Redeem Me (Beckett Brothers #2)

23. Caelon

Chapter Twenty-Three

CAELON

The door slams shut behind us, and I pounce on Ivy before she changes her mind. If she had any idea of how truly fucked-up I am, she wouldn’t want me near her, so it’s imperative we do this before she realises that, when I’m not imagining burying myself in her, I’m imagining burying bodies in the ground. She’s so sunny, so perfect and so damn positive with her let’s just live for today spiel, and I’m so dark, so troubled, and yes –she has it right – tortured.

My lips fuse with hers, and my hips pin her against the wall. It’s a good job there are no housekeeping staff in today because I wouldn’t be able to stop myself taking her right here, right now.

I’ve held back for long enough. There’s no going back. I’ve kissed her and I’m doing my damn best not to overthink it. Not to spiral. Ivy’s only here for the summer. There’s a time limit on this thing. There’s no need to panic.

She melts into me, her body writhing against mine. Eager hands grapple my neck, dragging me further into her like she’s silently willing me to devour her. My cock is rock solid between us, nudging the junction between her parted legs. I grab a handful of her pert tits and squeeze. She bucks against my pelvis in response.

Tearing my lips from hers, I run my tongue over her jawline and along the column of her throat. My fingers circle her wrists and pin them against the wall over her head. ‘I can’t believe you went out with my brother. Did he make you writhe like this? Do you wish it was him pinning you against this wall? His cock pushing at your entrance?’

‘No,’ she pants.

I pull my pelvis back and slam it against hers. ‘I should slap your ass for getting in his car.’

‘I want you.’ She grinds against me and slips a hand beneath my polo shirt, tracing the indentations between my pecs. ‘I nearly came on the spot when I saw your tattoo the other morning. It took me less than two minutes to get myself off thinking about it.’

The thought of her touching herself, thinking of me, makes my cock even harder. I slip my hand beneath her dress and tear her lingerie from her body with an abrupt tug. ‘No one gets you off but me from now on, okay?’

She swallows thickly, wide-eyed and wanting.

‘Do you understand, Ivy? While you are mine – and you are now – until this thing between us runs its course, I am the only one to make you come, understood? If you need a release, you come to me.’ I slide my fingers through her slickness, and she moans, nodding as her head rolls back against the wall.

She’d agree to pretty much anything right now. She’s so greedy for my cock. ‘If anyone lays a finger on what’s mine, they will be punished. And that includes you.’

I want all of her pleasure. I need it like I need oxygen. Because I know once I take her, no matter how many times I pleasure myself thinking of her, of this, it will never compare. So, if I can’t reach ecstasy without her, there’s no way I’m going to allow her the same privilege.

I drag my hand from between her legs and she moans in protest. ‘Take me to bed.’

‘Absolutely not.’ I pull her dress over her head and drop it to the floor. ‘I’m going to fuck you where you stand.’

Taking her to bed would feel like making love, and I’m nowhere near ready for that kind of intimacy. Plus, I have an ulterior motive for taking her right here in the hall. I point to the tiny security camera in the corner of the room. ‘Smile for the camera, baby.’

Her pupils dilate to the size of dinner plates. ‘Is that thing recording?’

‘Always.’ And when I’m away next week, I’m going to enjoy watching this particular home movie on repeat.

I reach around her back, unhook her silky bra, and toss it to the floor. Her pink nipples are like bullets. My lips latch on, sucking and nipping, until she gasps. Impatient fingers drag over my scalp.

‘Do you know what you do to me, Ivy?’ I straighten myself, grab her hand, and shove it inside the waistband of my shorts. She grips the base of my cock and pumps without hesitation.

‘The only woman I’ve ever fucked in this house is my wife. I promised myself I would never bring a woman here, but you and your perfect tits and tight little cunt are my weakness. I hate myself for it, but I can’t stop. I can’t stay away from you, and I want to punish you for that.’

Though truly, the only person that deserves to be punished is me. But I’ve spent the past two years beating myself up, and it’s got me absolutely nowhere. So, I’m trading it for decadent oblivion inside Ivy’s sweet little pussy. Sleeping with her is wrong on so many levels, but it feels so fucking right .

‘So, do it.’ She pumps my cock faster and it weeps precum for her. ‘Punish me. I can take it.’

‘You have no idea what you’re asking for. I want to slam my cock into you so hard, fill you up so good that you won’t be able to think about anything but me for a week.’ I pull my shirt over my head and toss it aside. Her eyes drink in every inch of my torso before falling to my crotch. She stares like she can’t quite believe her hand is wrapped around it.

‘I want you, Tortured. Why do you think I picked you in the bar that night? My whole life I’ve been treated like I’m fragile. For once, I want to be treated like the woman that I am. I know what I want, so give it to me. And don’t you dare hold back.’ Her blue eyes blaze and she shifts her feet further apart.

Lust claws through every vein and artery. ‘Have you been tested?’

‘Yes. And I’m on the pill.’

Before she’s even finished the sentence, I’ve popped the buttons on my shorts, allowing my dick to spring free. It’s like a metal detector homing in on precious treasure, butting at Ivy’s slit like a charging bull. I grab her ass cheeks, slide my hands beneath them and lift her off the floor in one swift movement, thrusting my cock into her hot, slippery channel.

My eyes roll back in my head. She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking responsive. I moan, sinking my teeth into her slender neck and suck her pomegranate-scented skin. Her legs wrap around my waist, locking me in position. As if I’d ever willingly leave.

I pump into her, hard enough to make her cry out, but all she does is lock her legs tighter around me.

‘You feel so fucking good on my cock.’ My fingers dig into her hips, slamming her up and down as I sink deep into her core, giving her every inch of me .

Her hands grip my shoulders, nails clawing at my back like a wild animal. ‘Don’t stop,’ she pants. ‘Harder.’

‘You weren’t lying,’ I dip my face to suck on her nipple, ‘you do like it rough.’ I slam my cock into her over and over again in a relentless rhythm that sends my heart pounding. Her cheeks flush and sweat mingles on our skin as we slide against each other.

‘I’d like it any way with you,’ she pants, digging her fingers into my shoulders, holding on for dear life.

‘Good, girl,’ I murmur into her tits, licking a tiny glistening droplet of sweat from between them. ‘I’m going to take you on every surface in this house. I’m going to take you everywhere and anywhere I feel like it. Because you’re mine, Ivy. You made me break every single one of my own damn rules for you, and now you’re going to have to live with the consequences.’

‘Rules are made to be broken.’ Her fingers sink deeper into my skin, piercing hard enough to draw blood as her core clenches around my cock. ‘I welcome those consequences,’ she pants.

Ivy takes my cock like she was made for it. My release builds and I pray to fuck she’s close because my dick has mistaken itself for a teenager’s.

‘Kiss me,’ she demands from under a dark veil of eyelashes. Her irises burn into mine like she sees me, really sees me. But she can’t do, because if she did, she’d know I’m not just tortured, I’m broken.

My lips crash onto hers, my tongue invading her mouth, tasting, conquering and claiming, and her body goes rigid for about three seconds before she’s shuddering and shaking and moaning through her release. Moans which I swallow directly from her resplendent, responsive lips. Moans which seep beneath my skin and spark something in my soul that I forgot existed .

Fire dances down my spine, heat builds in my core, and my own cataclysmic orgasm rips through me, tearing me wide open as I spill myself into the woman I’ve been obsessed with since the moment I laid eyes on her. My moans mingle with hers like a god damn fucking melody, and for the first time in a long time, I feel weightless.

When the last wave of pleasure ebbs away, I tear my lips from Ivy’s mouth and place my forehead against hers. Our eyes meet in an exchange more meaningful than any spoken words.

I deliberately didn’t take her to bed because I didn’t want this to feel intimate. I wanted it to be animalistic. It turned out to be both. And there’s no going back. Cold guilt dances with hot, giddy elation in my chest.

As if Ivy senses my dichotomy, she cradles my cheeks with her palms, her eyes softening, her fingertips gently grazing over the fine hairs at the nape of my neck with a tenderness I don’t deserve.

When I think she’s about to say something meaningful, something profound, she says, ‘You know, for an old guy, you fuck like a sex-starved teenager.’ Her laughter lightens the rare moment of happiness. ‘I think I should go out with your brother more often.’

A growl rumbles in my throat. ‘I dare you to try.’