Chapter 87

I’m pinned under the weight of Neil’s body. He’s entirely on the bed now, his legs slotted between my thighs, forcing me to stretch my legs open wide.

I haven’t moved my hands since he told me not to, other than to curl them around to grip at my pillow with claw like fingers.

His mouth is dominating mine, with his tongue licking deeply and his lips demanding, bruising. Overpowering.

One of his hands is still at the base of my neck. It rests there, but he doesn’t squeeze. It’s a power move. It’s control. It makes me fucking wet.

His other hand has moved into my hair, where he’s gripping tightly, urging my head back. Like this, more of my neck is exposed, and I can’t quite close my mouth, even without his tongue in the way, because I keep gasping.

Everything in his body language demands my submission.

I hope everything in mine is giving him the green light.

He breaks the kiss and stares straight into my eyes. From this close, it feels like he’s peering down into my soul.

“You like this,” he says, and his voice is as wrecked as I feel. It shoots confidence through me. I’m not the only one affected by this. We’re both lost in this moment, together.

I can’t nod with him holding my hair so tightly, and I don’t trust my voice.

So I moan instead, and hope he gets my meaning.

He must, because he attacks my mouth for another kiss.

With his hips slotted against mine, I can feel his growing arousal press against the inside of my thigh. I don’t mean to, but I think of Archer and how big he was. I wonder if that massive size runs in the family. From the feel of it, yeah.

If he takes his pants off, I’m in for a hell of a night.

I moan again just from the thought. Neil swallows the sound. He might as well, it’s his. All of this is his. And whatever he will let me have.

A tiny worry bubbles inside of me. Archer teased me too, and then he left me, bereft and horny.

But no. Neil wouldn’t do that. Neil could be an asshole, but he wasn’t cruel. Still, the thought pulled me from the moment and I started to pull back from the kiss.

Neil’s hand tightens marginally on my throat. It doesn’t hurt, but it does yank me back into the here and now at full force. He loosens immediately but doesn’t pull away.

“You’re not going anywhere. Not unless I tell you that you can,” Neil growls against my sore, kiss-swollen lips. “Do you want what’s in that book? Do you want me to blindfold you? Answer me.”

Words are hard. Thoughts are fleeting. But this question is easy, so I manage. “Yes.”

He leans back enough to glance around the bedroom. I’m not sure what he’s looking for. I’m new to all this. I don’t keep that stuff around.

He huffs slightly in annoyance, then grips his shirt and yanks it over his head.

Whatever thoughts remained in my head fizzle away fully now. He’s not all chiseled muscle like Archer, but he is toned all the same, with a light dusting of chest hair between his pecks. More of his long hair has come loose in the action and hangs down over his shoulders, loosely curling at the ends.

That’s the last sight I see before he rolls up his shirt, drapes it over my eyes, and secures it behind my head.

With my sight gone, my other senses heighten to fill the void. Neil doesn’t have a strong smell, mostly soap with a hint of pine, but it’s so heady now I can’t imagine how I didn’t notice it before.

My hips twitch, seeking friction, and it’s glorious when my clit brushes the hard meat of his thigh through our clothes.

His hand pushes down on my stomach at once, stilling my movements. But even that, those four fingers and a thumb on my body, make me want to leap from the bed.

I miss the steady weight of his hand on my throat. “Neil…”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he says. “But first… how did they get her shirt off in the book?”

“He ripped it.”

“I thought so.” Neil’s hand on my stomach turns into a grip on my shirt. Before I know what’s happening, he yanks. There’s pressure for only a moment, and then a loud tear, before my skin is suddenly exposed to the cool air.

My body’s burning hot. I gasp at the difference.

I mourn the shirt for only a fleeting second. The waste is worth how unbelievably hot that was. While he rip my pants off too?

His hands fall on my breasts, and he squeezes me through the bra.

“And the bra?” Neil asks.

“I don’t think… she had one on.”

Neil hums.

A moment later, he rips the bra off too, and I’m bare before him.

I think to move my hands, but I don’t. I can’t. He told me not to move. I grip the pillow tighter, so tightly my hands start to tremble.

“Fuck,” Neil says, breathless.

Gods, if he doesn’t touch me in the next two seconds, I’m going to explode. “Neil, please, I – oh!”

A wet, hot mouth has latched over my nipple. All over senses have evaporated. I only know that heat, and the drag of a persistent tongue as Neil laps tiny circles around my hardened peaks.

He grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud, not enough to hurt, but the pressure is just right.

“Fuuu--aah!” Words have no meaning anymore. I can only moan and whimper as he lavishes attention to one nipple, while gently rubbing the other between his thumb and forefinger.

Just as I’m about to lose myself, he switches sides, and covers the other swollen peak with equal fervor.

I’m losing my mind. I’ve never been touched this way before.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! Neil!”

He pops his mouth off my nipples, but his hands replace his mouth, groping and teasing, even as he scolds me. “If you can’t be quiet, I’ll gag you.”

My voice gargles in my throat.

He stills his hands. He keeps holding me but he’s not moving. I want to growl in frustration, but he wants me to be quiet. I bite it back.

“Unlike Archer, I keep my conquests quiet. I like my privacy while I take you apart.”

“I can be good,” it sounds so much like begging, I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t lost in so much pleasure.

His voice is so low and rough and sexy. I feel it drag over my body much like his tongue had. “Whether you are good or bad is up to me to control. You are my plaything, a tool for my pleasure. You cum only when I give the command.”

I pull my lip between my teeth.

He moves one of his hands away from my breasts, but only to press it at the apex of my thighs instead.

Forget the teasing fantasy I concocted. He presses his fingers down right away, applying pressure straight to my clit.

I try to be good and stay still. But I can’t help but arch my back, pressing my breasts forward. He catches a nipple in his mouth.

His hands and his tongue move relentlessly. At my tits, he licks and bites and flicks. Between my legs, he rubs with a fast rhythm.

I slam closed my mouth, but even still noises escaped me.

“Mmm…Mmm!”

Tingles of pleasure cover my whole body.

“You want to cum, Chloe,” he says, mouth dragging spit along the side of my breast. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Please, Neil. Oh, Gods, please, yes.”

Neil’s hand is gone from my tit. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I think I hear the sound of a zipper.

He moves quicker and quicker against my clit. It is all I could do to hold on. I am so close.

“Neil, please!”

“Fucking cum for me. Now.”

Stars burst behind my eyes. My hips buck. He makes no move to hold me down this time. I crest the precipice of unimaginable pleasure and then topple over the side.

I am breathless, a moan caught in my throat. It stretches on and on as my pussy spasms, wave after wave.

Then I become boneless, a dead weight on the mattress.

Neil’s weight shifts. He is leaning back, on his knees between my thighs.

Without the noise of my own moaning, I hear Neil’s soft panting and the sound of skin slipping over skin.

Is he…?

“Uh. Yes. You’re mine. Fuck, you’re mine.”

Oh my Gods, he was jerking off. And it’s fucking hot.

A breath punches out of Neil, and suddenly his warm seed paints strips over my stomach and breasts.