Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Minerva

“You told me after you kissed me. Next time tell me before.”

He nodded once.

“Fair.”

The silence stretched again. He was still in the chair. I was still on the bed. Neither of us moved closer.

I looked at him sitting there with his shirt half buttoned and his hair a mess and the same tension in his shoulders that had been there since he pulled out of me. Something in my chest twisted. I was still angry. I was still hurt. But I was also still wet from earlier and my body had not gotten the message that the fight was more important than the rest of it.

I dropped the sheet.

His eyes went straight to me.

I climbed off the bed and walked over to him naked. He stayed in the chair and watched every step. When I reached him I did not sit on his lap. I went down on my knees between his legs and looked up at him.

“What are you doing?”

“Something I should have done instead of talking.”

I reached for his belt. He did not stop me. I opened it, pulled the zipper down, and tugged his pants and boxers low enough that he sprang free again. The piercing caught the light the same way it had before. I wrapped my hand around him and felt him already getting harder in my palm.

“You were just yelling at me,” he said, voice rough.

“I know.”

“And now you are on your knees.”

“I know that too.”

I leaned in and licked a slow line from the base all the way up, over the metal, and then took the head into my mouth. He made a low sound that was half curse and half something else. His hand came down and rested on the back of my head, not pushing, just holding.

I took him deeper. The piercing slid over my tongue and I hummed around him. His hips jerked once. I pulled back, spit on the head, and used my hand to spread it down the shaft while I looked up at him.

“You make it look easy,” he said.

I did not answer with words. I took him back into my mouth and sucked harder, cheeks hollowed, head moving in a steady rhythm. Every time I came up I swirled my tongue around the metal and then went down again. Spit ran down his cock and over my fingers. I did not wipe it. I kept going, messy and wet, until his breathing turned uneven.

He let me do it for another minute. Then he pulled me off by the hair, not hard, just enough to make me look at him.

“How the fuck do you make me this hard so fast after everything that just happened?”

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and stayed on my knees.

“I do not know. You just do that to me.”

He stared at me like he was trying to decide whether to stay mad or give in. Then he reached down, grabbed me under the arms, and pulled me up onto his lap. My knees landed on either side of his thighs. He was hard and hot against me. I shifted until the head of him pressed right against where I was already soaked again.

“You are unbelievable,” he muttered.

He gripped my hips and pulled me down at the same time he thrust up. He sank into me in one long stroke and I moaned straight into his mouth. The piercing dragged along the same spot it had found earlier and my whole body clenched around him.

“Fuck,” I breathed.

He held me there for a second, fully inside, and then started moving. Short, deep thrusts that made the chair creak. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved with him. Every time he bottomed out I made a sound I could not stop. His hands stayed tight on my hips, guiding me, pulling me down harder each time.

“You feel that?” he asked against my ear.

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I feel you. All of you. The piercing. Everything.”

He groaned and bit the side of my neck. I tipped my head to give him more room and kept riding him. The wet sound of us filled the quiet room. My thighs burned. I did not care. I wanted him deeper. I wanted him harder. I wanted him to forget every word I had said earlier and only remember this.

“I have never wanted dick the way I want yours,” I told him, the words coming out broken between breaths. “Not ever. Not even close. You are the only one who makes me this wet this fast. You are the only one I keep thinking about when I am alone. I want you in me all the time. I want to feel you when I walk tomorrow. I want the mark of that piercing still there when I wake up.”

His rhythm stuttered. He grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me down harder.

“Keep talking.”

“I want you to fuck me until I cannot think about anything else. Not Liam. Not Elena. Not the cameras. Just this. Just you inside me. I want you to come so deep I feel it for days. I want to fall asleep with you still in me and wake up and do it again.”

He stood up suddenly with me still wrapped around him. The chair scraped backward. He carried me the few steps to the bed and laid me down without pulling out. He kissed me open-mouthed and messy and I sucked on his tongue the same way I had earlier, swallowing whatever he gave me.

“You are going to kill me,” he muttered against my lips.

“Good.”

He reached between us and rubbed my clit in tight circles.

“I want to feel you cum,” I said.