Twenty Two
M A K O
I DIDN’T PLAN ON THIS moment happening, at least not now of all fucking times.
Admitting to River that I’m in love with her just came out. But it’s really fucking hard to regret it when she’s staring at me like she’s getting ready to eat me alive. The heady demand slipping from her lips has me instantly reacting, listening to her command like a trained K-9.
I reach her in two big steps, or maybe it’s one and she took the other step. My hand is sliding into her soft curls and her even softer mouth is crushing into mine in one swoop. River McAllister’s lips on mine feels like fucking heaven on earth.
A shaky exhale escapes her mouth, swirling into mine as our mouths open and our tongues meet.
Fuck, she tastes sweeter than I imagined. Countless nights, I fantasized about those lips on mine. On my body, and especially on my cock as I got myself off to thoughts of her. Too many nights doing the same thing, from the moment I laid eyes on River knocking the daylights out of the handsy asshole at the club. The moment her gold eyes landed on me, she trapped me in and made me hers. I didn’t know it at the time, but she never let me go.
A soft moan vibrates through my mouth as my tongue spears into her. I can’t get enough of her. I can’t stop tasting her. Her mouth is soft and pliable, letting me take the lead for a few moments before snatching the control away and commanding the kiss. Back and forth, we push and pull for dominance, never letting the other have it for too long.
River’s nails claw at my chest, drawing a growl from my chest that makes me sound like a hungry bear. The sound only spurs her on, her movements becoming desperate and needy. I snatch her wrists and pull them tightly behind her back, just like I do when I arrest a criminal.
Kissing this woman is criminal.
So many things I could do to her. I could handcuff her now, letting her endure the sweet torture of what my tongue could do to her body and not be able to stop me. She wouldn’t want to, but she’d try when the pleasure becomes too much for her to handle.
“Mako.” The soft plea is murmured against my tongue, alighting an inferno deep inside of me. I snap. Or maybe I’m just answering her plea.
I pause, my hands grasping either side of her face, and I gently pull her away.
“Is there any place I shouldn’t touch? Or anything you don’t want me to do? I can be gentle, I can be whatever you need.” By the time I’m done, I’m positive I sound like a desperate fuck.
Her golden eyes glitter, and a small smile pulls at her bruised-kissed lips.
“I’m… not ready for anal play, yet,” she says gently. The why on why she’s not ready threatens to boil my blood. River had already admitted aloud what Ryan did to her. I close my eyes, coercing my dangerously rising temperature to drop back down before I boil over. Now is not the time to lose my shit.
“Okay,” I breathe, opening my eyes again. “Anything else?”
She gives one shake of her head. “The only thing I ask is that you don’t treat me like I’m glass.
I’m not weak. I’ll never be weak. I just want you to be you.”
Now that I can do.
Before I press my lips against hers once more, I whisper, “Not for one second have I ever thought you were weak.”
Her clothes are stripped off her body in a matter of seconds. Claws and hands attack my clothes as she rips the fabric from my body with just as much earnest. Our mouths only part long enough to get the clothes off before gluing back to each other once more.
This room is dusty and dirty, not an ideal place to have sex. But I’d sell my soul to the devil if it meant I never had to stop.
I pick her up, her long smooth legs wrapping around my waist. My knees nearly collapse when I feel her wet heat settle against my cock. A groan follows when her hips roll once, twice— “River,” I grit out. “You’re killing me.”
She grins against my mouth and rolls her hips again, my eyes copying the motion of her hips.
Before I embarrass myself and either fall and drop her, or come right here and now, I storm over to the bench we sat on just months ago. The same bench she relayed her life story to me while I stewed in fury, wanting to kill every bastard that laid hands on her. Graphic images filled my head of all the things I could do to them—fantasies that still simmer every time I’m reminded of the abuse River has endured in her life.
I spin and ease down onto the bench, more than wary of the protesting wood the last time we were here. Just like clockwork, the bench groans beneath my weight, but holds true for now.
My hand slides up the back of River’s head, plunging in her soft curls. Just as she dips her sweet little tongue in my mouth again, I curl my hand and firmly wrench her head back until her mouth is suspended a few inches away from mine. She mewls at the loss of my mouth, and I can’t help but smirk at the sound. I love how much she needs me.
“Mako,” she groans, her voice breathy and desperate. I take the time to slowly pursue her body.
Fuck, bad idea. I’m too on edge and she’s too fucking perfect. Beautiful breasts, the perfect size for my hands, with little rose-pink nipples budded and waiting for my mouth. Deep curves with a flat stomach. A brow raises when I catch sight of the simple jewel plunged through her belly button.
Something I’ll have to explore later.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I breathe, my eyes landing on her pussy spread across my cock. I have to squeeze my eyes shut to keep myself from shooting my load prematurely, my hand tightening in her hair involuntarily. She moans from the prick of pain, only making my willpower slip further away.
Seeing her connected to me is incredibly erotic and something I intend to see every goddamn day for
the rest of my life.
“Mako, please,” she begs.
Fuck, fuck, fuck! This woman will be the death of me.
“What do you need from me?” I choke out, wrenching my eyes back to her molten goldens orbs.
They’re on fire, liquid gold simmering over a fire raging only for me. Her hands splay across my chest for a moment before dragging down slowly. Right before they reach my cock, I snap her wrists up and away.
Soon, I’ll let her do whatever she pleases to my body. But not tonight.
“Mako!” she protests, attempting to wrench her arms away.
“Tell me what you want with words, River,” I grit out.
“I… I need you.”
A firm shake of my head. “Not good enough, baby girl. What do you want me to do to you?” I ask as I transfer both wrists to one hand and use my other to lightly brush across her clit. Her eyes nearly roll and I’ve decided it’s my life’s mission to see that sight any chance I can get.
When she just breathes out a moan, I lean forward and trail my tongue across her pert nipple.
Her back arches, her body begging for more. I evade her wishes, determined to hear what she wants.
Has she ever been asked? Has no one ever given her the option to choose? Of course not. Those assholes have only just taken from her, disregarding her wants and desires. Disregarding her secret fantasies. I want to see every one of them come to life. With just a simple demand from her lips, I’ll be a slave to every one of her desires.
“River,” I prompt, when she begins to grow impatient, going as far as leaning her body into mine in attempt to get me to suck on her nipple. “Use your words.”
She groans with frustration. “Suck me,” she says, almost shyly. Never in my life would I think River would ever be shy, but fuck if it doesn’t do something to me. Heeding her demand, my lips close around the bud, sucking sharply as I rove my tongue all over her sensitive nipple.
The loud moan that escapes her mouth sounds like sweet relief. I switch to the other breast, never one to neglect both.
“What else?” I murmur, peeking up at her. Her mouth is open in a perfect O, and a deep line crinkles between her brow as she stares down at me. I quirk a brow, waiting for her response.
“T-touch my clit. Rub it,” she says, her voice only a tad more confident than before. My thumb brush across her the little bud, engorged with desire. More moans follow suit, and the louder they grow, the firmer I press. I don’t stop either ministrations—my tongue against her nipple and my thumb on her clit—determined to bring her to orgasm this way if that’s how she wants it.
“More!” she demands.
“More what?”
“Fuck me with your fingers,” she growls, all shyness absent from her sharp demand.
There’s my girl.
She lifts up just enough for my hand to slide across her slit and find her opening. I groan with her with when I insert a finger into her tight center. She’s too goddamn perfect. Another finger joins the first, curving into a come hither motion. My thumb finds her clit again just as my finger locate the little spot inside her that instantly makes her legs quiver.
“Mako!” she gasps, her hips circling against my hand. Her orgasm rips through her entire body, suspending it completely still for a brief moment before she completely loses control. Her hips grind against my hand with fervor and both of her hands rip through my hair and tighten into a death grip, my mouth firmly attached to her breast. I don’t stop working her, and she doesn’t stop screaming.
She comes completely undone against me and it’s the sweetest sight I ever did see.
Finally, when she falls limp is when I take back control. I’m seconds away from losing control myself, so it takes everything in me to keep it together when I grab her hips, lift her body up and then
impale her directly onto my cock.
Fuuuuuuck.
Her half-lidded eyes widen into discs and a garbled scream shoots from her throat. Neither of us move. I allow her to adjust to my size while I try not to come. Her tight, wet heat completely envelops me, squeezing the life out of me.
My head clashes with the cement wall behind me, my teeth gritted until I’m nearly grinding them to dust.
“Are you okay?” I ask hoarsely, not proud of the way my voice trembles.
“I… Is it normal to have a fucking horse dick?” she finally gasps, her round eyes travelling to where we’re connected. She’s seen my dick before, how big it was, but I imagine feeling it inside of her is a whole new prospect.
I can’t fucking help it. A huge satisfied grin stretches across my face, earning me a little eye roll when she spots it. I know I’m bigger than most, far bigger than most. But I don’t care what anyone says, no man can deny the ultimate satisfaction when a girl fawns over it. Especially the girl you’re madly fucking in love with.
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, lifting my hips just slightly. Her mouth parts and her eyes fall back to their half-lidded state.
“I like the way you hurt me,” she whispers. Something primal erupts inside my chest. It’s a living, breathing beast that River has just awoken from its slumber. My hands tighten on her hips until I’m sure she’ll sport bruises of my handprints for a day or two. She leans forward and brushes her plump lips across mine.
My discarded jeans are next to the bench. With practiced ease, I slip out my handcuffs and have them slapped around her wrists, pinning them behind her back within seconds. She stills, my actions catching up to her as she realizes what I did.
“Am I your prisoner?” she asks seductively.
I bite my lip, quite liking the way her chest pops out and her body curves to accommodate the cuffs.
“For as long as you’re willing to be,” I murmur.
“You’ll let me out the second I tell you to,” she tells me, her voice soft but stern. I meet her gaze, making sure she can see the truth to my words.
“They’ll be gone before you can finish the sentence,” I promise. She nods her head once, rotating her wrists gently, testing out the cuffs. I kept them fairly loose so they don’t rub her delicate skin raw.
When I see her acceptance, I don’t give her the chance to make any more demands. I spread my thighs further, slide my hands down below her ass cheeks, brace her against my body and fuck the absolute shit out of her. For the second time, River’s eyes widen into round discs.
“Oh my God!” she gasps, her face tucking into the curve of my neck as the pitches of her moans increase. My mouth travels across her shoulder and up the soft skin of her neck, nipping a path as I go.
I grab a fistful of her luscious hair and yank her head back, eliciting another sharp moan from her throat. When I reach the spot right behind her ear, I sink my teeth into the soft flesh, my hips relentlessly pumping into her.
“Mako!” She writhes against me, the cuffs tinkling loudly from the jostle of our bodies. Sweat beads across my forehead and chest as I fight to keep control. I’ve never felt anything so fucking incredible in my life. She molds to my cock like wet clay.
“Is this what you needed?” I grit out, enunciating my words with a sharp thrust, producing a little squeak from her throat. “You needed me to fuck this sweet little pussy, didn’t you?”
“Ungg, yes!” she pants, nodding her head like a bobblehead.
“Is this what you fantasized about every time you touched your pussy, wishing it was me?”
Another garbled ‘yes’ comes from her throat. “But it feels so much better,” she gasps, the whites of her eyes nearly taking over.
“You feel so fucking perfect, baby,” I groan, grinding my hips against hers a few times when she’s seated completely on my cock. I know her clit is sliding against my pelvis just from the high- pitched gasps every time I grind against her.
She’s getting close, I can feel it. I wrap my arm entirely around her waist, careful of her
constrained arms, and prop her further up, once more pistoning my hips with sharp thrusts. The only thing keeping me grounded is my need to make her come first. I refuse to come a second before she does.
As if reading my thoughts, she gasps out, “Mako, fuck, I’m gonna come!” Her legs tighten against mine and her head begins to tip back. Curses slip from my tongue as the intensity our bodies are creating reaches its peak. My tempo increases as I pound and pound, the wet slap from our bodies connecting rivaling the sounds coming from mine and River’s throat.
River stills—something she seems to do right before she comes—before her pussy ripples across my cock and she once more loses it. She contracts around me. My name falls from her lips like a desperate prayer, finally snapping my control.
“Fuck!” The hoarse shout booms from deep in my chest as I completely empty myself inside her, her pussy milking every last drop out of me. My name continues to fill the room as her entire body convulses and shakes against mine, riding our highs together before we inevitably come down.
I slump further into the bench as her body becomes dead weight on top of me, her face tucked in my neck. We’re both shaking and completely wiped out. Small twitches overtake her limbs, pulling a small grin from me. I grab the keys and quickly unlock the cuffs from her wrists. I laugh when her hands just fall, thumping against my sides.
“I never knew it was supposed to be like that,” she whispers. I close my eyes tightly, equally proud that I could be the first one to give that to her and angry that every man before me had the nerve to give her less than what she deserves.
Though they feel like two dead logs, I lift my arms and wrap them around her body, bringing her as close to me as humanely possible.
“It will always be like that with us,” I promise. “Communication is important to me, River. I’ll test your limits and introduce you to new things, but I will never do anything to truly hurt you. And the moment you don’t like something, I’ll stop and it will never happen again. I want to show you what sex between two people is supposed to be like. Two people who respect and understand each other.”
She’s deathly silent long enough for me to question everything that just came out of my mouth.
But then a sob wracks her body and tears begin to pool in the divot of my neck and shoulder. Panic blooms in my chest.
“Did I say something wrong?” I ask, rushing to pull her body away from mine so I can look her in the eyes. She protests, curling deeper into body and wrapping her arms around me tightly.
“No,” she says weakly. “You said everything right. You’re perfect.” The anxiety lessens but
doesn’t completely let me go.
“Why are you crying?”
She sniffles. “Because I’ve waited my whole life for someone like you. And now that I finally found it, I’m fucking terrified of losing it.”
I close my eyes, a harsh exhale releasing the lingering panic. I grab either side of her head and softly lift her head until her wet, red-rimmed eyes are looking back at me. My heart seizes and contracts. She’s so goddamn beautiful it hurts.
“I get it. That’s how I’ve felt for months now. But if I have anything to do with it, River, that won’t ever happen.”
Her eyes close, her long black lashes clumped together with tears splaying across her reddened
cheeks. She relents and nods her head.
“Okay. I can accept that.”
“I HATE TO RUIN our little high, but… I need to go see Barbie.” Not we, but I.
Can’t lie and say those words don’t deflate my high like a fucking balloon.
“Right now?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Why?” I question, sliding my foot into my boot and lacing it up. Her scent is all over me now and if I was a lesser man, I’d never want to shower again.
She sighs. “I need to collect rent.”
My brow furrows. I thought she was done going there for something so trivial. I highly doubt Barbie pays River very much in rent. But maybe she’s worried about money. I suppose without Ryan, she figures she’ll need to start supporting herself again.
“We both know that’s not safe, River,” I say calmly, resting my elbows on my spread knees and lacing my fingers together. I look over at her, studying her blank face. She’s sitting on the edge of the bench, her spine straight and her own fingers clasped tightly together. She looks like she’s on the verge of running.
“I know,” she agrees. Her downcast eyes lift to mine. Something is lurking in the depths of her honey orbs—an emotion I can’t pinpoint. A rock settles in my chest and my stomach curdles like I drank spoiled milk.
“You know,” I echo slowly. “What if Billy is there?” I prod, recalling the boogieman from her childhood and the man who beat her to a bloody pulp. The man I’m dying to get my hands on and conduct my own torture on. If I wasn’t studying her like an archeologist studies hieroglyphics, I would’ve missed the slight flinch at the mention of his name. The reaction stirs all kinds of feelings inside of me. It doesn’t matter how much River tries to hide it—she’s terrified of Billy.
All the more reason to get acquainted with him.
“He won’t be,” she states firmly, sure of herself. I don’t know how she could possibly know that, but if I know anything about this stubborn woman is it doesn’t matter what I say, she’s going to go anyways.
“I’m coming with you then.” Her eyes widen and whip to me. A protest forms on her tongue, but I tighten my lips and give her a sharp warning look, shaking my head once. Her shoulders deflate in defeat. If she knows anything about me, it doesn’t matter what she says, I’m going to come anyways.
