Debauched (Undone Book 3) (20 page)

I feel the words all the way in my bones. “Yes.”

He leaves my breast and makes a path down my stomach and into my panties, only to touch lightly with no real pressure.

I arch my hips. “Will you do what you did at the restaurant?” It feels like I’ve traveled a lifetime since then.

“What did I do?” His words are gruff.

“I don’t know.” I gesture. “With your hand.”

“Like this?” He makes a V with his fingers and squeezes, and it sends electricity rising through me.

I cry out, pressing into the couch and twisting at the sensation.

“Or like this?” He shifts, thrusts two fingers inside me, and grinds the heel of his hand against my clit.

“Yes!” My voice is a short, sharp burst.

“Which one?” His tone is amused.

“Both.” I close my eyes, sinking into the couch as another keening bolt of pleasure spears through me. “Oh, god, please don’t stop.”

He plunges in and out, palm rubbing my clit, and it’s so good.

So, so good.

My hips jerk and gyrate, catching the rhythm of his movements.

“That’s right, ride my fingers like a good little girl.”

Lust crashes through me—I don’t know why his words cause such an inferno and right now I don’t care—I just give in to it.

He shifts again, pulling out to rub my clit in that exquisite squeezing motion.

My harsh breathing fills the air. For the first time I don’t think. Don’t worry. Don’t have an out-of-body experience. I’m right here. In this room. With Chad.

Who’s so fucking talented he should be illegal.

I’m so close. I’m terrified he’ll stop so I ask again. “Please don’t stop. Please.”

“I won’t, Ruby.” He plunges inside me again and sets a dirty rhythm that drives me out of my mind. “You just let go whenever you’re ready and I’ve got you.”

I clutch his shirt, fisting it and curling my hands into a tight fist. My head thrashes as I almost catch the orgasm, my muscles tighten and I chase it, but then it’s gone.

He switches back to focusing all his attention on the hard, needy bud between my legs. “Don’t try, girl. Don’t even think. Relax.”

I coil taut as another bolt of sensation lashes through me. I’m sweating. I’m so close. So, so close.

He stops, but before I can demand he continue, he pulls back and swats me, full on my mound. “Stop trying.”

I freeze as the full impact of what he’s done washes over me at the same instant pleasure explodes through me. My lids fly open and I meet his gaze.

His jaw is hard and a muscle works. He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, instinct took over.”

I blink. “Instinct?”

“Yes.” He swallows, his expression darkening. “Sometimes pain helps with focus.”

“It didn’t hurt.”

He tilts his head. “No?”

“It did…but…” I flush, then do the most depraved act since that night we talked on the phone and I’d licked myself. I open my thighs and lift. “Do it again.”

His expression turns hungry and feral, but he doesn’t deliver. Instead, he raises a brow. “Is that how you ask?”

I arch more. I don’t know what’s happening between us, but desire and need has amplified, pulsing the air. “Will you please do it again, Chad?”

His fingers circle my clit. “Do what?”

I bite my lip. Not sure what words to use. I mean, I know the words, I just don’t know how to form them on my lips and say them.

His eyes are bright, but unrelenting. “Ask me, specifically, Ruby.”

This should be cooling my blood, but it’s having the opposite effect. Lust is pounding through me like a stampede. My core literally clamps down in response to the words. I don’t understand it, but I don’t want to question. Because I’m on the precipice of something profound and I don’t want to lose it. I lick my lips. “Please hit me like that again.”

He pulls back and his fingers snap against me. “Like that?”

The impact radiates out like a rock plunking into the water, creating a rippling effect that crests through my body. I moan. “Yes, like that.”

He does it again.

I close my eyes. And sink into the exquisite, wicked sensation. He’s right; it does focus me. All other thoughts trickle from my mind, leaving my sole concentration on the strike of his hand. It’s not hard. It’s like a thud. A rhythmic, mindless thing I can lose myself in.

“More?” he says, hot in my ear.

I open my legs wider. Later I’ll be embarrassed but I don’t have time for that now. Not with something so important happening. “Please.”

“Harder?”

“Can you?”

“Yes.”

In answer, I arch higher. At some point my foot has moved to the floor, providing me leverage.

“Stay like that. Just like that.” He starts again, this time with more stinging force.

I scream. Actually scream with the pleasure. I start rocking my hips to meet his strokes.

It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.

It hurts, kind of, but I don’t know. It’s too good to hurt. It’s completely depraved, completely wanton and abandoned. Some distant part of my mind wants to insert itself, to stop what’s happening as too much, but then he hits me again, and it dissolves into thin air. I don’t even process the word before I say it. I just whisper it in a voice I don’t even recognize. “Harder. Please.”

He shifts, changing his angle, and then strikes.

I feel it everywhere. From the tips of my toes to the top of my head. My fingers tingle with it. It’s in the tight pull of my nipples. The fullness of my lips. The rapid rise and fall of my chest, and shake of my thighs. I gasp out his name. “Chad.”

His breathing is as fast as my own. “Let it happen, Ruby. You’re right there. Just let it happen.”

“I—”

He hits me harder. “Shhh… Don’t think about it.” Again he strikes, and then squeezes my clit. “You’re so wet. Soaking my hand.”

He’s right, I’m right there. Ready to come. The words tumble through my mind. “I—” I trail off as he hits me again, the words scattering in a million directions.

He doesn’t let up. Doesn’t stop. “That’s right, it’s completely fucking depraved.” Another thud. “And hot. So damn hot.” A stinging slap. “All I can think about is how hot your cunt is going to be when I fuck you.”

My hips move relentlessly, seeking the contact of his hand.

“Let go, and come for me.”

And with that, on the next strike, I do. I freeze, my hips raised; all my muscles tense as the most powerful orgasm of my life screams through me, crashing over me. He smacks me one more time then ruthlessly works my clit as wave after wave washes over me in blinding, soul-drenching ecstasy.

Chad

I lose my fucking mind as I watch her come apart. She’s exactly how I wanted her—mindless, unthinking, greedy in her own pleasure. She works her clit into my hand, demanding and gorgeous.

I didn’t plan on fucking her tonight but I know that’s no longer an option. I need it. She needs it. I don’t question it, but I know it’s right. What needs to happen. She needs to feel my ownership of her body, as much as I do. Even though she’s not processing what’s happening between us.

I don’t want her to come down, so I kiss her. Unleash all my considerable lust on her.

I roll on top of her and she’s still grinding her cunt against me, trying to chase the pleasure that had stormed through her. I’d seen the change in her, and had known that after all these weeks she’d come for me, but the execution. Christ. I never expected that.

It was the hottest, most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I roll her nipple, harder than I’ve dared before in all the hours I’d touched her. She moans needy in my mouth, pressing harder. I tug and twist, firmer and more insistent. Her body writhes and she goes crazy against me.

I stop being careful with her. Because, I realize my mistake now. She’d needed the coaxing at first, because that’s the only way she’d ever trust me—if she felt no pressure at all. She needed to relax and be given the freedom to stop pretending.

But I see what really drives her now. How she needs to be pushed.

I move down her body, suck her nipple into my mouth and bite down. I’ll leave a mark in my wake, a memory for tomorrow.

She cries out and bucks against me.

I’m going to lose it on her.

When I’d smacked her the first time I’d been riding pure instinct but the second she’d frozen I’d been sure I’d ruined everything. When she spread her legs and asked for more I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

I sink my teeth into her flesh and tug.

She calls out my name, twining her hands in my hair, and pushes me closer.

Something has broken between us and there are absolutely no walls. No going back.

I’ve pushed past all her reserve and am seeing the Ruby that lives underneath. The one
nobody
has ever seen but me. It makes me greedy for more, demanding and ruthless.

I lift my head and slide up her body. “I’m going to fuck you now.”

She drags her needy pussy against my stomach, slicking my flesh. “Yes.”

I grip her chin. “Open your eyes.”

Her lashes flutter open and all I see there is dazed, heady lust.

“I’m not going to take my time.”

She sucks in a breath.

“I’m not going to go easy on you.”

She’s making desperate little circles of her hips, working her clit against me.

I nip her bottom lip. “I’m going to use you for my own pleasure and when I’m done, there’s not anything you won’t do for me.”

She shudders, drags her nails down my back, and arches her neck in offering. “Yes. Anything.”

And that’s it. I’m done.

I rear up, think about ripping her skirt down her legs, but change my mind. I love the way she looks right now. Breasts spilling over her bra, skirt bunched around her waist, thigh highs against pale skin. Chest heaving, mouth swollen, she stares up at me with those brilliant fucking eyes and looks completely undone, completely debauched.

If I custom designed a fantasy, she’d look exactly like this.

I strip my shirt over my head, unbuckle my belt, and shove down my pants and underwear. Her eyes grow wide at the sight of my cock, and with all the times we fooled around I’ve forgotten she’s never really seen me. I’m larger than normal, thicker. I’ll stretch her and she’ll be tight as hell around me.

I reach into the shallow drawer of my coffee table and grab a condom. She’s still staring at my cock, and I see some semblance of rationality sneaking over her, so acting on instinct again I slap her breast, then her nipple.

Her attention jerks to me, and she sucks in a breath.

I raise a brow. “Should I do that again too?”

She gulps, and nods.

“Say the words, Ruby.” Even riding high, I’m being careful to get her consent because she still doesn’t really understand what’s playing out between us. All she knows is she likes it, it makes her hungry, and she doesn’t want to stop. I’m giving her no chance to think but I still insist on her agreement.

She licks her lips. “Please hit me again.”

I rest between her legs and put the heel of my hand over her clit and smack her breast.

She arches her neck. “Oh god.”

I set a dirty rhythm, alternating between slapping her tits and grinding against her clit until she’s forgotten all about the size of my cock and if I’ll fit in favor of her pleasure.

When I have her mindless, I hold her by the neck, and working her cunt I ask, “Are you ready to be fucked?”

Her throat muscles work under my grasp. “Yes.”

I let her go, tear open the condom and roll it on. All I want is to slam into her but that’s not possible. I’ll need to be slow. I spread her wide and slide my cock up and down the length of her wetness and along her clit.

Her whole back bows off the couch. She’s so slippery I glide right over her. Her knees come up to clasp my hips, as she moans and urges me forward. On my next pass I push into her, filling her just a little bit. Shallow strokes. I grit my teeth. She’s so damn tight. I’ve been controlled for weeks and every primal urge is demanding to be unleashed, but I can’t. Not quite yet.