Page 30 of Broken Skulls (Rebel Skull MC #7)
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Elizabeth
H is warm lips press against mine. It makes me dizzy.
I’ve wasted so much time. Or have I? Maybe it was always meant to happen this way. How else would I have found him?
He moans into my mouth, and it does things to me. It reminds me of last night. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping to curb the ache that is settling there.
I’m not sure if I want to avoid talking about last night, or if I simply need to feel his hands on me, but I begin to slowly back toward the door. He follows, not wanting to break the kiss. I silently cheer.
I walk backward all the way to his bedroom. When we stop, he slowly pulls away. “Are you wanting this to forget?” he asks.
“No. I’m doing this to remember.”
A slow smile grows as he begins to remove me from my, or I should say his, clothes. “Good answer,” he says right before he pushes me to the bed with a single finger to the chest.
I quickly scoot back, enjoying the show of him undressing himself.
“Don’t think you’re going to get out of talking about last night,” he warns me while climbing on the bed.
“Mhhmm,” I hum, my gaze roaming over his body.
He grabs my cheeks in one of his hands, forcing me to look him in the eye. I’m pretty sure he was about to give me a lecture, but his mind begins to wander from its mission. “God, you’re beautiful.”
I sit up, bringing my face as close as I can without touching him. When my hands come up to cup his scruffy cheeks, he sucks in a breath. I continue to touch his face, letting my fingers trail lightly over his skin. “I’ve been living in the fog for so long.”
“Shh,” he whispers, pushing me back against the pillows.
He stands over me on his knees and begins to stroke himself. His fingers grip lightly, almost teasingly. “Do you want to touch me, Elizabeth?”
My gaze meets his. “More than I’ve wanted anything in a very long time.” I reach out, but he stops me. His warm fingers wrap around my hand.
“Do you know what I loved most about last night?” he asks, bringing our hands closer to his cock.
I shiver, but not in fear. It’s the way he … I don’t know … it’s just him. He makes me feel. “Yes,” I whisper.
The second my fingers brush against his hardness, another thrill runs through my body.
“I loved that you trusted me. That it was you and me against the world.”
He hands me a condom and then watches as I slowly roll it on. I’m mesmerized by his body, his presence, and by the way his words make me light up inside. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. I can’t help myself; I quickly sit up and drag my tongue up the length of his neck.
His fingers thread through the back of my hair, and he pulls my face away from him, staring down at me. “When we do this, there’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back.”
He smiles, dragging me onto his lap. I gasp as he bumps against me. I’m still a little sensitive from last night. His fingers grip my ass, sliding me back and forth over his cock. His blue eyes darken as he reaches between us.
I press my knees into the mattress to lift myself off him, and then I slowly lower myself back down. He watches us become one, and I watch his face. I could stare at him forever …
“A little more,” he whispers, his gaze finally coming up to meet mine.
He’s big. I don’t know how much more I can take, but I think in this moment, I will do anything he asks. I lift my knees from the mattress, impaling myself on him completely. I cry out, tears pooling in the corner of my eyes. His pupils instantly dilate, and I feel him swell inside me.
His thumb rubs over my clit. “I want you to come just like this. Don’t move, just come.”
We both hold perfectly still, except for fingers and the exchange of pulses where we’re connected.
“I want you good and wet, because I’m going to fuck you so hard all those little fractures inside you are going to shatter clean open.”
My head falls back at his words. I believe him. It scares me, but I trust him.
His fingers continue to stroke me, and I lose control. I begin to lift myself, just an inch, no more, and then drop against him. He pinches my clit between his finger and thumb. “Elizabeth,” he warns.
The groan that leaves my soul would be embarrassing with anyone else, but not with him. It’s the most wonderful, strangest thing in the world. I lean forward, bringing my mouth to his ear. “It feels so good.”
He pinches with more force, but it doesn’t stop me, I lift my hips higher and higher, each time allowing myself to feel more and more of him. Fuck, it’s so good. My head falls to his shoulder.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fingers threading into my hair to hold me against him. “Go ahead. Fuck me, Elizabeth. Show me how much you want it.”
I’m drunk on the way he feels inside of me. My hips rise all the way to his tip, and then I slowly lower myself onto him. Again and again and again.
Jacob continues to hold me against his shoulder. When his fingers tighten in my hair, I begin to pick up my pace.
“Oh fuck me, Elizabeth, you feel so amazing. Harder. Ride me harder,” he orders, his breath coming out in fast pants.
I do. Oh, how I do. Our bodies slap together as the heat between us builds and builds.
When I feel him swell inside of me, that’s all it takes and I’m coming so hard I stall out with him deep inside of me. “Jacob!” I cry out.
He wraps himself tightly around me, holding me close, and then he jumps into the abyss with me.
His primal groan in my ear pushes me over the edge again.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, rocking me on his lap, taking over.
Soon his fingers are at my hips, and he’s slamming me up and down on his cock. It doesn’t take him long, and he comes for a second time.
We’re both breathing hard, our skin sticky and sweaty. We’re hugging each other tightly.
After several minutes, he presses his lips to my forehead. “You okay?” he asks quietly.
“I’m okay.”
Eventually, I gather enough courage to look at him. His eyes bounce over my face, his brows pulled tight. I run my finger over them lightly.
“Thank you,” I whisper, and then I place my lips to his.