Chapter 230

Neil kisses me. It starts gentle, his lips pressed to mine, but then quickly deepens as his tongue slips into my mouth.

We’re already naked, there’s no clothes to divest each other of. Instead, we trail our hands over each other’s bare skin, reacquainting with each other’s bodies.

Neil doesn’t share Archer’s thick muscle-mass, but that doesn’t mean he’s without. Even having been sick for so long, his body remains toned, probably thanks to his strong wolf.

I’d already seen examples of Neil’s strength, when he had pushed me up against that glass and…

My body comes alive again, remembering. That tongue that pleasured me so thoroughly last night is now lapping at my own tongue now instead, in mimicry of the movements of the night before. He licks up the side of my tongue and then runs lazy circles around it.

His arms at my waist tug me closer to him. My curves press against the hard lines of his body and I moan. My nipples are hard now, dragging against his skin. It all feels so damn good, I think I might be losing my mind.

Neil rolls on top of me, so that my body is trapped between the muscled wall of his body and the soft push of the mattress. I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.

As he kisses me, he lifts his hands and cups my breasts. He flicks his thumbs across my nipples until I’m a moaning mess.

I break the kiss to catch my breath, it’s difficult when I’m so bombarded with pleasure.

He latches his mouth onto my neck instead and sucks in a mark.

I’d thrash if I wasn’t pinned down. It feels so good, but I want more. I want everything.

“Neil…” I whimper. I’m begging, I know. I can be embarrassed about it when I’m not in the throes of passion.

“I know what you want,” Neil says, voice low and breathy, hot in my ear. “Trust me to give it to you, Chloe.”

I do trust him, else we wouldn’t be here. What I don’t trust is his ability to do this with any sort of haste whatsoever.

Yet, then, he traces one hand down, down from my breast to my belly, down over my abdomen, and finally to the apex of my thighs. His fingers zero in on my clit with practiced ease, and I jolt. My body, pressed down, however, has nowhere to go, so I simply tremble against Neil, clinging onto his shoulders.

I curl my fingernails into his skin. He smiles at the bit of it. “Feel good?” he asks, though he knows damn well it feels good. I’ve already showed him how good I felt last night.

“Neil…” I whine. He’s so close to where I want him today. What he’s doing feels so fucking fantastic, but I want him… “Inside…”

He hums as he slides the fingers down from my clit and slips them past my folds. He teases at my entrance a moment, tracing along the outside of it. I’m positively soaked and we both know it.

His smile grows wider, smug, so goddamned pleased with himself. Before I can yell at him to hurry the hell up, he slips that finger inside of me, and the words strangle in my mouth.

It’s so strange being touched there by a man. It’s not the first time he’s done so, but just like every time before, I marvel at the feel of his long, talented fingers slipping inside me. He drags the finger in and out long and slow, before adding in a second one.

I grab onto his shoulders with renewed voracity.

Then he curves his fingers forward, as if searching for something along the front of my pussy. What could he possibly be –?

“AH!” I cry as a shot of pleasure flashes through me like I’ve been struck by lightning.

“Found it,” Neil says. He continues to press against that spot, massaging it until I see actual stars in front of my eyes.

My body shakes and trembles. I arch my back but I have so limited space to move with Neil, so powerful, on top of me.

My orgasm rips through me. “N-Neil!” I cry out, surely breaking the sound barrier.

I’ve never felt pleasure like this before. It’s a whole new level.

All the time, he continues pressing his fingers to that spot, as if he’s trying to milk every last dazzling sensation from my body. I ride that high for as long as I can, before I start to squirm. It’s too much.

Then, he finally takes mercy and removes his fingers.

“I think you’re ready,” he says.

I’m in a haze of blissed-out pleasure, but still, I nod. My body is already rearing back up again at the promise of more.

Beau has helped train me to go again and again and again, all night long.

I’m definitely up for another round, if it gets Neil inside of me.

Gently he eases my legs farther open, then squares himself into the space between them. He looks down at me as he sits back on his heels. With hooded eyes he looks over my body, his gaze snagging on my tits and then on my pussy. He strokes himself gently.

Then, as if remembering something, he leans over the bed and plucks his pants where they landed on the corner of the mattress. From his back pocket, he retrieves a small packet. He rips it open and slides the condom over his rock-hard throbbing dick.

I’m fucking horny as hell but I still laugh a little. It would be Neil, ever the boy scout, to be prepared for any situation.

“You knew this would happen?” I ask. My voice is hoarse from screaming.

He grin. “I’d hoped.”

We both sober then, as he crawls over me. Holding himself, he aligns his dick to my entrance.

“It will hurt for a moment. Just try to stay relaxed,” he says.

I nod. I’m starting to get nervous, but I’m no coward.

And I trust Neil. I know he’ll make it feel good.

He slides his dick into my pussy and it’s so big. Too big. It’s too much. He continues sliding. As he finally fills me to the brim, I struggle to catch my breath. It stings, and tears well in my eyes.

Neil stays very still. Leaning over me, he kisses away my tears.

They don’t last long before my body adjusts to the new presence. Then, I say, “Okay. I’m okay.” I’m so breathless, I don’t recognize my own voice.

“Okay,” he says and starts to move. He goes slowly at first, pulling gently back and back until he’s almost out of me and then sliding back inside. He keeps that pace a few strokes, until my body has long forgotten the pain and is remembering patience instead.

“Neil,” I growl.

He stills, then looks at my face, studying me. Is he looking for pain? Damn, he’s way off the mark.

“Fuck me,” I say.

His eyes widen a moment, and then a moment later, catch fire. He braces himself, arms at either side of me, and starts to fucking move.

He ramps up his pace until he’s fucking me in earnest, pistoning in and out of me so hard and fast that I’m being absolutely plowed into the mattress and all I can do is hold onto his shoulders and beg for more.

“Fuck! Yes! Neil! Y-ah-es!”

I had no idea sex could feel like this. So fucking good. If I thought I knew pleasure before, I was an idiot, because this… this is pleasure.

Neil fucks like an animal. He grunts and moans and says my name like he’s praying, “Chloe. Oh, Chloe.”

I’m peaking faster than I ever have before. I try to hold it off, but I can’t do anything to stop it. I’m trapped in this cycle of pleasure.

“Neil, I-I! I can’t! I! AH!”

The sensations are too much. He shifts so that his dick is hitting that tender spot inside of me with every thrust.

I claw down his back and I scream. My pussy clenches around his dick, and at the same time I orgasm harder than I ever have before, I feel his dick pulse inside of me.

“Chloe!” Neil roars.

And I pass out.