Chapter 239: Chapter 239 - Stay With Me (R)
The room was dim, lit only by the flickering lantern on the nightstand.
She did it.
She saved him.
"Stay with me?" she asked.
Malcolm froze.
Iyisha only meant beside her. Just his arm around her. Just his body close enough that she could close her eyes and believe he was really back.
Only a few steps beyond the thin wooden door, the others were still awake. Marybeth and Lance were right outside. Aljun might still be guarding. Iyisha knew that, but she reached for Malcolm anyway and pushed his hair away from his face.
His stubble had grown rougher. His eyes looked darker. He looked tired in a way he would never admit.
She had missed him badly.
Malcolm looked at her for a long second. His gaze dropped to her mouth, then cut toward the door. The latch had not clicked shut.
He pressed one finger to her lips.
"You need to be quiet," he breathed near her ear. "They’re right outside."
Iyisha blinked.
Quiet?
Before she could ask what he meant, he kissed her.
It was not gentle. His mouth came down hard, and Iyisha gasped against him before she could stop herself. Malcolm caught the sound with his mouth. Her hand froze against his chest, still half expecting him to lie down beside her. Then his arm closed around her waist, and her knees weakened.
He walked her back until her legs hit the bed.
Only then did she understand.
He had taken it differently.
The bed dipped beneath her.
Malcolm followed at once. His body covered hers, heavy and warm and real. Iyisha clutched at his shirt as the kiss turned rougher. She tried to pull air through her nose, but he kept taking her mouth like he had been holding himself back since the moment he came through the door.
A low sound slipped from her throat.
Malcolm stopped.
His hand came up, firm over her mouth. His eyes stayed on hers.
Iyisha went still beneath him.
Outside, someone coughed.
Footsteps shifted near the door, then moved away.
Malcolm waited. His chest rose and fell hard against hers. His jaw flexed once before his hand lowered.
He kissed her again, slower this time. That made it worse. The restraint in him pressed against her skin as strongly as his weight did. His hands shoved under her shirt, rough palms dragging over her bare waist, then higher until his thumbs brushed the undersides of her breasts.
Iyisha arched into him.
His mouth left hers and moved to her throat. Hot kisses turned harder. His teeth grazed her skin, and her fingers tightened in his hair. She tried to keep quiet, but her breath still broke when his hand closed over her breast and his thumb rolled over her nipple.
"Malcolm," she whispered.
He paused against her neck.
That pause did more than any warning. It told her he had heard every sound. It told her he was listening for the door. It told her he was close to losing himself and still fighting it.
His mouth moved again.
He dragged her shirt up and stripped it off in one rough pull. The cold air touched her skin, then his mouth followed lower. He kissed down the center of her chest, over her ribs, and across her stomach while his hands worked at her waistband.
Iyisha caught his wrist for half a second.
Her eyes flicked to the door.
The latch still had not clicked.
Malcolm looked at it too, then back at her. His jaw tightened.
He pulled her pants down anyway.
Iyisha lifted her hips to help him, even while panic flickered through her chest. He dragged her pants and underwear down her legs and threw them aside. Then he settled between her thighs, broad shoulders pushing them open.
Her breathing broke apart.
She pressed her lips together until they hurt, but her body still answered him. Her hips lifted before she could stop them. Her thighs trembled. The exhaustion in her limbs turned into something hot and restless.
Malcolm looked up at her once.
The lantern threw shadows across his face. His eyes were dark, but his mouth had gone still.
"Beautiful," he muttered.
Iyisha froze.
He did not say things like that.
For half a second, she forgot the door. She forgot the people outside. She forgot the whole base waiting on the other side of the wall.
Then Malcolm lowered his head, and her hand flew to her mouth.
His tongue dragged over her, slow at first. Iyisha’s back arched off the mattress. A broken sound pushed up her throat, but she bit into her palm and trapped it there. Malcolm’s hands locked around her thighs and held her open as he moved again, less patient now.
Her fingers twisted in his hair.
He groaned against her, and the vibration made her hips jerk. She tried to pull back from the sound her body wanted to make, but Malcolm followed every movement. His mouth stayed on her. His hands held her down. Every time she shifted, he dragged her right back where he wanted her.
Iyisha turned her face into the pillow.
The pressure built slowly at first, then too fast.
Malcolm did not stop. His mouth and fingers worked together until her legs shook around his shoulders. She pressed her hand harder over her mouth. Her teeth sank into her palm. Her body tightened, then broke under him in a silent rush that left her shaking against the thin sheet.
Malcolm kept going until she caught his hair and tugged.
Only then did he rise.
He crawled back over her, breathing hard. His mouth was wet. His eyes stayed on her face as he shoved his pants down just enough. Iyisha’s breath caught when she felt him settle between her thighs again.
"Malcolm," she whispered near his mouth. "They can come in anytime."
Her voice shook. Her eyes moved to the door.
He looked too.
The latch still had not clicked.
Then he looked back at her.
He kissed her again, slow and deep, swallowing any sound she might make. At the same time he notched the head of his cock at her entrance and pushed in, just the first inch. Then he stopped.
The stretch was perfect and nowhere near enough.
Iyisha’s eyes rolled back.
She expected a warm night with him but now, she wanted all of him, wanted him to fuck her hard and deep until she forgot how tired she was, but he stayed exactly there, rocking the smallest movements, letting her feel every thick inch without giving her more.
It was torture. Delicious, maddening torture. She could feel every vein, every pulse of him, and it made her clench around what little she had.
"More," she whispered against his lips, desperate and quiet. "Please. Fuck me harder. I need all of you."
His jaw clenched.
He moved again, still slow, still holding back. The restraint made her desperate. She could feel how badly he wanted to drive deeper. She could feel it in the way his fingers dug into her thigh, in the way his breathing kept catching near her ear, in the way his shoulders locked every time she clenched around him.
The bed gave a soft creak.
Both of them stopped.
Malcolm’s hand covered her mouth at once. His head turned toward the door. Iyisha stared past his shoulder, chest rising fast under him.
A floorboard shifted outside.
Then nothing.
His free hand slid between them and found her clit, rubbing slow, firm circles with two fingers exactly the way she liked.
The dual sensation, his cock teasing her entrance and his fingers working her sensitive bundle of nerves, made her vision blur. She was so wet it was obscene, the sound of it barely audible under their ragged breathing.
She wanted to scream.
She wanted to beg him to slam into her, to take her hard and fast until the bed creaked and the people outside heard everything.
But she couldn’t.
She bit his shoulder instead, teeth sinking into muscle to keep the moans inside. Her leg trembled on his shoulder. Her inner walls fluttered around the half of him she had, trying to pull him deeper on their own.
She felt it happen.
His body grew heavier over hers. His rhythm turned rougher.
Iyisha’s leg shook where he held it. Her nails dragged down his back. The pressure inside her built again, hotter than before, tighter than before, until her whole body strained toward him.
"Please," she breathed.
Malcolm’s eyes shut.
That was the only warning she got.
With one deep, powerful thrust he sank all the way inside her, stretching her completely, filling her to the hilt. The sudden full depth hit something devastating.
Iyisha’s mouth opened in a raw scream of pleasure, too loud, too much.
Malcolm’s hand flew to the back of her head and he crushed his mouth over hers, kissing her hard and deep to swallow the scream.
At the exact same moment his cock pulsed violently inside her, thick hot spurts flooding deep as he came with a muffled groan against her lips. His hips jerked, grinding in as deep as he could go while he kept kissing her, tongue stroking into her mouth to silence every broken sound she made.
Iyisha came with him, her whole body locking up in violent, silent waves. Her leg shook hard on his shoulder. Her walls clamped down around him, milking every pulsing spurt as he filled her.
Malcolm kept kissing her through it, rough and deep, turning every broken sound into nothing but movement against his mouth.
They stayed tangled together after.
The room felt too quiet again. The lantern flickered beside them. Outside, someone moved, then the hallway settled.
Malcolm did not pull away.
He stayed over her, breathing hard against her mouth. His forehead lowered to hers. His jaw moved once like he wanted to speak, but nothing came out.
Iyisha smiled, barely able to keep her eyes open.
"Now I’m really tired," she whispered.
Malcolm looked at her mouth. For a second, she thought he might answer.
He only lowered his head and stayed there, heavy and warm, while her body finally went slack beneath him.
