He pushed me against the cubicle wall, and lifted me up. His eyes stayedfixed on the man, challenging him.
But the man didn’t accept the dare, shifting from the room without even using the toilet.
Hell laughed in response. “Really, Jolie, out of all the men, that’s the loser you’d have chosen. Too afraid to even piss.”
“Well, at least he didn’t do it on the spot.” Like I had previously, in Hell’s presence.
“True.” I heard a derisive snigger slip out in the shadow of the single word Hell spoke, as my drunken brain tried to play tricks on me.
I glanced down as he positioned the head of his cock to my hole. I was wet, for once, and he was already hard, as usual.
Wedged against the wall, he dragged my head up to his, his fingers biting my skin. “Ah, you’re wet today? That’s new. Is that for me? Or for him?”
I didn’t answer; I just watched my underwear, still in his hand, move to his nose for a second. A short second to inhale me. To get high on me.
And then his hand was back on my face, the material of my underwear against the material of my mask, allowing me to scent my arousal before he tucked the lacy garment into one of his pockets.
“Did you like the idea of him wanting you? Getting hard for you?” His mouth came closer to mine. “Did you like the idea of his tip pushing into your cunt?”
I looked away, tilting my head slightly to the side, enough not to look directly at the sexy maniac in front of me, because not even the alcohol numbed me from Hell’s dirty words.
“Did you like the idea of him pounding into you, spraying inside you? Is that what made you wet?” His nose nudged me back to face where he wanted me to face. “Were you wishing for his cock instead of mine?” he asked, dragging his tip and the little silver balls that dwelled there through my wet lips.
He let it dip inside me, and I let out a gasp. His eyes met mine, the prettiest shade of gray. My haze of alcohol brought a smile to my lips as I watched them twinkle.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“You asked too many.”
A savage smile spread across his lips, altering the smoothness of his face. He thrust up into me hard and fast, bringing me down with his hands at the same time.
Forcing me to take all of him.
He wasn’t gentle, but it didn’t hurt as much as every other time. Though I still winced, digging my fingers into anything they could grip.
“I’ll ask another one. Would you have taken him all? Taken him deep? Just like this?”
Hell rutted into me harder than ever. I felt the bruises forming inside me as his hips kept pistoning towards mine, his thick cock abusing the same internal spot.
“Answer me!” His growl drifted into my ear; his teeth pierced my skin, biting at my neck like a hungry vampire, desperate to either claim me or kill me.
I liked the bite. For once, the pain felt different, accompanied by a suckle that changed its meaning. That took away the last of my ability to think straight.
“No. . .” I whispered, leaning my face into his. “Not all of him. . .” Hell’s fingers tightened on my hips, his face twisted, hidden by my hair.
His thrusts somehow deepened as he jackhammered into my soaking pussy.
“Not at all.” I gave him what he wanted. “I wanted this.” My teeth found his neck, nibbling lightly, and my fingers shifted the collar of his brilliant white shirt away from his skin.
His fingers bruised me, as they pushed harder into my hips, reminding me of the damage I could do to him, but he didn’t stop me. He was testing me, and I wouldn’t fail. I wouldn’t hurt him. For once, I didn’t want to.
“Wanted you,” the whisper caressed his skin. “I just didn’t realize it.”
I pulled at his shirt and jacket, and I ignored the pinging of a button that went flying off to somewhere in the distance. I latched onto his pale shoulder, teeth sinking through his flesh, trying to mimic what he’d done to me. I sucked him into my mouth, and I enjoyed the taste of him a littletoo much.
And he enjoyed it, too.
Hell
