Page 84 of A Wreck, You Make Me (Bad Boys of Bardstown #3)

“Yes.” Then, it slips out of me without volition, without any thought, “Sir.”

I realize it after I’ve said it.

I realize it because my thighs clench so hard that it resembles a climax. My chest aches so badly that it feels like a heart attack. And the blush that covers my cheeks, my entire body burns me to the core. But I don’t look away from him. I can’t. I can’t sever this connection between us.

Because the same things happen to him. His thighs clench too.

I feel his stomach hollowing out with a breath and his nostrils flaring.

Instead of a blush though, his cheekbones become even sharper, his features become sharp points.

But the thing that writes this energy between us in stone—this crazy, palpable energy that’s always been there since the start, since the first moment he crashed into my life and saved me from hurting myself on a broken champagne glass—is the tremor of his hand.

He still has it on the top of my head and at my ‘sir’, his fingers flex before going back to firm and strong. Powerful and dominating.

Then, in a low and a rough voice, he says, “You remember what I taught you this morning?”

I already know what he’s talking about and my heart races even more. My belly feels even heavier, like a fist is digging into it and my pussy is clenching around my tampon. I swallow, digging my nails into his thighs. “Yes.”

His fingers in my hair curl into a fist and he tugs on it, making me gasp. “Yes what?”

I swallow again, my chest heaving. “Y-yes, Sir.”

A hint of satisfaction passes over his face, making heat swirl in my belly, and he loosens his grip on my hair. “Good girl.” Then, “You think you can take more?”

My throat dries. “I-I can try… Sir.”

“No, you won’t,” he says. “You’ll do it. Or you’ll spend all night on your knees with my cock in your mouth, gagging on it.”

Shivers skitter down my spine as I lick my lips. “Yes, Sir.”

His chest moves with a long breath. “Take me out.”

And I do. I rush to do it. My hands are sweaty, and my fingers are unpracticed. But somehow, I manage to unbutton his jeans and open his zipper. I manage to push his jeans and his briefs down and get his cock out.

Like this morning, it’s all thick and large, so hard and yet so silky.

Hot. God, so fucking hot and alive. Precum is dripping from the slit up top, making the length glisten in the dark.

The head is all red as always and needy looking.

And that vein of his —that I got to lick this morning—is thick and throbbing.

My first thought when I saw it earlier today, from this close, was it’s a pretty dick.

But now as I watch it under the stars, it’s more than pretty. It’s beautiful.

It's mine.

And then I proceed to show how much.

Gripping him with both my hands—like he showed me this morning—I do the first thing he told me to.

Make him wet, make him slippery. Lube him up so it’s easy for me to get him in my mouth.

So I lick him, suck him, let my saliva trickle on him.

I taste his flavor, so potent, so musky, both sweet and tart like a strawberry but not quite.

It’s something unique, something him and I moan as soon as it hits my tongue.

And then I do what he did the night we had sex the right way.

That night, he breached my pussy slowly but steadily, stretching me out and making space for himself.

In a similar fashion, I go up and down his length, slowly but surely.

I widen my jaw and watch my teeth as I make space for him in my mouth. And I think I’m doing well.

Until I look up.

Still gripping him at the root and still going up and down his length, my eyes clash with his.

And I forget everything he taught me. Something about the way he’s watching me, silent and dominating, makes me fumble and make mistakes.

It’s like dancing in heels in those early days where I’d stumble and fall.

Here too, my tongue slips and my mouth becomes sloppy.

On some strokes, I take him in just enough but then on others he goes in too deep, making me gag.

My saliva pours down on him and drips down my jaw.

I feel it dribble down my throat and chest and go between my heaving tits.

My hands slip on his length and all the while, my moans are louder and more obscene.

Every time I make a mistake like that, his body tightens up.

His eyes narrow and his hand on my head curls into a fist. Which is when I realize he likes it.

He likes me fumbling. He likes me making a mess.

He wants me to be a mess, a wreck . And why not?

He liked me stumbling in my heels too, didn’t he?

I think it’s because he loves to take care of me. He makes me fall so he can pick me up. He bites me so he can lick my wound. He wants me to give him a sloppy blow job so he can clean me up later. And since I love being taken care of by him, I give him something to clean up later.

I become sloppy. I become messy. I become dripp-y.

My jaw, my throat, my hands. My mouth. Even my heaving tits are damp and sticky and before long, I think I’m taking him in more like he wanted me to do.

He’s going all the way to the back of my mouth and I’m this close to taking him in my throat, but he doesn’t let me.

Just when I think I can do it, I can push him in deeper, he rips my mouth away from his cock and leans over me.

I blink my eyes open, panting, “Did you…like it, S-Sir?”

His face is harsh and sweaty as he growls, “Stick your fucking tongue out.”

Confused, I do it and pulling my head back even more, he spits on my tongue, making me jerk and moan. Which he catches with his own mouth as he kisses me and kisses me and makes my mouth even sloppier. Then, “I fucking loved it.”

I smile. “Oh.”

Looking me in the eye, he says, “You know what’s coming, don’t you?”

Somehow, I do and I’m okay with it. “Yes.”

He shakes my head. “Yes what?”

I lick my swollen, achy lips. “Yes, Sir.”

He breathes out with satisfaction once again and presses a hard kiss on my mouth.

This one doesn’t last as long because there’s something coming, like he said.

So he turns me around and puts me on my hands and knees.

The earth is grass with a little bit of gravel, but I don’t mind. I like the scrape-y quality of it.

In fact, I go down on it. As in, I put my face on the cool grass and close my eyes as he prepares me, as if I know I won’t have to do anything as he takes care of everything.

And it’s the truth, isn’t it? He flips my dress up and takes my panties off.

And then he puts his mouth back there, in my ass and eats me out.

He grips my cheeks and pulls them apart as he goes to town on my asshole, making me clench that hole, shake my body.

Making me moan and writhe, rub my tits on the ground like a bitch in heat.

My nails are ripping the grass out and my thighs are trembling.

There’s a tsunami in my belly and the fact that I’m on my period doesn’t help.

Everything is swollen and horny and sticky and lusty, and I don’t know what to do with myself.

If he was doing it before tonight, I would be freaking out.

I would be worried about the pain, the stretch, the whole awkwardness of it.

But tonight, I don’t have a single worry in my head.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my entire life.

I don’t think I’ve felt this cherished in my life either.

All because I know he loves me.

I know we have a future together. I know he won’t let me run.

He won’t let me go anywhere. He’ll tear down the world to find me if I disappeared.

So when he’s done making me go all kinds of crazy and drapes his wildly breathing chest over my sweaty spine, I moan with ecstasy.

He grips my hair to tug my head back and growl, “Tell me what I’m going to do to you. ”

I lick my lips and grip the grass. “Fuck my asshole, Sir.”

“Yeah,” he says, his other hand grabbing my hips brutally. “And you won’t stop me.”

“No, Sir.”

He smacks my ass, making me jerk. “Wasn’t a question.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

He smacks my ass again probably just to make me moan and my eyes flutter closed with the hurt so good. “Because your asshole is mine, isn’t it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Just like your pussy and your mouth,” he growls, pulling my head up even more. “And you .”

“God, yes, sir,” I whimper, already on the verge of coming and we haven’t even started yet.

“Open your fucking eyes,” he orders.

It’s difficult, but I do it. He has my neck stretched up so high and my head tugged back so much that I’m looking at him upside down.

His hair’s all mussed up and falling on his forehead.

His cheekbones are flushed and his mouth is glistening from all the licking and eating, probably like mine from sucking his cock.

“You were a lost little bird, weren’t you?” he whispers, his eyes penetrating.

I clutch the grass tighter and tell him truthfully. “Yes, Sir.”

“Until I found you and made you my Little Strawberry.”

I swallow with difficulty. “Yes, Sir.”

“All you ever needed was someone to take care of you.”

My heart clenches in my chest. “Only you, Sir.”

Something passes over his features that I can’t read but it makes his chest hitch with a breath and his hand in my hair flex. “And I will.” He takes a pause before adding, “Because I was lost without you too.”

The look in his eyes makes my heart race.

It makes something churn in my belly, like fear.

And I try to move, turn around so I can see him, talk to him but he doesn’t let me.

Before I can say anything, he produces something seemingly out of nowhere and shoves it in my mouth.

My panties, black and lacy. Then, “This is your gag, okay? You need to be quiet now. No more talking. No more loud noises. I’m going to do everything I can to make it easy for you to take me back there.

But I’m not gonna lie, it probably won’t be.

I’m too fucking big and that hole isn’t made for stretching around a cock my size.

But you’ll take me because I wanna fuck it anyway.

I have to try though, yeah? To ease the pain.

And I can’t do that if I’m worried about you screaming this place down. Nod if you understand.”

I do it. I know that’s what he needs from me right now. My acquiescence, my submission. He wants me to be his good girl and give up the tightest hole in my body to him. And I do trust him to take care of me.

But he was right. It’s not easy. Not at all.

I thought losing my virginity was painful, but this is something else.

This is excruciating . It’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt.

Every time he tries to slide himself in, I jerk and moan in pain.

I lose all my good intentions and try to get away from him.

I forget about being his good girl, lying there taking it gracefully and whimper and shake my head.

I don’t think he will ever go in and if he does, he’s going to tear me apart back there.

Until he starts to massage my spine. Until he starts to knead my ass and then tell me how amazing I’m doing.

As always, it’s my kryptonite, his praise, making him happy.

Making things easy for him so when he tells me to push back against him, I do it.

When he tells me to take a deep breath, I do that too.

He tells me to bite into my panties when the pain becomes too much and arch my back so he can go in further.

But even so, it’s still not as comfortable as I’d like it to be and of course, he knows that. And when has he ever let me suffer? Meaning, he has an idea to make it all easy for me.

I feel him jerking my tampon out before he slides his dick into my bleeding pussy.

And oh my God, I come just from that. Just from that one stroke.

The fist in my tummy that was tightening and tightening when I was sucking his cock unfurls and I gush, moaning, jerking, writhing.

And holy God, he uses that as lube, my orgasm and my blood to then fuck me in the ass.

And I’m relaxed enough that I let him do it.

I’m relaxed enough that I start to enjoy it and before long, I think he’s the one who’s should’ve put a gag in his mouth because he’s loud.

He’s groaning and moaning and panting as he fucks me in the ass like he’s going to die.

Like it feels so good, nothing can compare.

I know nothing can because even though this may look like dirty, animalistic fucking, with me on my hands and knees, my dress flipped up and him behind me, banging into my body with vicious thrusts as a party rages on somewhere in the distance.

But it’s more than that. It’s love making.

It’s two people being as close to each other as they can be.

It’s the coming together of two hearts and two souls.

With that thought, I come once again and as always, he follows me over the edge and climaxes with me.