Page 98 of Ricochet

“Nick?” I tugged at the binds, kicking against the mattress, as I lay naked. Exposed. Dying from the anticipation of needing to be filled.

At another click, I sucked my lip into my mouth. I tipped my head back and let out a pained sigh, grinding against the cool sheets on the bed. “Please, Nick.”

A grip to the back of my head lifted my shoulders up off the pillow, and the scent of whiskey stung my nose.

“Drink this. Trust me, you’ll need it.”

My jaw tightened, as the whiskey coated my mouth, burning when it slipped down my throat.

Forehead pressed to mine, the sweet liquor on his breath fanned against my face, and he tugged the hair at the back of my head. “How far do you want to go?”

“Until you feel free.”

His grip tightened, the sharp sting across my scalp parting my lips. “How can you be the one thing I’ve craved this whole time?”

“Because I know how it feels to hide behind a mask.” I blew out a shaky breath, neck stretched taut. “Now, show me what’s behind yours.”

A tickle hit my breast, shooting pleasure straight to my core. I lifted my hips in offering. What I estimated to be a feather drifted lower, to my bare feet, and I laughed, brows knitted in pain from both need and the tickle he incited there.

Up my calves, he dragged the feather, then across my thighs, and I cried out, arching my back. “Nick!” When it reached my ribs, I laughed aloud, twisting into the agonizing tingle.

Soft plumes danced across my skin, higher, until he reached my breast again, leaving my mouth agape as the sensation consumed me, pulled me into desperation. I wanted every inch of his body touching mine, his cock filling me, pushing me over the edge into the stratosphere. I needed to come so badly, an ache wound inside my stomach.

“If this … is your dark side … feel free … to pull me under … anytime,” I said between pants of breath.

Grabbing my hips, he flipped me over, and my arms crossed over one another, pulled rigid by the chains, as I propped myself onto my knees.

Skin slid across my inner thighs, and a solid force hit the back of my knees. “Ride my face.”

Oh, fuck, his words!

As he commanded, my hips undulated against the scruff of his jaw, and I took in the harsh tickle against my folds. “Jesus!” The wet probing along my seam dipped inside, and I arched my back as his tongue curved up like a pussy-licking master. Half laughing, half wanting to cry, I surrendered to the sensation, the knot pulling deep inside my stomach, itching to explode all over him.

Chains rattled against the headboard, the sound a cadence to the bouncing and squeaking of the bed. My muscles pulled, my hands growing numb from the tension, as I rode him faster, in complete abandon. The unrelenting dip of his tongue, the sucking, licking, blowing, vibrating groan against my sex had me galloping toward the finish line.

Fire blazed in my thighs, and my stomach drew up with the arch of my back. My mouth gaped in pain and pleasure, as I coiled into a tight ball of tension ready to burst.

His fingers dug into my thighs, and two dipped inside of me, fucking me as he licked and sucked.

From my toes, the flash of lightning climbed my legs to my spine, higher, and smashed into the back of my skull in a blinding wave of light.

Heat spread through my muscles, tingling as each shuddered breath pushed past my parted lips. “Oh, fuck!”

The crack of his hand against my ass echoed in the room, and I cried out a curse, lazily rolling my hips as he milked the last of my orgasm.

Sliding my knees out to the side, I lowered myself, resting my pubic bone against his chin, as I tried to catch my breath. “Goddamn.” I could barely speak.

His body slipped out from beneath me, and he grabbed my hips, angling my ass into the air once more.

A hand cupped my breast and pinched, and I bucked against him. “Nick!”

“You asked for dark. I’m going to give it to you.” His cock pushed inside of my ass, and my scream bounced off the walls. “You are the violence inside of me, Aubree. My most exquisite destruction.”

CHAPTER 45

Nick

I lay beside Aubree on the bed, fingers entwined, bodies tangled in the sheets. Her left arm draped across my chest, as if she feared I might up and leave.