Sinfully Devoted by Amber Torney

Chapter Thirty Six - Phoenix

There was so much running through my mind, it took everything I had not to scream. I’d just shot someone. No, not someone. I had just shot Logan’s aunt. Things were still rocky between us, and now this had happened. He was gonna hate me all over again, and I didn’t blame him.

Stryker kept telling me it was gonna be okay, but how? How was any of this gonna be alright? I needed to numb the feeling that had started to take over again. Reaching up, I dragged his face down to mine, pressing my lips to his, gently at first. I could feel the hesitancy from him.

“Please, Stryker,” I begged him to give in.

“Phee,” he groaned against my lips. It was as though he was waging a war within himself. His expression was almost painful.

“I need this, Stryker, please don’t make me beg again,” I whispered into the shell of his ear. His grip tightened around my hips as I slowly kissed his neck, taking my time as I reached his toned chest.

Kneeling in front of him, I gazed up at him through my lashes. I’d missed those grey eyes—eyes hooded and thick with lust. His hands rested on the tiles above me, as the warm water of the shower beat down over my back. He looked like he was battling to keep control, the muscles in his arms flexed, his head hung low.

Lowering my gaze, my fingers traced over his Jacob’s Ladder piercings, and he groaned. Unable to hold back any longer, I ran my tongue from the tip, to the base, then back again, before sucking in the head. The saltiness of his pre-cum elicited a moan of my own. A hand entwined itself through my hair as Stryker started to pump in and out of my mouth.

“Fuck, Firecracker, your mouth feels like home,” he murmured as he started to fuck my mouth harder.

Running my hands up the back of his legs, I gripped his upper thighs to steady myself, taking him in deeper. Our eyes locked as weeks of pent-up tension, finally came to a head. The harder I sucked, the deeper he pumped. The piercings tickled the back of my throat as his cock pushed past my gag reflex and another moan slipped out.

“Keep going like that, baby, and I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.” There was something about the way he said it that had heat starting to pool in the depths of my belly. Stryker knew just how dirty to get.

Pulling me up, Stryker walked me backwards, until I felt the cool tiles of the shower walls pressing up against the nakedness of my back. He moulded his body against mine as he buried his face in the hollow of my neck. Giorgio Armani invaded my senses as his aftershave lingered all around, and anticipation caused the butterflies in my stomach to swarm.

Interlocking our hands, he slowly lifted them above my head. One hand held them in place, while his other ran down my arm, sending delicious bolts of electricity to my already throbbing pussy. I whimpered with need as he cupped my breast, gently rolling my nipple through his fingers.

Caressing my neck, one of his hands skimmed further down my body, until his fingers reached     my swollen bud. He ran a finger through my wet slit. Gently pushing one into my dripping, hungry pussy, as his thumb rubbed circles over my clit.

“Always so wet for me, Firecracker,” Stryker whispered into my ear.

“Please,” I  begged as I started to grind against his hand, trying to get the friction I so badly craved. “I need more.”

“Patience baby, I want to savour this moment.” His voice was heavy with lust as he added another finger. Picking up the pace a little, my breath was shallow as his fingers curled over the sweet spot. The familiar pressure was building. “I’m gonna have you screaming and begging for more all night, Phee.”

Dipping his head, he sucked in my right nipple. Arching off the wall, I continued to grind against his hand as he rolled his tongue over my nipple and then dragged his teeth over it, before moving to the other side and repeating. The overload of sensations caused me to swan dive over the edge, coming hard.

“You’re beautiful when you come, Phee,” Stryker growled against my lips, removing his fingers from my pussy, bringing them up and running them over my lips before sticking them in his own mouth and sucking them clean. “Mmmm, I will never get enough of that taste.”

The warmth of his breath sent goosebumps all over as he started to explore my mouth. I’d fucking missed this. The hand holding mine tightened as I felt his hard erection rub against my swollen clit. His breathing was heavy as he released my hands, running his own down my body, an excited yelp     leaving me as he reached around my legs and picked me up. Wrapping them     around his waist, he carried me out of the shower and placed me on the vanity before dropping down.

His nose softly tickled the inside of my thigh as he slowly teased his way to my pussy, like a hungry lion playing with its prey. I bucked against his face as his tongue ran through my soaking folds.

“Oh God,” my body screamed for more as he started to eat my pussy like it was his last meal. Fisting his hair, I ground against his face. “Yes, fuck, just like that.”

Licking and sucking, nipping at my clit, he pushed a finger back in. With every stroke of his tongue, chills ran through my body. Using both fingers and tongue to push me over again, free falling into a colourful abyss as the pressure exploded. Growling into my pussy, he continued his assault on my clit, sending me soaring once again.

Standing, Stryker wrapped me in his warm embrace, kissing me hard, the musky taste of my orgasm fresh on his lips, teasing me with his cock. Tired of waiting, I angled my hips, and the tip of his cock slipped beneath my folds. In an instant, Stryker's restraint snapped, and he thrust forward, hard, until he was fully sheathed.

Electricity jolted through me as I felt each run of his ladder rubbing against my inner walls. It was a mix of both pleasure and pain as he momentarily stilled, waiting for me as my pussy stretched to accommodate him.

“I can’t tell you how many times I have dreamt of burying myself inside you, Phee.” Looking down at me, he continued his slow, torturous assault. His piercings rubbed against me in all the right places. “It’s better than any dream.”

Slowly he started to move, his eyes never leaving mine as he leaned down, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine, straight to my clit, as he nuzzled that sweet spot on my neck.

“More, I need more,” I moaned, tugging his head up and pulling him in. I started to kiss him, hungrily. His fingers were digging into my hips as his grip tightened.

Holding one leg against his hip, he started to pick up the pace, slamming into my pussy hard every few thrusts, going deeper.

“Harder,” I cried out. I didn’t want sweet right now, I needed rough and raw. Expertly teasing, coaxing me to the edge but never letting me fall. Stryker was in full control.  Just as I thought he was about to let me fly; he withdrew. The empty feeling made me feel hollow as he flipped me over, before slamming right back into my greedy pussy.

“Oh god, yes,” I panted breathlessly, our eyes locking as we stared at each other in the mirror. This new position made everything feel that much more explosive. With one hand on the small of my back, pushing me down onto the vanity, his other hand reached around, finding my throbbing clit. The slightest touch sent stars flickering into my vision.

The pressure released, explosively as he started jack hammering into me from behind, both of us sailing over the edge of the cliff. My body shook with the force of my orgasm as his thrusts started to slow. Pulling me to his chest, he just held me, placing soft kisses over my neck and shoulder. I would have given anything to stay wrapped in that feeling.