And for the first time in years, I didn’t either.
Five
Mya
This wasn’tme. But damn, if I wasn’t having the best night of my life. I always dreamed of beingthisgirl. The one that’s carefree and can go out for a night. The one that can kiss a handsome stranger and then beg him to fuck me, knowing I’d never see him again.
“Nick,” I whimpered as his hands kept steady on my waist.
He instantly pulled back, worry in his eyes as he looked over me like a broken flower. “Did I hurt you?” he rushed out. “Was it too much? Fuck, I should take you home.”
“That’s not what’s wrong…”
“Then what is?”
“I need more,” I whispered, spreading my legs wider and grinding against the bulge in his jeans. He was already hard, something I’d felt the moment I wrapped my legs around him.
“Here?” he choked out, voice strained.
“Now.”
“Mya…”
“Shut up and fuck me. Don’t worry about ruining me. I want this.”
“I don’t do gentle.”
“I don’t want gentle.”
“No, you don’t get it.” His fingers curled tighter on my hips. “Ilikehearing you cry. I like leaving marks. I like knowing you’ll still feel me tomorrow when you sit down.”
I swallowed hard, pulse pounding between my legs. “I want that.”
“I don’t get off on soft moans or pretty sighs. I like breaking someone open. Making them beg.”
My body betrayed me, hips still grinding like they were pleading for him. “I can handle that.”
He tilted his head. “You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Give me a safe word. If I become too rough at any point, just say it.”
“Shadow,” I said, and it only took him a second to understand it.
His jaw clenched, his fingers flexing at his sides like he was fighting the urge to do everything he just said he would. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, pupils blown, and chest rising and falling.
“Good girl,” he muttered. “Now, last chance. You want soft. I’ll take you home. But if you stay, I won’t stop until I’ve taken every last sweet sound from your throat.”
“Break me,” I said again. “Make it hurt.”
He leaned in, his voice like gravel against my skin. “You’ll thank me when you come so hard you forget your own name. And Mya? No strings.”
“No strings,” I repeated, voice shaking with need.
He removed his wallet from his back pocket and grabbed a condom, then handed it to me. “Put it on then.”
I blinked, breath catching. “Bossy,” I murmured, already reaching for the foil.
