Chapter 67 When it hits
Ira's POV
“Yes,” I moan again, the word spilling out uncontrollably.
My head tips back against his shoulder as his mouth seals over the frantic pulse in my throat. When his tongue traces my skin, unhurried and sure, every nerve in me wakes.
I’ve never felt anything like this. Never been touched like this. My nipples feel tight and aching against my bra.
Between my legs, the throb is almost painful now. I press them together, feeling how wet I am. The intensity of my desire immediately becomes terrifying.
Ruel’s hand slides lower, gripping my ass hard enough to lift me slightly onto my toes. His cock presses against me, thick and unmistakable. Heat floods my cheeks.
I should be scared… I am scared.
But the fear twists together with something darker, something that makes me press back against him without thinking.
Ruel breaks the kiss, breathing hard against my neck. In that moment his dark eyes find mine.
“You want more?” he asks, voice rough as gravel.
I swallow, no longer sure what I want. I only know I don’t want him to stop. Not yet.
Suddenly he spins me around, definitely not interested in an answer. I stumble across the room, held tightly by his arms on my hips.
My palms slap against the cold window glass as my chest meets it with a soft thud. The chill shocks through the thin fabric, making me gasp.
Outside, the night is black and endless, the stars distant witnesses.
His body cages me from behind. Heat from him clashing with the cold from the window.
My brain struggles to pick which I prefer.
Then his hand slides up my side, the rough texture of his palm grazing my bare thigh.
“Ruel…” I shiver violently.
His fingers trace higher, brushing the edge of my underwear. It’s a simple cotton. There's nothing pretty about it. I’ve never needed anything like that. I never considered anyone seeing me like this.
He pauses his movement, teasing the damp fabric.
“You’re shaking,” he murmurs against my ear. His voice mocking. “Scared, little chicken?”
My breath catches and I grab the heavy curtains on either side of the window, my fingers twisting into the soft material for support.
I watch how my knuckles go white from how tight my hold is.
I bite down on my lip once he hooks a finger under the edge of my underwear and pulls it aside.
Cool air hits my slick folds, and I whimper before I can stop myself.
His fingers glide through my wetness, slow and deliberate. One circles my clit, light at first, then firmer.
My hips jerk forward involuntarily.
“Soaked already,” he says, almost sounding amused. “Just from a kiss. What a cheap little slut.”
The words taste bitter, making anger flare hot in my chest.
“Don’t call me that.” I hiss, twisting as I try to push his hand away.
But he doesn’t let me.
The moment my hand moves to stop him, he slams two fingers deep inside me.
“Fuck!” I cry out, shocked. It burns.
N…not badly, but enough to remind me how new this is. How untouched I’ve been. My walls flutter around the sudden intrusion, tight and unprepared.
Ruel doesn’t give me time to adjust.
He pulls back and thrusts again, harder. Then again. Setting a rhythm that’s punishing and perfect all at once.
“Try to stop me again,” he growls against my ear. “Go on. Tell me to stop.”
I open my mouth but nothing comes out.
I can’t say it… I don’t want to say it.
My forehead presses against the cool glass. My breath fogs it in frantic bursts. The curtains are bunched in my fists, anchoring me as my legs start to shake.
He curls his fingers inside me, finding a spot that makes my vision spark white, my moan embarrassingly loud.
“That’s right,” he says darkly with satisfaction. “You don’t want me to stop. You want to be fucked like the needy little thing you are.”
Goddess, I hate how right he is.
His thumb finds my clit again, rubbing in tight, relentless circles while his fingers drive into me over and over.
The wet sounds grow louder as my arousal coats his hand and drips down my thighs. I’ve never been this wet. Never imagined I could be.
Pleasure builds so fast that my hips start moving on their own, rocking back to meet each thrust of his hand.
“Ruel…oh goddess…”
“Cum,” he commands. “Cum on my fingers like a good slut, Ira.”
The word should make me furious but my mind's too focused on how luxurious my name sounds, rolling off his tongue.
The orgasm crashes through me without mercy and my pussy clenches hard around his fingers, pulsing in waves that make my knees buckle.
I release a muffled scream into the glass, my body shaking, held up only by his arm around my waist and my death grip on the curtains.
But he doesn’t stop.
He slows just enough to let me feel every aftershock, then starts again, his fingers going deeper this time.
His palm grinds against my swollen clit with every thrust.
“No, no, it’s too much…” I gasp, but my body betrays me, arching back into him.
“You can take it,” he says, increasing his speed.
His voice remains steady, he sounds like he's in control of his actions while I'm shivering under him, unable to control the slutty sounds that pout out of me.
I frown realizing he’s not the one falling apart here.
“One more. I want to feel you break again.” He groans into my ear.
“Sen…sensitive.” I stutter.
Every touch borders on pain, but the pain twists into pleasure so sharp it steals my breath.
He adds a third finger, stretching me further. The burn returns, mingled with fullness I’ve never known. My innocence is being taken with every stroke and I can’t stop it.
I don’t want to.
Tears prick my eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming intensity of it all. From realizing how easily he commands my body.
How little fight I have when he's… using me.
I arc against him as a hand slides up, cupping my breast roughly through the bra. He aggressively yanks it down before pinching my nipple, rolling it between his fingers…
“Ahh,” I sob out a moan. “Please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for.
He leans in, his lips brushing my ear.
“You’re mine to ruin tonight,” he whispers. “And you’re going to let me.”
The second climax builds slower but deeper. It coils low in my belly, heavy and inevitable.
I feel it coming just as I feel myself tightening around his fingers again.
When it hits, it’s devastating.
With a louder cry, I come harder than before, a rush of wetness soaking his hand, my thighs, the floor beneath us.
My eyes widen as I can’t tell if this is normal. Or have I just embarrassed myself by peeing all over the floor?
My body convulses, my vision going dark at the edges as pleasure tears through me in endless waves.
A strong arm holds me through it, fingers still buried deep inside my cunt, his thumb still circling gently until I’m a boneless whimpering mess.
Only then does he pull out slowly.
I slump against the window, forehead to the glass, chest heaving.
Behind me, his breathing is ragged too.