I bowed my back and bit down on my thumb harder, my legs shook, my toes curled. And then he was there, on the bed, his knees pushing my thighs further apart, when I wanted to squeeze them together.
I heard the sound of the condom wrapper and that’s when I realized my eyes were closed. I opened them to see his hand still wrapped around his erection. The head of his penis was swollen and red. With his other hand, he put the condom on and rolled it over his cock.
“You okay?” he asked me before he went any further.
I nodded.
“Bite your bottom lip, but tell me if this hurts too much and I’ll stop.”
He pushed himself inside me in one hard thrust and I screeched.
“Fuck,” I shouted. Then, because he was close enough, I slapped him on the waist. “Okay, stop. It hurts. It stings.”
He held himself still, but used his hands to pull my hips toward him. My knees were splayed on either side of his hips, he was practically lifting my ass in the air. It made him slide deeper. I twisted my body in a move I believed was designed to dislodge him, but only made him grunt.
“Stay still,” he barked.
“No, I don’t like it.”
“The hard part is over,” he murmured.
“Thehardpart is definitely not fucking over.”
He had the audacity to laugh.
It filled me. Consumed me. My entire world was centered between my legs and the heat radiating between them. This was nothing like sex with Conner had been. It made me doubt if we actually haddone it.
Quickly, I decided I couldn’t do this. He had to leave. My body. My bed. My apartment.
I felt him slide out and all that pressure was suddenly gone.
Yes, that’s it. No more.
Except, then he pushed back inside and it stung again, only this time it felt different. It was like when he pinched my nipples and it hurt and felt good at the same time.
“That’s it,” he muttered, his hands now coming down on either side of my shoulders. “Better?”
“A little,” I acknowledged.
“Want to keep fucking?” he said, as his body continued to rock into mine.
“Yes. Okay. Fucking,” I repeated, my hands reaching for and gripping his hips. At first I thought I could control him. How deep he thrust, how fast he retreated. But I quickly understood that was a delusion.
E.G. was fucking me at his pace, for his pleasure.
For mine.
“Good?”
I blinked. Was he telling me or asking me? I couldn’t distinguish something as simple as good or bad. This was brutal and crushing and so freaking hot. My fingers dug into his tight ass cheeks and I could feel my body tighten again.
Oh, shit. I was going to come again. This time with him inside me.
“E.G.,” I gasped.
“Fuck, yes. Do it. Do it,” his hips were snapping now. Pushing into me, harder and deeper until I could only do as he commanded. I exploded and screamed.
I heard him grunt. Then I heard him say he was sorry.
