The bed lurched when Ivan moved again, this time straddling her thighs. His hand grabbed hers roughly,roughly, and wrapped it around his cock. It was stiff and insistent and soaking wet at the tip.
“Squeeze it and—” He rubbed her hand up and down over his shaft, clumsy and painfully tight. “Please.”
She followed his lead, not very good at it but excited to try and turned on by the gruff way he used her. Their roles had reversed again—but he seemed more desperate than she had—in charge, but only barely.
Ivan’s hand left hers to reach up and palm a breast. It was a selfish move, not about giving her pleasure but about taking his own. Hewantedto touch her like that, and suddenly she had her own selfish desire to watch him come. With her free hand, she reached between her legs and swiped some of her moisture, brought it up to lubricate him. Another shift, and she pulled him down between her tightly clasped legs. With that move, it all got easier, more obscene. The sound of her hand sliding wetly along his length and his ragged grunts having her groaning in turn.
Joey had never lost it like this man did. He’d never shaken with wanting Uma. Nor hadsheever wanted him like this, her body aching and unbearably empty, her skin nothing but a sheet of raw nerve endings. She wanted to bite and slap and scratch. She wanted torut. Like an animal.
Ivan said, “Fuck me, Uma. Fuck me with your fist. Slide it on you. Get it wet. You’re so fucking wet.”
He pulled back, pushed, pulled, pushed, dragging her into a mind-numbing rhythm. The tight hold that should have scared Uma. Made her instead let go. It was a heady powerlessness and reminded her of this ever-shifting balance between them.
“Jesus, girl,” he muttered. “You always get this wet?”
She shook her head.
“Huh? Do you? You always beggin’ for it like this? Tell me. I can’t see you.”
“No.” In a moment of clarity, she understood what he was looking for. It was his turn to be the big, bad man. Only, unlike Joey, he didn’t need to hurt Uma in order to get his rocks off.
Beg me, Joey had said.Beg me, you stupid bitch.
Ivan, on the other hand, wanted his ego stroked.Thatshe could do. “No, Ivan. Just for you.”
He groaned a shaky “ooh.”
“It’s true,” she said, realizing how powerful this man made her. “I’ve never wanted a cock the way I want yours.”
“You want me to fuck you. Say it.”
“I…I don’t know, Ivan. Your cock’s big. I think it may be too big for me.”
Oh, he liked that. He bucked against her.Hard.
“I’m gonna fuck you anyway, Uma. You’ll take it. Say it.”
“I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever you give me.”
“Me too, Uma. I’ll take whatever you want. Anything you give me.”
His rhythm faltered, and she could feel the control ebbing from him, flowing straight into her. She struggled until he released his hold slightly. Enough for her to line their bodies up. She reached a hand down to nudge him so the tip almost notched into her. Just an inch, a centimeter, not even that far, really, but enough for them both to stop, frozen. She had a moment of guilty desire. A tiny, reckless spark ofdo it, slide him in.
The beast took over, flipping them so she was on top, thrusting against her from below, exactly as she’d imagined.Rutting.
She pulled harder, interspersed with those risky slides against him for a couple more minutes, before he pushed her hand roughly aside, took hold of himself, and circled the head against her clit before jerking away.
Filthy, lewd images crowded her mind—a stranger’s fantasies. Again, she wanted him inside and imagined how it would feel to take his hot come, to feel it fill her and drip out afterward, like her own little secret. She was back, full circle, to the fantasy where she had children, only this time in a dirty way, in aget me pregnant, fuck me full of your comekind of way.
When he finally came, it was with a sound of such helpless shock that she wondered if maybe she’d said those words aloud.Had she?
It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered as this frightening, strong, beautiful man lost himself with her. She wrapped her hand over his impossibly tight fist as his shaft pumped three hot, thick spurts onto her thigh.
Mesmerized, she ran her finger through his come, blindly brought it to her mouth and tasted. Heedless of the stickiness between their bodies, Ivan bent and kissed her, long and hard.
* * *
They were quiet as they walked back to Ms. Lloyd’s. Uma couldn’t stop thinking of Ivan’s invitation. “Stay here,” he’d said after their…what? Make-out session? Lovemaking?
