Page 42 of Forgiveness
CHAPTER TWENTY
Flux
Flux watched inawe as Maggie lowered herself down until he was deep inside her wet heat, his back arching up to meet her at the same time that she flung her head back with a moan.
“I didn’t think it was possible to miss that so much. Didn’t we just do this?” Maggie murmured, tugging on his hair to arch his neck. Her hungry lips demanded his in a dominant act that made him growl with pleasure.
“Doesn’t fuckin’ matter, we can keep doing it all day, every day,” Flux groaned into her mouth and anchored her hips with his hands.
Maggie was smooth and burning hot against his palms, and when she started to rock against him, he let her set the pace. She ground down on his lap and the friction from his jeans must have teased her clit, because her eyelids fluttered and she licked her lips, increasing her thrusts while her hands explored every inch of him.
“That’s right, Duchess, take what you want from me,” he said, arching up to meet her frenzied thrusts.
Maggie’s wet heat contracted over him as she plunged herself down and her thighs tightened on either side of him. Flux held on for the ride, loving how Duchess used all her skills from riding a horse to buck all over him.
“Fuck, darlin’,” he rasped as her walls molded around him.
Maggie’s cheeks flushed and her lips parted as she slipped her hands under his T-shirt and ran her nails down his chest—hard and demanding. Flux’s gaze roamed around each delicious curve, dimple, and bend on her body, reveling in the fact that they were so in tune with each other. She knew how to fuck him, and the way she cried out and writhed when he made her come told him she was more than satisfied with the way he fucked her too. The thing that blew his mind was how much he craved her. It seemed like he could never get enough of Maggie and was always left wanting more. Yeah, there was no doubt about it … he was fucking addicted to her body, the feel of her, the way she smelled, the way she tasted … all of her.
With a possessive noise deep in his throat, Flux gripped her hip until she cried out, biting her lip and thrusting her down even harder. His other hand glided over her tits before he cupped one and sucked her peach-colored nipple into his mouth with a tight tease of his teeth. Maggie arched into him allowing him better access. Flux slid his palm in between where they were joined as she went up and plunged back down. When she hit his palm, he rubbed her sweet button with his thumb. Small, short strokes. A wolfish grin tipped up his lips as their stares caught and her breathing hitched with a secret smile.
Maggie moved harder, faster, edged on by his teasing into a frenzy as her nails bit in the back of his shoulders. Flux traced her mouth with his tongue, loving the small whimpers that escaped from her parted lips.
“Tell me when you’re about to come, baby.” He nipped her neck and kept up the pace with his thumb, gauging her for any sudden movements indicating he needed to switch it up.
Fuck, he was delicate with her and treated her like a prized possession, showering her with compliments and taking her pleasure into account over his without missing a single, fucking beat. When was the last time he’d done that? The answer alluded Flux—he’d been utterly selfish in bed for the past six years. He only needed a woman for one night, to get his stones off, and then to pass the fuck out. Hell, he couldn’t even remember half his encounters with all the women he’d fucked. But here and now with his Duchess, none of his past mattered, so long as she came long and hard, passing out on top of him.
“Soon, Flux. Soon,” she cried out, breaking her rhythm and strokes down into his lap.
Each time Maggie came down onto his cock he could feel her tense up around him, her muscles begging for release as she milked him. Her juices were starting to soak through to his jeans as he gritted his teeth and used his grip on her hip to help her out, slamming her down harder onto him.
“Fuck, Duchess. You’re tight as hell. Keep going, I wanna make you come,” Flux murmured against her tits as he flicked one nipple and then the other. Maggie bucked, threw her head back and moaned, and he reveled in how responsive she was to his touch.
“Please, Flux … please, so close …” she begged as his thrusts upward became more brutal, rougher with her little pleas ringing in his ears.
He loved doing new things to every inch of her and watching her reactions. The small jerks, movements, and intimate facial expressions made something in his chest tighten every time he looked at her, cherishing her while she took what she deserved from him. He wanted her on the edge, ready to topple into a million pieces. All because of him.
Without a doubt, Flux wanted to be the one to make her see pleasure the way she’d never seen it before because he’d given it to her for the first time. He wanted her to never forget him the way he’d forgotten countless other hookups. Flux wanted to burn every second of their time together into his memory bank so he could dig it out when he was alone. Once he moved on, he’d need it to help him through the shit times when he’d want to take one more drink or one more hit.
If Flux could hold on to Maggie and hold on to himself for one more second, maybe there was hope that this was his reality: that he’d somehow been granted a reprieve in the hellhole that was his life and given a chance to grab on to this woman and keep her, not wreck her whole life like a house of toppling cards.
Maggie’s face was lost to bliss, her eyes rolling lightly in the back of her head as her hands skittered across his back, losing their grip on his shoulders.
“Now,” Flux whispered, watching as her legs quivered around him and her hands folded into fists at the fabric of his T-shirt hiked right above his chest. She whimpered and bit her lower lip, almost losing her rhythm. “That’s it, Duchess, let it all go.”
Maggie orgasmed around him, her inner walls drew up tight around him, and her moans rose to his ears. While she lost herself in the sensation, Flux drove his hips upward fighting her tight, slick heat in a bid to drive her even higher. Each inch seemed like heaven as he fought through her body’s orgasm and continued thumbing her sweet spot, landing small kisses along her neck and collarbone to balance out the epic sensations riding inside her flesh.
Maggie’s face lit up and glowed with pleasure. A grin spread across Flux’s face as she blinked back into reality, still arching her back and moving to his well-timed, quick, and deep thrusts from beneath her while she wrapped herself around his body.
She made a blissful noise in his ear, sitting up to kiss him as her nails gently teased down his inner thighs and she leaned back, deepening the angle.Fuck, she’s gonna be the death of me.There was no way he could hold on much longer when the view was this damn good.
“Fuck, baby. Your body’s so beautiful. Don’t stop what you’re doing, keep exactly like that, and I’m gonna come until I pass the fuck out,” Flux groaned and used his leverage to aid her swift hip thrusts downward onto him.
A shudder rolled up his spine and pressure mounted in the small of his back. His brain turned to fucking mush as his fingers gripped Maggie’s hips until she cried out, biting his lip at the same time that his orgasm flashed across his whole body. Strong jolts propelled through him along with the vague notion that his woman was still working herself on his palm between their legs as he rode out the exquisite sensation that wrung out of every pore of his body.
“I want … to go … for number two,” Maggie said, her voice strained while continuing to move against him.
“That can more than be arranged, Duchess,” Flux took his hand back and cupped her ass and her shoulder before he shifted so she landed in a surprised heap under him on her back. “Did you just squeak at me?”
“Maybe,” she looked down, sheepish, and suddenly shy.
“Good. I fuckin’ loved it.” Flux rose above her, surveying his territory and knowing full well he would enjoy finding out exactlywhichlittle spots, curves, and buttonsdid whatto her extra sensitive flesh.
He crushed his mouth on her while easing his fingers between her legs.Fuck!Maggie was so damn wet against his fingers as he slid two of them inside her and started working her up again.
“Let’s see how many other sexy sounds I can get from your perfect mouth. It’ll be a game and it’s not stopping until I’m fuckin’ satisfied that you can’t get a single second’s more pleasure. Understand the rules, baby?” He bent down and flicked her hardened nipples with the tip of his tongue.
“Oh God, Flux,” Maggie breathed as she shimmied her hips to match his finger strokes. A wave of satisfaction broke over him so hard and so quick, he caught his breath looking down on the delectable woman spread bare before him.
Flux didn’t know what karma he’d earned to get her in his life, but whatever the fuck it was, fluke or not, he hoped he did it again and again so he never had to lose her.
