Page 63 of Explosive Union
CHAPTER17
JADE
Iwake up feeling his gaze on me once again. Every morning for the past three days, Rocco has woken before me, and he's proceeded to lie beside me and watch me sleep.
It's infuriating and creepy. I'm not used to this much attention from someone. And that is all that Rocco has been paying me lately. Attention.
I’m not sure what's changed, but I’m guessing it’s down to the night that I had my meltdown. Just thinking about him and how he cared for me makes me well up. I never thought he could be that way. He was so attentive, sweet, caring, and made me feel as though I wasn't dirty, that I wasn't a victim. Something that my mam makes me feel whenever I see her. I know she doesn’t mean to. She can’t help it. Her eyes are so expressive.
I don't feel as though I'm breakable around him and that's something I love. I like feeling that strength I know I have inside. And Rocco brings it out in me because he infuriates me so much that I have no other choice than to bite back at him. I know he does it just to get a rise out of me.
But this level of creepiness is just wrong. “I can feel you staring at me. Quit it,” I grumble.
His chuckle sends goosebumps over my body and makes my stomach flip. Another thing I can’t comprehend is how I react to him. The way I feel when he presses his lips against my forehead, or the way he runs his fingers through my hair when we're just lying in bed. It's the little things that make such an impact on me. It's something I grew up watching, the small gestures of intimacy. It’s what my ma and da have done my entire life. It’s something I view as normal. And now I have it I just can't wrap my head around it.
“I stare at you because you are mine. Therefore, I can do whatever I please with your body.” His tone is deep, rich, and filled with lust. Since the night of the gala, he hasn't touched me sexually, and it's killing me.
Before I went to prison, I was a very sexual person. I love sex. And those men do not get to dictate my life. No bloody way. So, I want to get back to who I was before they tried to break me.
I turn over so that my body is pressed against his. We’re both naked beneath the covers. I can feel the thickness of his erection and I wrap my arm around his neck.
“Have you been tested?” I ask softly, as I press a kiss against the corner of his mouth.
His hand slides along my body until it rests on my ass. “I have. I’m clean.”
His cock is thick against my stomach. My breath deepens at his words as excitement courses through me. His hands on my ass knead the globes and pull me harshly against his cock. His touch is rough and filled with want. He’s not being gentle with me, and I love that.
A moan escapes me when his warm mouth closes around my nipple, his teeth nipping at my pebbled teat. I throw my head back and cling to him. He chuckles, the vibrations sending a tremor through my body. His mouth slowly moves down my body, his tongue caressing the skin as he moves southward. I'm feverish with lust. I'm so lost in this sexual haze that I’m mewling, begging him to take me.
When his mouth hits my pussy, I moan, his tongue going to work like he's been starved and has not tasted me in months. I wrap my hand around his cock and stroke him. His groan is enough encouragement for me to add more pressure, the strokes getting longer and longer as I grind against his mouth. My senses are in overload. I jerk his cock while he’s lapping me up.
“Ooh, fuck,” I cry as he nips at my clit. “I’m so close,” I whine. I’m so damn close, my body strung up like a damn bow, ready to explode.
“Come,” he demands. “I want to taste you.” His voice is deep and gruff. His fingers pull at my nipples, and that’s all it takes for me to detonate, grinding against his mouth as I come.
He moves so he’s lying beside me again, and I decide it’s time to repay the favor. He’s tasted me twice now. It’s my turn. I move down his body, my fingernails gently scratching him as I seek out his thick cock. The moment I do, I wrap my lips around it and suck hard.
“Christ,Mia cara,” he growls, as he thrusts deep into my mouth, the thickness of his cock making me gag. His hand touches my clit, and I buck against him. The sensation is almost too much.
I’m soaked. Sucking his cock while he plays with my pussy is making me crazy. I need him. I release his cock and stare at him, hoping I’m conveying everything with my eyes.
“You want this,Mia cara?” His chest is rising and falling with need, and he’s asking me if I want it? Why is he so damn considerate?
“More than my next breath,” I tell him honestly.
His smile is disarming, and the next thing I know, I’m on my back with him on top of me, my legs wrapped around his waist as his lips descend on mine. He takes everything from me with that kiss.
My hands tangle in his hair, and he responds feverishly. He dominates my mouth, owning it, and I hold on to him for dear life as he swiftly enters me with one movement. I cry out at the force, my fingernails digging into his shoulders.
He’s so big that it hurts as he pounds into me. It doesn’t take long for the pain to dull and turn into sheer pleasure. I’m moaning with each thrust, clawing at his back, trying to get him deeper in me. I need more. A knot in my stomach tells me I’m so fucking close, and yet, it’s not enough. I know I’m screwed. This man has made me want things, feel things, I never wanted. I’m falling so hard for him.
My pussy contracts around his cock as I detonate around him. I cry out, my vision blurring. Rocco’s still searching for his release, still pounding into me. It’s relentless. All I can do is cling to him as I come down from my orgasm. He thrusts once more inside of me, spurting strand after strand of cum into my pussy.
“Now that’s a wakeup call, not you creeping on me,” I say once we’re both recovered.
His deep chuckle hits me in the stomach. God, I fucking love that sound. “I’m sure it can be arranged.”
I groan when I look at the time. “I’ve got a meeting in an hour.”