CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
He hadn’t felt like he was a teenager since… he had been a teenager. Or if he had, it wasn’t in this manner. With Indy under him, watching him as he processed her words, he stumbled. If this screwed everything up…
It won’t.
It might.
She’s no longer sixteen and you are both adults who respect each other enough to be able to open your mouths and do the talking thing.
It was worth the risk. She was worth the risk. Plus, she had another thing in her favor. Because if it came down to it, and for some reason this didn’t work between them, his sister would neuter him with that baseball bat she kept behind the seat of her VW Beetle. He ruthlessly pushed thoughts of his sister aside; she had no place here. “I want that, too,” he repeated.
He’d been ready for awkward. Ready for something. What he hadn’t been ready for was a smile which warmed him from the inside out, or a split second to bask in it before Indy reached up and claimed his lips.
She kissed him, wet, deep, and hot, tugging at his t-shirt. He helped her take it off, only releasing her lips long enough to whip it over his head and discard it. The need swirled between them as they tasted, tempted, and kissed just as his whole soul craved.
Their hands stripped off each other’s clothes until both were down to their underwear. “Matching undies.” He dipped one finger under the side of her blue lacy panties. “I didn’t know the CIA issued matching lingerie sets.”
“They don’t.” She leaned her head to one side, giving him more access to her neck, and he obliged her by nipping up to the sensitive spot just below her ear. “Just because I was in the field is no reason not to wear decent underwear. Lizz would shoot me if I wore granny panties and didn’t test how well our stock holds up.”
He snorted. “It sounds like a solid plan when you have stock to—um—test.” He lowered the cups of her bra and her breasts spilled free from them. “Far be it from me to prevent you from testing how they hold up…”
She rolled her eyes at his teasing, and he found he loved it. He sat back onto his heels, moving her legs apart so he had room for what he wanted to do. He ran his index finger up her side and across her chest, skimming lightly over first one nipple and then the other. “I’m going to lick and suck these beauties in a minute,” he promised her. “But first, let’s get you comfortable.” He loved that she shivered when he told her what he was going to do to her and made a mental note to do that again—often.
He drew his finger down the center of her breasts, continuing in a straight line until he skimmed over her belly button and across her stomach just above her panties. “I don’t know that they’ll stand up to abuse.”
“Are you going to abuse my panties, Drave?”
Fuck me, that husky voice is sexy as hell.
“Damn straight, baby, damn straight I am.” Careful not to hurt her, because that would totally suck right now, he ripped the sides of her panties and dangled them between two fingers, as her eyes widened.
“You... you…” she stuttered and glared at him. “That’s a three-hundred-dollar pair of underwear.”
He dropped them onto her belly and leaned over her to whisper against her lips. “Don’t care what they cost, baby, I promise I’ll buy you more.”
“You better.”
“I promise.” He kissed her once more on the lips until her lips were wet from their kisses, and her eyes darkened with desire. He pressed a trail of kisses down her body, licking, nipping, sucking, searching for spots which made her shiver or dragged that little whimpering noise from the back of her throat. Those spots he took the time to lavish attention on until he reached where he wanted to be. He lifted one knee and placed it on his shoulder, admiring her little pussy. “Beautiful, baby. Fucking beautiful.”
“Mmh.”
With two fingers, he spread her folds before licking her from bottom to top, making sure to circle her clit with the tip of his tongue. She arched almost off the bed as he captured the sensitive spot and nibbled on it.
“Oh my God.”
Her taste made his already erect cock jerk in his boxers. One taste. One. And he knew if he didn’t make this epic for her, he’d regret it forever. He used his tongue and added his fingers to the mix, stroking and petting her before sinking one into her opening up to the first knuckle, loving that she immediately clenched around him. “Tell me what you need.”
“Umm…”
“Tell me.” He peered up her body and could confirm when Indy blushed, it started at her pussy and marched up her body to her cheeks. “When it’s good for you, it’s mind-blowing for me.”
“Suck me, please.”
He pressed a kiss to her thigh, then did as she asked and captured her clit with his lips, sucking on it over and over until her juices were smeared on her thighs and his beard, and her head thrashed from side to side in pleasure. When he felt her thigh tremble against his cheek, he released her with a pop and kissed his way up her body to let her taste herself on his lips.
“No more playing,” he whispered in her ear. “I need you too much.”
She nodded.
“Are you sure?” He needed her to be sure. “Are you sure, Indy?”
As if she realized he needed to hear the word, she smiled up at him, one palm cupping his cheek. “Yes. I’m sure. Please, Draven, make love to me.”
“Yeah, baby.” He scooted off the bed and went looking for a condom before coming back to her. He shoved his boxers down over his hips, all the while watching her face. Her mouth formed a small "O" as his cock bobbed heavily once freed from its material prison. He swallowed hard and his heart thundered in his chest as he rolled the latex down over himself. His cock vibrated in his grip as his blood rushed south, driven by need and desire.
“Come here.” She reached for him, and he was powerless to resist. He knelt on the bed with his knees between her thighs, watching her watch him as he grabbed his cock and placed it against her opening. She shifted her hips, making room for him. “Please, Draven, please…”
He cut off her plea with a slow, deep, sexy kiss and thrust forward, taking her in one go. Indy arched, moaning into his mouth.
She’s so small. I could hurt her.
So sweet, so wet...
Draven closed his eyes for a moment to savor the pleasure of feeling his cock inside her, skin to skin.
She belongs to me.
Mine!
With his eyes closed, he let the sensations wash over him and lowered his forehead to hers, enjoying the moment.
“Please.” She ran her fingernails up his side. “Please do something.”
He rocked hips back and forth, thrusting in a deep move into her wet pussy, making them both moan.
He buried his face in the side of her neck, and she tilted her head, giving him access to kiss at the spot where her collarbone met her shoulder. He increased his speed, and she moaned even louder.
“That's it, baby,” he whispered between kisses. “You belong to me, I belong to you. Can you feel it?”
“Yeess.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close to her, and met him stroke for stroke. “More, Drave, please more.”
He growled deep in his chest and shifted until he was kneeling with his hands gripping her hips as he sank into her and retreated, giving her what she asked for as she begged for more.
“I need…”
“You need?” He paused with the head of his cock spreading her opening. “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”
She covered her face with her elbow. “More.” The word squeaked out. “Deeper.”
He smiled wider. “Behind?”
“Yeah.”
Her hiccupping over what she desired was sexy as fuck and she didn’t even know it. He withdrew from her warm, wet pussy, helped her roll over, and pulled her up ass up until she was sprawled in front of him. “So beautiful, baby,” he praised and pressed a kiss to the small of her back just above her butt before stroking with one hand up and down her back.
She shifted her hips back, rubbing against his dick. “Please.”
“I fucking love how needy you are.” He grabbed both her hands and moved them over her head, pushing on her shoulders until she was pressed against him, ass up, head down. He stroked his cock over her opening, gathering more of her juices, and pushed into her from behind in one stroke. Rough, hard, and deep, just like she’d asked him for.
“Oh, god, yes,” Indy moaned. “Please, more.” Her pussy clenched around his cock, making him crazy as he held her in place until she got used to his size in this position. He was big, she was small, and hurting her was not on the agenda.
“Are you sure you are ready for this, baby?”
“Yes, damn you.” She glared at him over her shoulder. “You won’t hurt me and I nee—” Her demand was cut off when he pulled almost all the way out and slammed home again in a thrust which pushed her forward.
He craved giving her what she wanted more than anything. Draven repeated the move, but this time when he bottomed out, he ground against her pussy, his ball sack hitting her clit. He kept his movements slow, but made each one deep, hard, and raw.
Who knew Indy had an off switch for that good girl vibe she’d had going on their whole lives? He hadn’t, but he reveled in the fact she flipped it off for him. Her moans and cries urged him on.
“I won’t break, damn it, give me all of you.”
He took her at her word and released her hands. He wrapped her hair in one fist, tugged her head up a little, and gripped her hip with the other before driving deep into her, and she clenched around him as he withdrew.
He groaned and released her hip to push one hand under her chest to pinch one nipple. His fingers teased, plucking, pulling, and rolling her sensitive flesh between his fingers.
“Yess,” she cried. “I—"
“So wet and beautiful for me.” She clenched around him in a death grip and he could sense she was close. He forced himself to do the hardest thing he’d ever done in his life and he pulled out of her.
“Asshole.” She punched the bed with one closed fist. “Fuck, why?”
He wasn’t quite sure how to explain it other than, “I need you more needy. I don’t want this to be over yet.”
“You want me to beg?”
“Yes, and more.” He pressed himself against her back and kissed her neck before whispering in her ear, “I want you to need my cock, crave it. Crave me. Not be able to think of anyone or anything but me.”
“If you think I can actually think right now, you’ve lost your mind.”
He ran his hand up and down his shaft and brought it back to her pussy to run it from her opening to her clit. “It will be time to come when you need my cock more than you need to take your next breath.”
“Bossy.”
She was only figuring that out now? He gathered some of her juices with his fingertip and couldn’t resist running it around her asshole. She stiffened for a split second before pushing back against him. He didn’t bother to suppress his moan. His fingers rubbed more of her juices around her opening, and his fingertip pressed against it, teasing her.
“P—please, I need…”
“No, baby, that’s for another time. Right now is for us to learn what turns us on. What makes us need each other until neither of us knows where one starts and the other ends.” He pushed the head of his cock against her opening. “If you want me, take it,” he told her. “Take my cock in your pussy, and make yourself come. I want to see you come on me.”
Draven squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment as she did as he asked. His cock spread her pussy lips as she worked herself back on to him. “Fucking beautiful. Do you know how beautiful you are to me, baby?”
“Mmmh.”
He hoped she knew she was beautiful. If she didn’t, then he’d make sure to remind her of it often. His cock pulsed inside her with each thrust, and once she had backed onto him fully, he wrapped his arms around her chest, easily lifting her until her back rested against his chest. He shifted back onto his haunches, taking her with him until she was sitting impaled on his cock with her knees on either side of his as he rested against the headboard. “You control how deep.” He pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. “How hard. It’s how you need it.”
“Drave.” Her voice was shaky as she leaned her head back, placing it on his shoulder as his hands roamed freely to play with her nipples and clit.
“Yes, baby.”
She didn’t answer but rolled her hips, keeping him deep inside her when she lifted almost fully off him and dropped down again.
“Fuck.”
She smiled and clenched around him, then whimpered when he flicked her clit in retaliation.
He captured her lips in a sideways, messy kiss, his hands gripping her hips and holding her in place each time she dropped on his cock. He loved that she rotated her hips when he did that, as it ground him deep inside her.
“Please, I need more,” she moaned. “I can’t—"
“Take it, baby.” He rolled both her nipples. “Show me how beautiful you are when you come.”
“But—"
“Yes, you are beautiful, and this time you will come,” he promised. “I already know the mewling noises you make will have my balls drawing up. This isn’t me giving or you taking, it’s you showing me what you need. Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You behind me until I can’t breathe.”
“Your wish is my command.” He adjusted them on the bed and ran his cock across her opening once again with one hand on her hip, tight enough to leave a bruise. “Ready?” he whispered in her ear.
“Yes, please. Now, Draven, make me feel you until at least next month.”
So damn perfect for me.
Breathing harshly, he slammed into her and set a punishing pace until they both struggled to breathe. He wasn’t gentle, and her cries told him she loved it as much as he did.
“I feel it.
“Need you,
“Please…”
He gave her what she begged him for, everything.
She glanced over her shoulder. “Please….”
“Your clit, baby. Touch, play, do what you need, because I’m so close I’m going to explode.”
Fuck, that's it!
She did as he asked, and he felt her knuckles brush against his cock as she rubbed her fingers over her clit. He panted with the need to cum, and by sheer force of will managed to hold off until she exploded, arching and crying under him as her orgasm washed over her.
“Beautiful. Just beautiful.” He sped up the pace and closed his eyelids as stars exploded inside him and jets of semen exploded into the condom, and they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs on the covers.
Draven lay there with Indy in his arms, soaking in her scent, her skin, and how her fingers brushed lightly against his body. These were memories he never wanted to forget. Ones he could pull up during the darkest of nights and be transported in his mind right back to this very moment in time. “I—L—” he snapped his mouth shut in time to stop himself from saying something stupid, the pause filled in by the ringing of his phone.
“What?”
“Nothing, baby. Nothing at all.” He reached for the phone. It was time for them to come down from their blissed-out cloud of afterglow and get back to the real world. His real world better include her in it, he decided as he answered the phone. “Kilkenny.”