Weathering the Storm by Brynn Paulin

 

 

 

Chapter Four

~ Becca ~

Everything about this man turned me on, including his demanding, possessive demeanor. And me…being strangely submissive to it, that made me so wet he’d be able to slide right on into me with no resistance.

Not that I was into that master/submissive lifestyle. I didn’t think so anyway. But giving myself over to Heller’s will? That just seemed natural and right. And it was nothing I’d ever experienced before.

“That’s good. Very good,” he growled against my breast, giving the beaded tip a little nip that sent fire searing through me. I moaned at the pain, offering myself up for more. How was this even happening?

“I don’t know what you’re doing to me,” I whined.

“Taking what’s mine, and I’m never giving you back.”

My center quivered, convulsing at the promise. “I need you in me.”

“Not yet. I still want to taste you.”

“Let me taste you, too.”

“Not yet,” he repeated. “You get that pretty little mouth on me, and I’ll go off in a second. We don’t want that. I want to fuck you until we both pass out.” His mouth left my breast, and he swayed up to my ear. “But I’m pretty sure I’ll recover fast, so there’s no problem there. I’ll get us nice and exhausted while we go at it all night long.”

“Fuck,” I gasp.

“Exactly.”

His tongue swirled around my navel, making me shiver, then he was crawling off the end of the bed and pulling me with him until my ass was on the end of the mattress. My breathing sped up as he knelt between my splayed thighs, and my untried body almost went over the edge when his hot breath blew across my sodden folds. My fingers fisted in the blankets, and I moaned when I felt him part me.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this. With a man I knew next to nothing about other than he was a single, hot delivery guy named Heller.

And I had no regrets.

His tongue rasped up my exposed slit, drawing a cry from me.

Zero. Regrets.

“Way better than candy,” he muttered. “I could eat you for hours. Jesus… Becca…” Then he was licking me again, his fingers exploring at the same time. His lips closed on my clit, sucking, and I about catapulted into the stratosphere. My back arched, and my feet curled on the edge of the bed, my knees splayed open for him, giving him access to everything.

“Fuck, yes,” he muttered, lapping at the new arousal. My passage squeezed around his thick finger as he pushed it inside. The tension in my belly knotted, needy, empty… “You’re gonna strangle my dick, aren’t you, baby.”

“Uh-huh.” My hips canted against his thrusting finger. “I want it.”

“You want my cock all up in you, filling this sweet pussy until you can’t move, can’t do anything but take me fucking you?”

So dirty… It was exactly what I wanted. I didn’t want to be sweet little Becca anymore. I wanted to be worldly Becca who took a stranger to bed and let him get off on her, with her. “Yes.”

“I want you to come on my tongue first,” he demanded.

“I…I did.”

“Again. Give me what’s mine, Becca.”

My breath caught at his command. I wondered if I’d bitten off more than I could chew, if I’d dived in deep to a life I couldn’t fathom. Then I remembered him holding down my hands, and just the memory pushed me over into orgasm again, my wrists pressed to the mattress, and my body convulsing as I imagined him holding me down for his pleasure.

“Good girl,” he murmured between licks, taking all I gave. He kissed the inside of both thighs, nipping one and making me shiver. I scooted up the bed as he climbed over me. His jeans were open and shoved to his knees. His cock rose long and thick between us. The tip glistened in the lightning illuminating the room. And it was about to be inside me.

My tongue swept over my lips as I stared at it. Anticipation built within me until I nearly shook with it.

“Heller,” I whispered as he notched that tip to my opening.

“Right here, babe.”

“Please,” I whispered, I couldn’t help myself with him. How was it possible, this man, a stranger, could consume me this way? Already, I couldn’t get enough of him. “Take me,” I urged. Maybe, he needed to know for sure this was what I wanted, to be given an invitation so he wasn’t caught in a bad place later.

He gave a sharp nod and hiked my legs around his waist. I automatically wrapped them around him, while he dropped to rest on his extended arms over me. It struck me how much bigger than me he was. How fit he was… How he could protect me from any storm.

“Look at me,” he demanded, and I shivered at the command in his voice. I’d always been so confident and independent. I didn’t know this submissive woman had hidden inside me. But I felt myself getting even wetter for him at his growl. Obediently, I lifted my gaze to him. His gray eyes captured me, holding me as he pushed forward. I moved my hands to lie beside his, and he froze.

“You want me to hold them?”

“Does that make me weird?” I didn’t want to scare him off, though it was probably too late.

In reply, he gave me a dark grin I couldn’t quite read and his hands shifted over to manacle my wrists. My core melted in an inferno of heat. I swore it did. My hips bucked against him, and his tip pushed into me just the tiniest bit. There was nothing tiny about how it stretched my walls with the wide girth.

“Heller,” I gasped.

“You feel so…good,” he rasped through his teeth.

“More.”

He nodded and pushed deeper. I felt the tension, the burn as he pushed past my barrier. It was over. Good girl Becca was officially gone. I knew it wasn’t that easy. I knew this wasn’t really about that, either. This was about my instant toe-curling desire for Heller. I’d seen him drenched by rain and wanted him to the deepest part of me… To the part of me where he was currently lodged, so deep he tapped against my cervix. Not horribly comfortable, but I had no complaints—at least, I wouldn’t if he started moving.

My nails dug into his shoulders as I rolled my pelvis against him to get my point across. His chin had been tipped, staring down at where we were joined, but now he looked into my eyes and I swore his were glossy. His chest heaved, then he started moving, fucking me with abandon while I clung to him, riding the waves of passion that had erupted between us.

Bending in, he kissed me while his big cock destroyed me in the best way. The ridges dragged along my walls, lighting up my hyper-sensitive nerve endings. From a distance, I felt my climax roaring toward me like nothing I’d ever experienced. It deafened me, nearly blinding me as I rolled under it, tossed by sensations I’d only ever imagined.

“Becca!” Heller yelled as my walls closed on his length, and he struggled through the vise. Heat filled me, bathing my womb with his mark. First there. First…

Minutes later, we panted together, arms clasped around each other, legs tangled. The storm raged outside, pummeling the building with more force than before. I pressed my ear to Heller’s chest, listening to a different thundering. Eventually, it lulled me to a deep, untroubled sleep.