Cyrus licks the tips of his fingers, reaches between us and starts brushing his fingers against my sensitive clit. My eyes roll into the back of my head as heat starts to build inside of me. His touch feels so good, and my whole body twitches with each tantalizing brush of his fingers. I'm hot, so fucking hot, and all I want to do is shed the fabric still sandwiched between us.
Rising to my knees, I kick off my sneakers, reach for my sports bra and pull it up over my head. The shorts can stay, but I need to shed everything else. I want to feel as close to him as possible. Following my lead, Cyrus sheds the rest of his clothing as he stares at me hungrily.
We lock eyes with each other, and for a moment, we just take each other in. It feels monumental. Like there’s no going back after this. If I give myself to him now, I’m not only accepting who he is, but everything he’s done in the past. The games. The cruel words. Everything. But I don’t want to think anymore. Not when it comes to my feelings for Cyrus Cole.
I climb back on his lap, and hold my breath as Cy guides himself towards my entrance. He inches the tip in and I let out a little sigh as I adjust to the stretch. I study his face as my pussy takes him in. His pupils dilate and his brow furrows in concentration as I slowly slide myself up and down his shaft.
“Yes, Princess.” He coaxes, digging his fingers into the flesh of my hips. “Fuck yourself just like that.”
I move faster, feeling empowered by his filthy words. I bounce on him over and over again until I see the moment Cy becomes maddened with lust.
Cy sits up and sinks his teeth into the side of my neck as he takes over the strokes. Fucking me hard as the sting from his bite sends chills down my spine. Everything about the way he fucks me feels possessive, and it hurts in the best way possible.
He’s insatiable, and as my tits bounce in his face, his greedy mouth latches onto one of my nipples and bites down, hard. His hands find my ass cheeks and he spreads them so wide as he pounds into me, it feels like his cock is splitting me in half.
I’m thrown into a state of catatonic bliss as the pain and pleasure he gives me compete for my undivided attention. His teeth clamp down on my nipple and I throw my head back and moan. “Oh, my god. That feels so fucking good.”
As his thick cock pulls a mind-blowing orgasm out of me, I pound my fist against his chest and curse his name. “Cyrus. Cyrus. Oh my fucking god, Cy—”
Cyrus silences my curse with a filthy kiss as his hips move more furiously. The stimulus is too much and I’m on the precipice of pushing him when I feel his muscles stiffen and he releases a powerful orgasm of his own as tongue dances with mine.
The two of us sit there for a moment with bodies intertwined, neither of us willing to be the first to part. After a few minutes, I’m the first to move, and Cyrus presses his forehead against mine.
“Not that exciting, huh?” He teases, wrapping his arms around me and squeezing me tightly.
“Don’t get it twisted, Cole.” I say, fighting the smile threatening to form on my lips. “I still hate you.”
Cyrus groans as I pull myself off of him and fall to the ground
. I roll out on my back and lay there for a second just trying to catch my breath.
“You can hate me. For now.” He smirks, folding his arms behind his head. “But one day, P. You’re going to love me.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I say, shaking my head as I lean against my elbows. “For the record, Cy. I don’t hate you.” I say, looking up at the dark beams running along the ceiling.
“Come on, there’s a little hate in there. I feel it.”
“I hate myself.” I confess. “Maybe that’s what you’re feeling?”
“Princess, don’t blame—”
“Don’t.” I say, sitting up and pulling my knees to my chest. “Don’t try to make me feel better.” I release a breath and wrap my arms around my knees before continuing. “What happened to Alex isn’t anyone’s fault, but my own. I knew the risks of being with you guys and I went along with it, anyway. Alex is gone because of my choices. Not yours. I’m an awful person and I don’t deserve anyone’s love.”
I blink back the tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I will not sit here and feel sorry for myself. I’ve got myself into this mess and I have to deal with the fucking consequences and figure my own way out.
“That’s not true.” He says, shifting to a seated position to run his hands along my bare arms.
“Yes, it is.” I say, glaring back at him. “You just don’t see.”
“I know what the fuck I see, P.” He says, pulling me back into his lap. “I see someone who’s kind. And strong. Someone who would do whatever it takes to protect the people she loves. Tell me, does that sound like someone who doesn't deserve love?”
I lean back in his powerful arms and absorb the attention I know I don’t deserve. Despite what he says, I know I’ll never be able to right my wrongs. To undo whatever damage is being done to my sister, but if Cyrus can still look at me and see someone who deserves to be loved. Maybe after we save her, and everything is said and done, I’ll be able to look at myself in the same light. Maybe.
Fifteen
Chewing on my thumbnail,I shoot a scathing glance at the receptionist as she shoves another piece of bright red cherry bubblegum into her mouth. It’s her third piece in the last thirty minutes, so either the gum she buys is shit or I’m stuck in some type of psychological torture device. She pops her gum and I flinch, narrowing my eyes at her as I grit my teeth.People who pop their gum deserve jail time.
She notices my reaction and offers me a timid smile. “Sorry.” She says with a tiny wince. “Still getting used to the echo in here.”
