Page 24 of Never To Suffer (The Hollywoodland #4)

CLOSER

NIKI BARR BAND

We fumble with the lock on the door, and stumble inside, kicking the door shut behind us.

My hands are on her face, unwilling to let go, and hers lock into fists full of my shirt.

I’ve waited years thinking this would never happen.

I’d never have another chance to make things right, make them work.

I’ve begged every goddess and god, pleaded with the universe, and asked the devil himself for this, for her.

We break for air, but can’t keep our mouths off each other, gasping in choppy breaths as I push against her and her leg wraps around mine.

My fingers finally move, sliding down her body, unable to break contact until they’re cupping her ass and lifting her off the ground as she lets go of the softest whimper.

Which only adds fuel to the already out-of-control fire inside me.

“Tell me you want this, Dani. Tell me you want me.”

“I can’t!” she whines. I pull back and stare down at her, swallowing hard and waiting for the next jab of the blade to my heart. “I can’t tell you I want you, because it’s not that I want you, Skylar. That’s not strong enough. I need you. The world isn’t right when you’re not in it with us.”

“Beetle, I don’t want to do this to you. Not again.”

“Sometimes, love hurts. I love you Skylar, I have for so long now. That’s why I need you, we need you.

We’re greedy. It’s selfish of me to want this from you when I have Xander, to think I’m supposed to have both people I love most in this stupid, fucked up world.

But I don’t fucking care.” Her eyes glisten in the streetlight that bleeds in between the curtains, and there’s a familiar sting in mine.

“If I can’t have you, tell me now. If it’s not what you feel in your heart, if it hasn’t been us there with you this whole time, tell me. ”

“I’m broken, Dani. I’m?—”

“Beautiful? Human? Trying to make it through this fucking life?” She cranes her neck and grabs my bottom lip between her teeth in a gentle nip.

“Sounds like you’re my type. It’s like your motorcycle, Skylar.

Take the wrong parts away and it won’t work, but put them all together and she fucking purrs for you. ”

Her words have claws and hooks that sink into me, holding on in ways no one has ever held on before.

Even if I walked away right now, the memory of her would never let me go, haunting me in every face, every song, every moment of my life.

I’ve had my fair share of what if moments and I’ve blown every fucking one of them. Not this time.

Some part of my brain that’s been dormant for years awakens and my hand wraps around her throat, just tight enough to make her shiver.

With my thumb against her jaw, I turn her head to the side and slide my tongue over the shell of her ear.

“If we do this, you’re mine. My siren. My songbird.

I will make you howl until your throat is raw.

I’ll have you on your knees crawling to me.

I’ll make you cry, and you’ll beg for more.

” I move her head again and she stares at me with wide brown eyes.

“And I promise you, I will hurt you, but I’ll never harm you, and I will always love you. ”

“Those are the vows I needed. Make me purr, Skylar. Make me yours.”

Teeth clash together around our tangled tongues in a hard, brutally honest kiss before I pull her away from the door.

There’s a shitty dresser against the wall that I clear with the swipe of my hand and push her on top of, sticking her ass in the air.

Ripping her leggings down, I’m greeted by a pair of soaked lime green panties that make my mouth water.

I rub her round ass before bringing my hand down hard.

She jumps and gasps, trying to bury her head in her arms.

She pushes back against me, craving me inside and out. I pushed her panties to the side, running my finger through her pussy and over her tight ass as she gasped and groaned, eager for more of me. All of me.

“Let me hear you, siren.” My hand comes down again, but this time she lets me hear the moan. “Can you take one more?”

She nods, “Yes! Please!”

“Good girl, using your manners already. Let’s keep it that way, yeah?”

My thumb pushes against her puckered hole as my hand comes down a third time. She screams out, her arms flailing, grasping for anything she can hold on to and finding nothing but air and the edge of the dresser. “Oh fuck! Oh god, Skylar, please! Fuck, please?”

“Please what, my love?” I coo, rubbing the spot on her ass that’s turning bright shades of red. “Please let you cum? Oh, that’s not happening for a while. You’re not ready.”

“I am! I am ready!”

“You’re not begging near enough yet. Not desperate and pleading to soak my cock.”

She groans and I lower myself to my knees, sliding her wet panties to the side.

I’m salivating for a taste of her, knowing that if I do this, there’s no turning back.

She’ll be my new favorite drug. She’ll take over every part of my life, and I’ll never be able to leave her.

I spread her open and shiver at the taste exploding on my tongue as I slide through her.

She reaches back, grabbing my hair and holding me there, testing my need for control.

I growl deep inside her and she pulls my hair in response, tightening around my tongue.

When I shift my focus to her clit, she lifts onto her toes, rocking back against my face.

I suck in hard pulses, my tongue lapping and swirling as she sings me a song I’ll never grow tired of.

Her thighs shake and her hips shift, desperate to be filled as she whines for me.

With one last flick, I release her and stand up.

She glares over her shoulder, still a shuddering mess even without climaxing.

She growls when I don’t reach for my belt, instead licking my lips and pushing my jacket up to expose more of her back.

The way my cock strains against my pants makes it hard not to impale her on it right now.

I want to wait, want to make her pray for me and to me, but she’s too damn inviting bent over like this in my jacket.

I lean over her, reaching into the pocket to pull out my phone when she rubs herself against my bulge with a moan and pleading eyes.

“Patience.” I hold the phone up and she tenses up. “Relax, Beetle. We’re gonna send this to Xander. I should have taken a before picture so he can see how badly I’m about to ruin you, but I think he’ll like the handprint.”

I hold her open with one hand as I take the picture. “Take a video,” she suggests with a grin. “Show him how good your cock looks inside my pussy.”

“You think it’s that easy, do you? You just ask and I’ll let you have my cock?” I grab her hair, yanking her head back. “You need to earn it.”

She’s shaky as she slides off the dresser and to the floor.

Without direction, she moves her mouth to my jeans, kissing and groping to get her way.

She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. She and I have done little past heavy petting and making out.

Xander’s at least had my cock in his mouth, but I've since made a few…

modifications. She unzips me, pulling my pants down my thighs, and gasps.

“Holy fuck,” she holds out the u sound and swallows hard before her eyes meet mine.

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. You should get used to how they feel before I make you choke on it.” She does what I ask, leaning forward as I reach down, my cock in one hand, the other fisted in her hair.

I hold her still as I run the tip over her tongue.

She flicks against the metal balls, sliding from one to the other as my eyes roll back.

Her hand replaces mine and her mouth closes around me like a lollipop, teasing and exploring the new sensations of my piercings.

“Your mouth…fuck. Dani, you’re so perfect.” She sucks on the head, mimicking the pulses from when I had her in my mouth and sending a series of sparks up my spine and through my brain. “You like them?”

She winks and moves her mouth down my shaft, finding the ladder and flattening her tongue against it.

The speed with which she disarmed me and took control before I recognized what she had done would alarm me from anyone else.

But this? I craved this since I left. I’ve searched for this feeling in every dream I’ve chased.

Someone to challenge me, someone strong enough to test my limits and brave enough to allow me to find theirs.

I should have known it would be her.

“Right there, Daniella. Jesus, you’re so sexy.

Fuck!” I add fifty extra f’s to the last word as she drags her tongue up my shaft before she impales herself, taking me down her throat.

Her nails drag down my thighs, the pain an exquisite mixture to the way her throat moves with me inside her.

The harder I push into her, the more she claws at me.

But when her eyes flick up and meet mine, I’m done for. I can’t hold out.

She gags, but I hold her there, her throat full and squeezing me.

My breathing shatters as everything inside me tenses and she chokes as I spill down her throat, but she never stops.

Not until I pull her off me and glance down.

Her mascara runs down her face, her nose and cheeks red, and her eyes…

god, those giant doe eyes. I drop to my knees and grab her face, licking the cum, spit, and tears from her chin before closing my mouth over hers and devouring her soul.

“I must look like hell,” she whispers as our kisses ease back down along with our heart rates.

“You’re beyond angelic. You surpass super models, nymphs, and goddesses in my eyes.”

She pulls my phone out of the jacket pocket and takes a selfie with my phone. “An after picture for Xander.”