please.”
“You want it, little bit?” he asks, his face intense, and I nod my head.
When he first called me that, it annoyed me. Now being pinned under his big body, I find I like it a hell of a lot more than I should.
“I need you to say it,” he demands.
“I want it.” The words spill past my lips without a second thought. I would say anything right now if he asked me to.
He lifts off of me just a fraction, and my hips are free to move. “Then take it.”
My heart pounds, but my need overrides everything else, and it makes me bold. I wrap my arms around his neck as I lift my hips and press my sex against his cock. Our eyes stay locked on each other as I rock myself back and forth on his hard length.
Small moans I can’t control escape. “So close,” I whisper, but I can’t get myself there.
“You need me.” It's not a question, but still I answer.
“Yes.”
He shifts again, and I cry out in despair when he takes his cock away. A moment later his fingers are there, and he slips them into my panties.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he growls, his accent thick.
He presses his fingers against my clit and starts to rub in small circles. The pressure is everything I need, and the way he touches me is like he knows my body better than I do. It’s almost like he’s done this to me before.
“That’s it,” he encourages me, and I thrive on the sound of his voice. “I want you to come for me, Iris. Let me have this while you’re with me. Let me make you mine even if it’s only for a moment.”
His words spiral me over the edge, and I cry out his name as the orgasm hits me. My eyes close as I cling to him and ride out every last bit of the pleasure. It feels like it goes on forever before everything inside of me relaxes into a puddle of utter peace. I lie there boneless, not sure if I’ll ever be able to move again.
When his hand slips out of my panties, I find the strength to open my eyes. He’s staring at his fingers that are coated in my release, and I gasp when he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean.
He quickly rolls off the bed and goes straight for the bathroom. He shuts the door behind him, and I hear the small shower turn on. I’m still surprised he can even fit into it.
I lie there wondering how the hell that just happened. Oh yeah. I was humping the man in my freaking sleep. I groan and pull the blankets over my head. I’d begged him to get me off and he did. Then he was out of here as quickly as possible, not wanting anything in return. I’m not sure if that’s sweet or if my pride should be bruised.
After a minute I pull the blanket back down and roll onto my side. My eyes go to the door, but I make no move to get up and try to make a run for it. I tell myself it’s because there isn’t anywhere to go on a moving train.
When I run my fingers across my lips, it’s like I can still feel his mouth on mine. That kiss was out of control. I’ve never in my life felt so needed by another person who only wanted me as I am. He didn’t want to change me into something I’m not, and I’m honestly starting to think Dutch knows me better than anyone else.
I push myself to sit up when I hear the water turn off in the bathroom. I brace myself for what’s to come because I’m certain he’s about to give me the I’m sorry, that shouldn't have happened speech.
“Iris,” Dutch says as he starts to push open the bathroom door. “We can’t…” His words trail off when his eyes meet mine.
“I know, I know.” I shake my head and stand up, doing my best to pretend I don’t give a crap. “It can’t happen again.”
Turning around, I try to search for my clothes. I can’t look at his bare chest or I might jump him again. When did I start getting so horny? It’s probably because I slept pressed up against Dutch and my body still wants more.
He grabs me and spins me around to face him, and I have to lean my head back to look up at him. I swear he’s getting more handsome by the second.
“You’re too damn beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” I shake my head, shocked that he said it. “I had every intention to apologize.”
“What’s changed?” I ask as he pulls me harder against him. My hands brace against his broad chest as I wait.
“I saw you.”
“What now?” I’m not sure what I want him to say, but I need to know where we go from here.
“Like I said. For the time being you’re mine.”
