“I know.”
He nods, I think. As if to etch our agreement into the bark behind his head. Like our initials with a big line through them.
I have to ask. “Why not, exactly?”Are you married?
“It’s complicated.”
Isn’t it always?”
He tilts his pelvis up and grasps me around the waist with one hand, digging his other into my hip and sliding me up and back. Up and back. Under my ass, his jeans are rough, the abrasion not the same as moss or dirt, but just as uncomfortable.
It makes me want more of him—the feel of skin, maybe body hair. The thighs beneath me are thick with muscle that I want to test, press, weigh against my body.
A slick slide of our sexes gives my clit perfect friction. “That’s good,” I say, wishing I had a name for this man, other than stranger.
And Overlord, if it’s even him, really doesn’t cut it for me.
“Fuck,” he grates out in that raw, animal way that sends shivers up my spine and out to tingle in my limbs. “Move.” He grips me tighter, forces my body’s rhythm to match his. It’s bossy and a little demeaning and it pumps me up that much closer to orgasm. “Come on.”
I’m on him, working hard, my legs shaking with the effort and he’s pushy in a way I’d resent in real life. Here, it ramps me up, heats my face with something bordering on humiliation.
When he smacks my ass, it coalesces into that stark, driving need. Without conscious thought, I dig my fingernails into his shoulders. What would he do if I smacked him back?
“Harder,” he mutters, sounding as lost in this thing as I am. “Yeah.” Another slap shakes my ass. Another. His hard cock’s sliding now in quick, jerky movements that nudge my entrance and rub my clit. It’s the perfect, high wire cocktail. Danger, pleasure, the pain of being spanked, the tight grip of fingers indenting muscle, the bright, unexpected thrill of it all.
Fuck. “I’m coming,” I gasp, my body a tool. Nothing but a tool. For his pleasure. For mine. “I’m coming.”
“Yeah. Do it. Show me.” He’s grunting through harsh breaths that I want to consume.
I can’t show him, not really. Not the way I want.
Another thrust, another. He reaches one hand down and pinches my clit—the way only he’s ever done. I explode. Hard. Ugly.
I’m so loud he puts his palm to my mouth to quiet me, but I don’t care.
I don’t care, because I’m flying. This whole thing—from beginning to end—is a dive off a cliff, head first. And I don’t care.
I open up my arms and take it. I take it all.
17
Liev
She’s just started comingwhen I press up on my legs, shift my weight and lever us forward. I cover her body and sink my teeth into her neck, giving my aching cock whatever friction I can.
I want to come too, but the need to mark her’s stronger. I’m down to the most basic parts: blunt teeth taking soft skin, pressing hard enough to hurt, but not to break it. She’s frozen in place while my cock nudges her swollen little clit.
Oh, fuck, she tastes good.
I’m not supposed to love this.
I’m pumping against her harder, faster. Closing my eyes, I picture her cunt wrapped around me, clamping hard as she comes on my dick and…
Oh, fuck, I’m there. I’m there, my teeth digging in, belly tight, pressure building, spunk rushing up my shaft.
I need more. Fuck. More.
Lost.
