Chapter Twenty-Five:
Only Us
“Wow.” I huffed, closingmy laptop with a click and staring off into space. I didn’t research for very long after we had checked on Charlie, because there were so many different types of sites I didn’t have a clue what Sterling would actually want from me. I needed him to tell me, to show me. I didn’t want to be anyone’s good girl, I needed to be his good girl.
The information overload had my brain misfiring and running on all cylinders as I tried to grasp at anything concrete, but nothing helped until I pushed all of that out of my mind and focused on him. I thought about the times he wanted me most, when the lust seeped from his pores and his pupils were so big the blue was hardly visible, and every time that happened, I was unapologetically me.
He didn’t want me to only sit on my knees and wait for direction. He wanted my fire, my drive, my strength. He wanted me to fight, because he wanted to fight back, and he wanted to fucking win.
I had no doubt in my mind that he wanted to break me down and mold me into something that belonged solely to him, and fuck me running, I wanted that too. I wanted Sterling to be the only man who knew every inch of my body, my soul, and the way we both got what we desired was by me giving myself to him.
But before I could give myself to him, I was going to have to fucking take him.
Ollie’s advice crossed my mind for what felt like the hundredth time, only this time I was on my feet before I could back out. King hunt. His defenses are down, I know they are. It’s time. I slipped out of my pajamas and grabbed a robe, then ignored the wetness between my legs so he could feel for himself how badly I needed this. I felt more confident with each and every step, and when I opened his door and found him lying back on his bed with the light on, my breath hitched in my throat. He looked every bit the wet dream I was imagining, shirtless and in nothing but his boxers, but his face held all of my attention as I slipped from my robe and slowly walked forward.
“Zeppelin, what are you—”
“Shh,” I hissed, climbing onto his bed and straddling his lap before he could say anything else, then reaching back to pull out his cock. I could feel him thickening and growing almost immediately and wished I could see it, watch it harden in my hand, but I couldn’t pull my eyes away from his as I stroked him. “Don’t say a word. Just let this happen, Sterling. Please.”
“Zeppelin ...”
In one movement, I lifted up and sank down on him, a breathy moan escaping my lips and when his mouth fell open to speak again, I clasped a hand over it and shushed him once more. “Shut up. I’m not taking requests at this time, Sir.”
His eyes burned with the heat I’d been chasing here as desperate fingers gripped my hips and urged me to move, pulling me down until he was so deep inside of me I couldn’t breathe.
My head fell back in a groan as I started riding his perfect cock and it had been so damn long since I’d felt the real thing I could feel my first orgasm building just under the surface. I held off, clenching tightly and rolling my hips until his lips parted in pleasure. “Oh fuck,” I whispered sharply, meeting his gaze again as I bounced harder and faster down on him. “Oh ... fu-ck! You’re gonna make me come.”
Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut.
In one hasty, messy movement that had him slipping out of me, he had us flipped. My back hit the mattress suddenly enough to disorient me, and Sterling used my distraction to get both of my hands pinned above my head so my body stretched under him. The look in his eyes was nothing short of feral.
“Not yet, sweetheart.” He kissed my jaw. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.” His lips pressed to my nose, my chin, my cheek. “And you’ve been a bad girl.”
He slid back inside of me, forcing my legs apart as he caught me in a feverish kiss to muffle the moan he drew from me, but he backed off almost instantly until the head of that beautiful cock was the only thing still trapped.
I canted my hips in search of more, but his much bigger frame had me caged. No matter what I did, he wouldn’t give me more of it, and I released a frustrated noise at the teasing. “More! Fuck, I’ll be good! Give it all to me!”
“Just breathe, Zeppelin. Look at me. Right here.” He stopped moving altogether until I met his eyes, and he rewarded me by holding my wrists with one hand and running the other all the way down my naked, flushed body to my clit. “If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop. But this is for every time you teased me, every time you decided to be a brat, and for that time you told me you deserved a tip for waiting on me. My tip.”
His smooth, broad thumb put just the right amount of pressure on my clit, and somehow, the head of his cock angled just fucking right to have me falling apart at the seams. “Sterling,” I gasped, realizing that I already wanted to give him all of me. He could have asked for anything in that moment and I wholeheartedly would have agreed. “How does that feel so fucking good?”
“Because you’re mine, sweetheart. At least for tonight.” He drew back, rolling his hips and stopping short each time as he rubbed a little faster and kissed over my skin, up my shoulder to the base of my neck and across my throat.
It was pure torture, addictive torture and I never wanted it to stop. “C-can I ... Sterl— sofuckinggood!”
“You want to come?” He stretched me further until I swore an electric current was pulsing through me, that a single touch would have me snapping, catching fire, exploding, and then teasing teeth grazed my ear and he whispered, “Say please.”
Christ on a cracker.He was going to kill me, I was sure of it. “I’m — fuck, please. Oh god, please, Sterling. I’ll be your good girl. Please!”
“Fu— come,” he growled, hips faltering as he finally released my hands to lift my ass off the bed. The noise he made as he bottomed out inside of me told me he hadn’t meant to, he just couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold back as he hammered into me and dragged that orgasm from me until I was shaking and digging my nails into his skin. “Good girl,” he rushed out, kissing me deeply and fucking me harder, making the mattress dip below me and the headboard smack against the wall. “Beautiful, Zeppelin.”
The praise in that moment was better than anything I’d ever heard. It ripped another orgasm from me so quickly that I yelled out with my release, forgetting completely that we weren’t alone in that house, but by that point there was nothing in the world that could interrupt us.
There was only us.
“Thank you, baby. Fuck ... thank you.” I blinked quickly to stop the unbidden tears that welled in my eyes as every ounce of tension left my body, leaving me completely boneless underneath him.
Somehow, his hands and lips were everywhere. I felt him all over me, touching, kissing, whispering barely-audible praises against my skin and sending goosebumps spreading to the tips of my fingers and the tops of my curled toes. It was sensory overload, perfect, beautiful bliss cascading through me like a wave that refused to crash.