Chapter 131
"That is exactly what I intend to do."
The promise in his voice makes me shiver. It's a delicious shiver, one that promises more.
But then he pushes me back onto the bed, his hand between my breasts. It's not a heavy push, but the demand is clear, and I settle onto the sheets, waiting. He strips quickly, his eyes never leaving me, and when he crawls onto the bed, he kneels between my thighs and grips the tops of them. "Lift," he orders, and I do.
I watch him as he hooks my knees over his elbows. I'm distantly aware of how small this ship is, and how close the crew is at all times, but the rest of the world is a distant buzz as I wait for his next move. "You're not going anywhere, are you, mate? No. You're right where you belong."
He's right. I'm exactly where I want to be. I don't say any of that aloud, though, not when it's already obvious. Besides, his fingers are drifting down my sides, and he's leaning over me, his lips tracing the line of my jaw.
"Do you think you can remain silent?" He punctuates the question by nipping the shell of my ear.
"Probably not."
"Then I'll make it so that you can't."
I open my mouth to reply, but he shifts his weight forward, his cock pressing against my pussy. I groan and tip my head back.
He chuckles. "So eager."
"And you aren't?"
Wake pushes into me slowly, inch by inch. It's torture. Delicious, wonderful, amazing torture. His expression is a mask, but he can't hide the way his body trembles, his fingers digging into the flesh of my hips. It's the only sign that he's as affected by this as I am.
I arch up, trying to get him to move faster, and his hands tighten. "No."
"Please."
He smirks, a dimple popping in his cheek, and slides in another inch. "You'll just have to wait."
I make a sound—frustration, arousal, need—and he laughs, low and husky. His hands slip to my ass, lifting my hips off the bed and changing the angle of his thrust.
"God, yes."
He does it again and then stops, his eyes closing, his jaw clenched. "You need to be quiet."
I'm already shaking my head. "Can't. Can't do it."
He gives me a lazy smile, his hands moving over my body in a slow caress. "Yes, you can. You're going to, because you like being good for me. Because you're close." He leans in and drags his lips across the sensitive skin beneath my ear. "Aren't you, pretty girl?"
I nod, too desperate to lie. I am so close. He knows it, too. He can read me like an open book, and that's fine with me because his mouth is trailing lower, and his hands are sliding down to cup my ass. He tilts my hips upward, and he's moving inside me, slowly, so damn slowly. I'm going out of my mind, and he's smiling.
"Tell me."
My mouth opens, but the only thing that comes out is a low moan.
"Use your words."
"I'm close," I manage. "I'm so close."
"What do you need?"
I reach for him, but he moves, shifting away so that I can't touch him.
"Use your words, sweetheart."
"You," I finally pant. "I need you."
"Better."
His hips move, and he fucks me hard. There's nothing but us. He fills every sense, and it's glorious. He's right there with me, his expression almost pained. I feel him grow bigger, and his rhythm falters. He's close, and so am I.
Just as I'm on the brink of losing myself completely to Wake, a sudden knock breaks through the haze of pleasure surrounding us. Wake stills for a moment, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of frustration and amusement. Without pulling away, he calls out, "Who is it?"
A muffled voice responds from the other side of the cabin door, "Captain's orders. Dinner will be served on deck in two hours."
I stifle a groan of frustration, but the man inside me isn't about to be so accommodating. Wake rolls his hips in a smooth stroke that sends heat coursing through my veins, and I can't quite keep myself from crying out.
The muffled voice sounds confused as they ask, "Sir, is everything all right?"
Wake doesn't even look away from me as he calls back, "Two hours. Do you think you'll be ready for dinner in two hours, Phoebe, love?"
Oh God. The heat that fills my cheeks is as much mortification as it is arousal. There's no way the crew member standing just outside this door can't tell exactly what's happening in here. And if that wasn't enough, the fact that Wake doesn't stop thrusting his thick cock deep inside my pussy, the fact that he keeps rolling his hips until the pleasure is nearly enough to drown out the embarrassment, is an added bonus.
"Phoebe?" Wake prompts.
I know I have to respond. I can't hide behind him, not in this moment. Even knowing the crewman can hear, that they probably know, it's not enough to temper the heat licking up my spine. I dig my heels into the firm muscle of his ass, trying to draw him in deeper. "Yes," I manage, and the word comes out breathy and light, barely intelligible.
"Very well. Enjoy your downtime." The crew member doesn't say anything else. I hear them walk away, and I can't even spare a thought for them, not with Wake's dark, dark eyes focused on me.
"That went better than I thought it would." His hands tighten on my hips, his fingertips pressing hard enough to bruise, and I hope they do. It's the best part of these moments. Not the sex, as amazing as it is. No, it's the fact that he has such complete control over his body and mine. It's the fact that Wake takes care of me as if I'm made of magic, and gold, and diamonds. He's the only one who ever has.
And I trust him to take care of me, which is not something I can say for a lot of people.
"You're not done yet, are you, mate?"
"Never." I grip him tight and cling to him for as long as I can.
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