Page 44 of Outbreak (Revolution X #1)
CHAPTER 43
Rue
“ I s that so?” Ghost asks, flames flickering in his eyes as he grips my hair harder, letting his fingers trail down the column of my neck over the collar, between my boobs, down my stomach, and between my legs. Without so much as another word, he thrust his fingers inside of me roughly, so deep that I scream as my feet leave the warmth of the stone floor as he picks me up and wears my fucking pussy like a glove. My hand falls away from his junk, my back hitting the shower wall as he pins me to it with his body. “I think the fuck not, Death.”
The sheer dominance and power radiating from him and into me has me grinding down onto his hand, rocking my hips to feel him deeper. “Whatever you say, sir.”
I feel the growl he lets out all the way in my bones. His eyes bore into mine, swimming with need and something dark and twisted. After a few heartbeats, he lowers me to the ground and spins me around, pressing my face into the cool stones as he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to wash your hair now, then you’re going to sit on that bench over there and keep your mouth shut while I wash myself. If you behave, I’ll reward you like a good slut. If you don’t… Well, I’ll tie you to my bed and let you squirm all night after I come down your tight little throat.”
All of the sass and sarcasm that wants to spew out of my mouth dies in my throat, and I clamp my lips together. I want his beautiful cock more than I want to be a brat right now. When I slowly nod, he finally releases my face and smacks my ass. “That’s what I thought.”
With magic fingers, he washes my long hair, scrubbing and massaging my scalp. My eyes flutter closed, and I lean back into his warm, wet skin, his cock sliding against my back. Once he’s shampooed it twice and conditioned the ends, he sits me down, and I watch as he washes himself. He’s beautiful, sculpted, and carved with expert hands. His stomach muscles ripple as the water glides down, his V pointing straight to the star of the show—that thick ink and metal-adorned cock.
I can’t believe he let someone tattoo my nickname on him, much less on the most sensitive part of him. But it’s gorgeous, and it does funny things to my insides when I see it. He finishes rinsing off the soap and shuts the water off, rubbing his hand through his hair and the tattoos twisting around his arms, flexing deliciously. I just want to lick the water from every inch of him.
“If you eye fuck me any harder, you’ll give me a complex,” he chuckles, walking over to me and pulling me to my feet. My body collides with his, and I have to crane my neck to look up at him.
“Can you blame me? You’re the one with photoshopped abs and a decorative dick.”
He bends down, grabbing my ass and lifting me up until my legs wrap around his waist, his cock trapped between us as he crushes me against him and presses me back into the shower wall.
“Hi,” I say softly, my hand sliding up his face, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
“Hi, baby girl,” he says back, his voice deep and dark and everything I need as I study his face. He does the same—the moment intense and full of longing and need. Pushing all the banter and sass aside, I realize just how lucky we are to be alive—to be here, together.
“Thank you.”
“For what?” He asks, bringing his hand to my head and twisting his fingers in my hair.
“For coming back for me—to me,” I whisper, closing my eyes as emotion suddenly clogs my throat when I think about everything that’s happened in such a short period of time.
“I’ve been here all along.” He plants a tender kiss on my throat. “You were never truly alone. I watched over you.”
His lips trail down, soft and warm against my skin. “What do you mean?”
My eyes flutter open again, searching his face and finding… guilt? “Um… well, the cameras were just for when I was working or here. Let’s just say I spent a lot of time at college—just not in a classroom.”
“No wonder I always felt like someone was watching me, asshole!” I laugh. I don’t think I can really be mad at him about it. Not when it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that he was looking out for me, even when I didn’t know it.
“I’m always watching. I told you. You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine, ” I say, tugging tightly on his hair and wrapping my other hand around his warm cock. “That means no one else gets to see my name on your cock.”
“Never. No one has ever seen your name. I haven’t been with anyone since I had it done three years ago.”
I don’t know how to respond to that. I’m shocked and feeling a little guilty. But the past is over and done with. Nothing I can do about it now but be here with him, in this moment, for as long as we can survive this new world.
Thankfully, he doesn't need a response as he crushes his lips to mine on a growl. I kiss him back with every emotion I’m feeling—longing, need, desire, gratitude, but most of all, love. His tongue explores my mouth, warring with mine as we devour each other. When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathless and panting.
“I need to be inside you, baby girl. Now. Take a deep breath for me.” I suck in all the air my lungs can hold as he lines his cock up and rubs the head up and down my slit a few times, smearing my already dripping arousal over the tip.
My scream bouncing off of the bathroom walls when he slides me down on his cock in one motion, filling me up and stretching me wide open. “Oh my fuck?—”
“Relax,” he says, his voice tight, and I know he’s holding back from fucking me through the stone wall. His body is practically vibrating with how hard he’s holding onto his control, but I want him to lose it. To pin me to the wall and give me everything he has. I just don’t know how to ask for it. “I can see you in your head, Death. Tell me.”
“I– uh–” I start, but I feel embarrassed for asking for such a thing given my past. I don’t know how he’ll feel about it. More than anything, I feel shame.
“Don’t hide from me. What do you need?” His fingers flex on my throat against the collar.
Fuck it.
“I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to lose control and take what you need from me.” My cheeks flame, and I can’t look him in the eye, but the words are out there now. It's his move.
“I can do that. But you need a safe word. You say the word, and it all stops.”
I choke on air but recover quickly, my eyes darting to his in awe and excitement. “You don’t think it’s weird?”
“Fuck no. Whatever you need, I’ll be the one to give it to you. I will break you, but I’ll always put you back together when we’re done.”
My heart has grown wings as it beats wildly in my chest. “Gummy worms,” I whisper.
The panty melting smirk he gives me has me clenching around him, and he hisses in response as he tightens his hold on my throat. “Very well. Now breathe for me. This is going to hurt, and I’m not going to stop unless you’ve soaked my cock and I’ve filled you up, or you use that safe word.”
He doesn’t wait, and he lifts my ass and slams me back down on him—his cock nearly splitting me in two. I’m thankful to be in a secluded mountain so no one can hear the sounds he’s pulling from me as he rails me into the wall with no mercy. He bends his knees and pins me by my throat, his pace punishing—unrelenting.
My pussy pulses through the pain, transforming into a pleasure I’ve never felt before. The pressure builds and builds, pushing me right to the edge. “Ghost! I’m gonna–” I start, but I don’t get to finish that sentence when he jerks me up, pulling out of me as my release squirts up his abdomen and chest.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growls, slamming back into me. His forehead presses into mine, our moans and breath mingling as he loses all control. There’s nothing sexier in the world than a man letting you hear just how good you make him feel. His deep, throaty moans drive me into another orgasm as I feel his come filling me up, his thrusts stuttering as he finds his own release.
It takes a minute, but eventually my soul returns to my body, and he pulls out gently. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Yeah, I’m perfect,” I whisper, my throat scratchy and raw from screaming.
Ghost sets me back on my feet, turning the water back on and rinsing us off again before he grabs a towel from the shelf at the shower entrance, rubbing it over his hair before wrapping it around his waist. He takes another, engulfing me inside the soft, fluffy material. He picks me up and walks us back into his room before drying me off completely, taking special care of my hair. He gives me a bottle of water from somewhere and sits behind me on the bed, brushing my hair gently.
“I love you, Ghost,” I whisper, my eyes drifting closed and exhaustion weighing me down.
He braids my hair down my back and leaves it untied at the end, bringing it around to lay on my chest as he kisses my neck softly. “I loved you first.”
Warmth and something I haven’t felt in a long time fill my chest. I feel happy. He lays me down on the bed, turning the lamp off and climbing in behind me. “Sleep now, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice; my body relaxes into his heat, and a peaceful sleep takes me.