“Be a good girl. I’m not going to let you come like this…” Neil whispered perversely before slipping his fingers out of me and bringing them up to his lips to suck them clean. “Now, lie back,” he demanded, and I obeyed.
I gazed up at him, dizzy and gasping with my heart in my throat and a weird ringing sensation in my ears. I lay down on the bed and bared myself just like he wanted. Neil smiled delightedly and pulled off his hoodie altogether, exposing his muscular chest that my eyes roamed lewdly over. Then he undid his pants and let them fall down his hard legs. He watched me, looking self-assured and hot as hell, and, still watching me, pulled down his black boxers.
I tried to meet his eyes, but Neil knew full well that there was somewhere else on his body I really wanted to look; I wasn’t simply lowering my eyes out of embarrassment. With a perfect arrogant asshole grin, he stuckone knee in the mattress and climbed into the bed like a big cat, slow and relaxed, until he positioned himself between my splayed legs.
He sat back on his heels and stared again between my thighs. With his abs tensed, the line down the middle of them made a path leading right to the most powerful—and most frightening—part of his body.
It was then that I gave in to temptation: I looked at his hard cock, which he’d immediately taken in hand so he could pleasure himself in front of me. His gaze changed then. His desire burned higher, roasting the honey of his eyes as he stroked himself unhesitatingly. He was so aroused that he couldn’t get his hand around it completely. The veins protruded more than usual and the glans was exposed. For just a second, I thought about getting up and fleeing in fear of what was about to happen to me, but the sight of Neil, nude with his lithe, well-formed body made all my hesitations evaporate. At the same time, a single curl fell over his forehead, covering part of his right eyebrow, and he looked somehow even sexier than before.
I focused my attention on the hand sliding up and down his length. I stared in awe, stunned and a little bit wary. I’d never seen him look so tense, loaded like a machine gun and ready to destroy me.
“Surprised, Selene?” He gave me a goading smile and moved up to grind himself between my legs. Pleasure rose up in me until I was being consumed by flames of my own. “Prepare yourself…” he said, sounding highly entertained even as his voice also grew rougher and more intense. But I didn’t care about his warnings or any of his words. I wantedittoo much.
“Make it quick.” I lifted my pelvis up in challenge, and he looked into my core again. Hungry. Hungry like I had never seen him before. Then, with a self-satisfied little smile, he grasped his erection at the base and made a home for it inside my body with one rough thrust. I gasped as my body conformed around him, gritting my teeth.
“Fuck, I missed being inside you…” Neil moved over me and thrust his pelvis against me even harder, making my back bend. His swollen biceps flexed with effort as he began to move, not giving my body any time to adjust to him. I felt like a tiny port struggling to admit a great sailing ship. Neil pulled out and sank back into me, pulling a gasp from me. I clutched his back and tried to move with his thrusts. He continued penetrating memore and more aggressively, driving in deep like I wasn’t even a person underneath him. Like he was all alone, lost in the extremity of his pleasure.
“Gentle,” I said as I felt his mouth all over: licking, sucking, and biting my neck. He palmed my breast with one hand and pinched the nipple between his fingers, which produced a burning feeling of pleasure-pain. Almost immediately, our conjoined bodies grew slick with sweat. I traced the half-moons on his back made by his tensed muscles. My legs wrapped tight around his hips as they slammed furiously into me, making the bedsprings creak underneath us. I felt it all. All the way. He was sliding in and out of me with unreal speed and force, mixing pleasure with slight pain. My head spun. It felt like I was trapped on some terrifyingly out-of-control merry-go-round. I could hear his panting in my ear, his mouth branding me.
“G-gentle,” I managed, barely able to get the word out, but Neil didn’t seem to hear me anyway. He was completely enclosed in his own bubble of pleasure as he thrust deep into me. Completely at the mercy of that overwhelming sensation, my vision blurred, and all I could hear were muffled sounds.
I tilted my face down to look between our bodies and watched the inverted triangle of his pubic area colliding with my own sex. I examined the pikorua that ended just above his groin on his left side and watched his abs contract with effort as the sheets tangled around both of us.
“Gentle… Neil…” His name came out breathy, more like a plea than anything else. I moved my hands up to the headboard and wrapped my fingers around the bars there, trying to find something I could use to stabilize my body, which was jerking and sliding with each thrust. Instead, I got the exact opposite: The wrought-iron headboard banged against the wall like it was trying to get through to the other side as Neil continued to pound into me with all his might. “Neil,” I cried out, alarmed and thrilled in equal measure. I squeezed my eyes shut and brought my hands back down to his sweat-slicked back.
“Shh…” He silenced me with a kiss. Passionate. Lewd. Rough. He forced his tongue into my mouth and worked it there furiously as he continued to crash his groin into mine. My breath caught in my chest, and I panted like a dog. I couldn’t keep pace with him, couldn’t match his rhythm. That hadnever happened before. I began to panic because I had no idea what to do. I couldn’t break through his bubble.
“Neil…slow down…” I tried to say, but he ignored me once again. He seemed completely untethered. Untamable. A lion savaging his prey in a fit of blind fury. At the same time, my own body was sending me mixed signals. Even as I grew more aroused and slicker, I also began to ache and feel dizzy. Abruptly, he mouthed my neck, giving me at least a small chance to catch my breath, but his muscular chest was still crushing mine, pressing down on my lungs. My heart had gone crazy, throbbing not just in my temples but in my throat, my wrists, my stomach, and against my ribs. Everything about the moment was insane, twisted, and animalistic, but also…damnably hot. I was experiencing something so erotic, so indescribably intense.
“Keep up with me, Selene, because I’m not going to slow down…” he rasped into my ear, urging me to match his headlong pace. So I committed myself. All the way. I clung to his back, dug my heels into the mattress, and thrust my hips up to meet each of his strokes. “Good, like that… Just like that…” I bit down on his shoulder and began to rock as well, really taking every bit of him, pushing past my limits. All at once, my back arched, and I let out an uncontrolled scream. Then I began to shake all over as I abandoned myself to an orgasm that was as powerful as it was surprising.
But Neil just kept moving. He didn’t stop even for a second.
In then out.
Out then in.
Out of his mind.
Honestly, if someone had asked me to describe what was happening in that moment, I wouldn’t have known what to say. It was something grand, savage, painful, but unique—so damned unique. And, to my surprise, I discovered that I enjoyed it. It was ecstasy. Pleasure. Life.
I dug a hand into his damp hair and gritted my teeth in both pleasure and pain.
“You’re hurting me, you prick,” I hissed into his ear, feeling him grin against the crook of my neck as though he’d been waiting for me to say those exact words. He sat back abruptly on his heels and gathered me intohis arms. I found myself straddling him like that, our faces level with each other and my thighs open over his groin.
“I may not be able to come, but I can still try…” He held me down against him and rubbed my ass before slamming my back against the mattress, and then I was underneath him again. Finally, I realized what he was trying to do: He wanted to break through the mental block that was keeping him from climaxing. He was fighting himself, and it was a war indeed.
“You’re going to feel me everywhere. Today, tomorrow, the whole week,” he blurted out, slowly extracting himself from me. With each inch that pulled free from my exhausted, burning channel, I grew stiffer. I didn’t have time to catch my breath, though, because he pushed into me again, deeper this time and with even more force and speed. He felt like a hot blade slicing through my flesh, no trace of gentleness in him. His hands fisted the sheets. I scraped my nails down his back, repaying him in kind but nothing could stop him.
“Give me all of you. Your pain, your fear, your frustration. I can take it. I can take you,” I whispered into his ear and closed my eyes as he thrust savagely into me again. I emitted a cry of pleasure from so deep within me that it scraped my throat on the way out. I mumbled his name, and when I tried to sit up slightly to change position, Neil pushed me back down with one hand. I was breathless, sweaty, and drained.
“Shut up, Selene. That’s exactly what I’m doing,” he growled irritably as he delved in and out of me like a beast, though he let out a moan so unmistakably manly that I shuddered.
It occurred to me then that I had been totally conquered by him. Neil had full control, power, and command over me, and nothing was going to stop him. He pressed in again, and my breath caught, my back bowed, and I screamed again, orgasming around him.
“Keep going.” I licked his throat and stroked his skin. I wanted him to feel free. I wanted him to face down his demons. I wanted him to know that I would do anything for him. Neil muttered something before biting my lower lip and sucking it into his mouth. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, his eyes were glowing, and his amber skin shone like it had been polished. To me, he was as radiant as the sun, and I trembled beneath him.
“You don’t have to feel wrong. I’ll never judge you,” I said again into his ear, just a whisper amid our panting breaths and the sounds of our bodies meeting, the groaning springs, the sweat, the commingled scents, and the deep, vibrant odor of sex.
