36: His Muse [M]

❝ 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me love you me and look in my eyes, you are perfection my only direction, it's fire on fire ❞

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(sexual content ahead. proceed at your own risk.)

Electricity coursed between us as he continued to pierce his passionate gaze into me, leaving me speechless and intimidated. Ray always has had a way of leaving me feeling hot and frustrated, but at the same time, so in love. So when he told me to strip in that teasing yet damn serious tone, I was left contemplating my moves because it felt as if someone had invisibly tied my body up, not allowing me to move. Not that I didn't want to, but that I was too taken aback by those filthy yet adrenaline rushing words.

"I'm waiting." He walked back to the corner of the room, pushing the small couch directly in front of me. He then picked up a blank canvas board, positioning it and gathering his painting tools and setting them up accordingly. A worn out wood cupboard sat in the back of the room, behind all those canvas's and stencils, and he opened it to retrieve a beige colored satin cloth. He then walked back to the couch, placed the cloth beside him and sat, leaning back comfortably, his eyes pinned on me.

Okay, two can play the game.

I purposefully slid my hand up my side slowly, pulling the hem of the shirt with it. He sucked in a deep breath and I internally smiled, pulling the shirt over my head. Then, my hand crept down my stomach, toying with the waistband of the jeans I was wearing, and then suddenly I turned around, bending over to push the jeans down my knees, giving him a clear view of my behind. I could feel his gaze burning behind me but I stayed put, shaking my hips a little as I pulled the jeans off my ankles.

When I turned back around to face him, my breath was caught up in my throat because of the intensity he was staring with me at. His fists were clenched, as if he was trying to hold himself back, and his eyes were shamelessly raking up and down my body. His bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, and a fire roared in those coffee-brown eyes I'd always adored.

He pushed off the couch, walking until he was in front of me. Without nay warning, he pulled me flush against his chest and I bit back a moan at the sheer contact of our lower body parts. His tight jeans and my lacey underwear didn't help much in that aspect. "You're loving this, aren't you?" He whispered in my ear, plopping a wet kiss just below my ear lobe.

I shuddered.

"I am, and so are you." He made me feel confident. Around him, I wasn't afraid to show how much I desired him, and in ways that would make one blush. I wanted him and I owned that fact with pride. His lips pulled up into a smile and he gently rubbed his thumb just above the elastic of my underwear.

"Can't say I'm not." His fingers gently brushed away the stray strands of hair behind my ears and he gulped heavily, meeting my gaze. "I want you. How do you want this to go?"

I pushed myself a bit closer to him, and he cursed. "Me too. And this time, don't hold back." His neck snapped down and his eyes darkened, as his fingers gripped my waist a bit tighter than before.

"Tell me clearly. I don't want to hurt you." Though my experience was limited when it came to sex, that didn't mean I didn't have an ideal kind of way to be fucked in bed. I was just saving my fantasies for when the right person came along.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to not hold back and do me dirty. That's what I want." The second those words left my mouth, he had picked me up and laid me down on the couch, stripping himself of his clothes. As he did that, I couldn't help but admire his toned body and the beautiful tattoos spread over the smooth skin, wondering when the hell did I get so lucky.

He knelt beside me as I stared down at him, nerves wrecking me from what was about to happen next. Placing a wet kiss in the between the valley of my breasts, he trailing down over my palpitating stomach, all while his sinuous gaze stayed connected with mine, he gently eased his hand between my legs, as I arched up my back involuntarily, letting out a low moan. The once soft and gentle touches had transformed into greedy and intense, not leaving any part of my body untouched.

His touch was gasoline and my body was fire, it made every part of me ablaze with even more intensity.

When his fingertips slid over my spine, leaving a trail of goosebumps along the way, a soft gasp left my mouth, his skin warm against mine. The cold, chilly air hits my bare skin, doing nothing to help my already hardened nipples, as he removed my bra and threw it somewhere behind him. Taking my already perked up nipple in my mouth, all the while his fingers increased their pace. My body convulsed and the knot in my stomach tightened every passing second, galaxies and stars starting to cloud my vision. And when he slipped two fingers in at the same time, I screamed, squeezing his biceps, as he continued his torture on my breasts. I was so close, so fucking close.

His hazel brown irises continued to watch me, a flash of pride and adoration coating them, as I gasped and moaned, withered and shuddered, all an aftermath of his touch.

"Ray..." I was a panting mess and he simply hummed, a plopping sound filling the room as he released my nipple from his mouth. "I—close, so close." My voice had fell down to a whisper as I focused on feeling the things he was making me feel in the moment.

"Not yet. You wanted it dirty yeah, so that's what my queen shall get." And then his touch left my body, leaving me feeling so cold and brazen. He strode up to where he'd discarded his jeans and retracted a white handkerchief, walking back to me. "Come here." I sat up, as he pushed my hair back and covered my eyes with the cloth, tying it behind my head.

A shiver crawled down my spine and I clutched on his arm, nervous but yet so excited. "Do you feel okay with this? Most importantly, do you trust me enough? If not, it's completely okay, love." My heart warmed and I pressed a kiss on his bicep.

"I'm okay with it. Can you please touch me again now?" Now that one of my five senses was taken away from me, my other senses were very sensitive. I jumped, when he whipped the satin cloth in the air, as it made a soft tapping sound. I could hear him moving around me, and I sat there, all hot, turned on and frustrated, craving to feel his touch. He then gently picked me up bridal style and laid me on the cloth, walking away again. The sound of the curtains being pulled could be heard and I breathed heavily, his footsteps nearing me by every second.

And then he was kissing me, squeezing my breasts, touching me everywhere and I didn't know what to do. All that I could do was feel; soak in everything he was doing to my body. Straddling me, he took my bottom lip between his teeth as his erection poked my stomach, my hands almost immediately reaching out to feel him.

A string of profanities left his mouth and I smiled, gently stroking him as he buried his head in my hair, pulling onto the strands. I liked it, I liked everything he did to me because I could feel the passion and most importantly, the emotions beneath all that. He pulled back and suddenly his hand was circling my throat, his hold light, yet strong. I felt the trickle of wetness oozing down my thighs, my teeth biting my bottom lip until I felt the metallic taste of blood on my tongue.

"You like that, hmm?" His raspy voice sent shivers down my spine as I nodded, letting go of my sanity. There were no wrongs and rights when it came to the passion between us. There was only me and him and the evergreen lust that blossomed every time he eyed me. "Words." His hand still gripping my throat, he licked my jaw and continued down until he was biting and sucking my throat.

"Y—Yes, I do. I love it."

"Mhm." In a swift moment he'd ripped my underwear and latched his mouth onto where his fingers were just a few minutes ago and I moaned loudly due to the sensitivity. My fingers pulled onto his hair as he licked, sucked and bit occasionally, making me curse louder than ever. Gently easing his middle finger in, he continued to flick his tongue over my clit, all the while, keeping his eyes locked in on mine. I was blindfolded, yet I could feel his hot gaze on me.

He knew me like no one else did. What were the right places to touch me, the curve, crevices and nooks and crooks on every part of my skin was known to him. And with every touch of his fingers, he sent me into an ecstasy so delightful that I started questioning whether I was high or not, because it wasn't possible to feel this good. It was so enthralling to know that he had so much power, or influence, whatever you might say, on me. And I loved every bit of it. I loved that he knew me more than I did.

I came undone on his mouth, and he continued to stretch the orgasm as much as he could, as I withered and convulsed under him.

"I need you." Pulling him up by his hair, I crashed my mouth on his, gasping for air yet needing his lips like they were the gates to oxygen. Something I needed to live. To survive. "Right now." I craved the heat of him inside me, as we conjoined to become one—two bodies one soul—sheltering under this euphoric moment we'd created.

He groaned, that deep rumble travelling through my chest to my core, sending shockwaves repeatedly; sparking cell of my body with electricity. I involuntarily clenched my thighs, as the sound of foil tearing fell on my ears. "You're killing me, and I love it so much." Whispering the words in my ear, he took my earlobe between his teeth, pulling on it and then pressing a wet kiss on the bruised area. "Come, sit on me." Grabbing my waist, he pulled me on his lap and I moaned as my wet, needy core met his.

Palming my breasts, he pinched my nipples, pulling them next as I bit my lip; loving the pain as much as the pleasure. To soften the blow, his tongue flicked on the hardened buds, moving my waist slowly over his cock. Lifting me up, he slid into me with ease with the wetness I was oozing. His sharp intake of breath, and the deep rumble of groan sends a wave of pride in me, as I reveled in the fact that I affected him as much as he affected me.

My back arched and a loud moan left my mouth, and I bit my lip to hold it back. "No, no no, I want to hear you. I want to hear what I'm doing with you." Grabbing my hair, he pulled them down as I faced the ceiling, loving how dirty he was with me. "Look what you do to me." The tip of his cock slid down the folds of my wet lips, hard and ready. "Your moans are so hot, baby. Scream for me, moan for me. Show me what I do to you."

A shiver ran down my spine and I pulled on his hair, biting my lips. "Just fuck me already please!" I was sensitive, I was wet and I was extremely horny. And his hot as fuck words were not helping at all.

"If that's what you want, that's what you shall get." Thursting into me without any warning, he incited a loud scream out of me as I held onto him, pounding into me mercilessly. The deep angle made me quiver, and oh boy was he hitting all the right spots. His mouth latched onto my nipple and I almost came there due to the sensitivity. Galaxies formed before my vision as he held onto me tightly, all the while fucking me hard and strong.

Desperate for more contact with him, I pulled on his hair, and smashed my lips on his, the kiss wet and messy and needy; but yet so passionate. His groans and my moans muzzled up in between our lips, our bodies moving and living in the feeling of being one; body and soul.

"Oh my god!" I screamed out loud, pulling back for air, when at the same time, he flipped me and pushed me down on the cloth, giving it to me from behind. My face flat on the ground, my hands held back by him behind me and my eyes blindfolded, I was all but at his mercy, and that pulled the knot in my stomach tighter and tighter. "Fuck!"

"Yeah, fuck indeed, love." His chest then pressed into my back and he gathered my hair in one hand as the other held both my hands, his lips sucking on my neck as I convulsed, the sensations becoming too much for me to bare.

"F—Faster," I dared to say and he growled, picking up the pace as my moans disintegrated with my face pushed into the cloth. "I—I'm close and I want to see you, Ray, please." There was nothing more beautiful, sensual and enthralling than looking into each other's eyes as we came undone.

He flipped me over, still inside me, and pulled the handkerchief over my eyes. The dim light of the attic made everything blurry but eventually, my vision adapted. My fingers traced the lines on his face, as he peppered kisses all over my face, my heart melting.

"Look at me. In my eyes. Only at me." He whispered, starting to move again. My gaze locked onto his and his in mine, we pushed and pulled, we ran and we came back, to each other, our faces contorting into expressions of pain and pure pleasure. The lust in our eyes and the love blossoming in our chests exploded like fireworks, splattering the sparks of passion all around us. His hazel irises were like a projector and screen, emotions of every kind running through them like a slideshow.

His pace picked up and I held onto him, very, very close to letting go and I could see it in his eyes too. "Together." I said, and he nodded, as our bodies itched to be closer, as if they already weren't. My eyes started to close because the knot was so tight and my stomach was convulsing, the ecstatic feeling so strong that my body started to buckle.

"Look. At. Me." I bit my lip, pulling out the strength to keep my eyes open, my mouth forming an O. "Now."

We both moaned and groaned; I shook, as we both rode out the intense orgasm we went through. My legs went lax as he placed me down, lightly falling onto me, pulling me closer and stuffing his face in my neck. We both lay there for God knows how long, as I threaded my fingers through his hair, his heartbeat a soft lullaby, beating with my own.

He peeked up, his eyes soft and emotion laced, inching closer to place a kiss on my lips.

A swirl of emotions danced in his irises. "I love you."

"I love you, too." Placing a last kiss on my lips, he stood up to dispose the condom, bringing with him a wet cloth and a blanket. Without uttering a single word, he cleaned me up, making sure that he didn't rub aggressively. I stared at him, watching him doing everything with utter concentration and dedication, the love in his eyes visible. Tears lodged up my throat, because how much more could I love a person?

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?" Huddling close to me and pulling the blanket over us, he questioned, as I shook my head. I was okay, just that I was a bit sore.

"Can you paint me now?" His eyebrows shot upwards at my words and he chuckled, pulling me closer to him. I lay my head on his chest, tracing my index finger over his tattoos.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked after a while, twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers. I nodded eagerly, making him chuckle again.

"Okay then, let's start." A happy smile spread across my face and he picked me up in his arms, placing me on the couch.

"Paint me like one of your French girls, Jack." Trying to impersonate a French accent, which I failed at horribly, we both burst out laughing as he shook his head amusedly, taking his place on the stool in front of the canvas. Half-naked, with only sweatpants hanging low on his waist, may I add. My eyes wandered over his toned chest, as he placed a paintbrush behind his right ear, rubbing a finger over his barely there stubble. Oh, he was so fucking hot, what the fuckety fuck. Illegal shit.

"What will I do with you?" He teased, adjusting the canvas.

"Have sex with me?" I winked, adjusting the satin cloth over my chest watching his eyes darken, yet a small smile taking over his lips.

"You're killing me."

I smiled. "Good, as it should be."

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brb gotta go and choke on holy water real quick