With Hallie Rutherford, of all people.
The corner of my mouth twitched. In the next heartbeat, I was off the bed, my bare feet hitting the carpet with a soft thud. I didn’t run. Her footsteps had gone quiet, and there was no sign of her when I entered the living room. “Hallie,” I sang out, walking to the middle of the room. “I know every corner of this apartment. You can’t hide from me.”
Silence.
There weren’t many places she could hide. I moved through the space, taking slow, long strides as my gaze swept from left to right. There was no sign of her in the living room. I stopped, listeningcarefully, turning toward the kitchen island. The A/C kicked off at that very second, making the apartment go completely quiet.
Except for the sound of Hallie’s shallow breaths.
I grinned, taking a quiet step in the direction of the kitchen. “You’re just as fucked up as me, aren’t you?” I laughed. “Think we can get a two-for-one special on our therapy sessions?”
To my surprise, she responded. “No,” she said, the kitchen floor creaking on the other side of the island. She sounded breathless, like she was crawling again. “I kind of like whatever’s wrong with us, to be honest.”
I made my way around the island just in time to catch a glimpse of her bare feet disappearing around the opposite side. She let out the faintest giggle before rising to her feet and breaking into a run. I gripped the edge of the counter to swiftly turn around, catching up to her before she even made it halfway across the living room. My arms caught her waist and I pulled her against my body, screaming and bucking against me.
But smiling the entire time.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair, forcing her head back against my shoulder. Her glassy eyes twinkled up at mine. “Caught ya,” I said. And without any further hesitation, I threw Hallie down, ass-up, over the arm of the couch. She landed with a soft yelp, her nails digging into the cushions. The flared, black base of the butt plug peeked out from between her cheeks, the sight of it making my cock throb even harder.
I stepped up behind her, one hand sliding over the curve of her ass, thumb brushing the edge of the plug’s base. She shivered at the touch, her legs parting instinctively. “What a good little slut,” I said just before rearing my hand back to slap her ass where there was already a bruise. Hallie’s raw scream echoed off the walls, and it was such a rewarding sound that I slapped her again.
It was hard not to notice the way she clenched around the plug. As inviting as her dripping pussy looked, her ass was even more tempting.
The monster in me didn’t want to wait.
I pulled the plug out in one steady drag, slow enough to let her feel every inch sliding free. The stretch making her whimper and push back like she didn’t want to lose it.
“You should’ve been more specific about which hole I could fuck, Hallie.”
She drew in a gasp. “No. No, please!”
But I still didn’t hear the word “red.” There was only one way to stop me from pounding her anally, which meant any other response was reluctant consent. “Don’t move,” I told her, squeezing her hips. “If you make me chase you again, I won’t use lube. And that’s a promise.”
Hallie swallowed, turning her head on the couch cushion and blew her hair away from her face. “Okay,” she said, her voice strained.
I walked to the bedroom to retrieve the lube. And before retreating to the living room, I grabbed something else. A toy. I came back to her, giving my dick a couple of quick strokes as I took in the sight of her body bent over the arm of my couch.
God, the way Icouldtie her up and hold her captive in this apartment forever so I could use her anytime I wanted.
I wedged the vibrator egg into her hand. “Use this on yourself,” I commanded.
Her fingers closed around it slowly, trembling as she switched it on. The low hum filled the room, and she pressed the egg against her clit with a shaky breath. A soft whimper escaped her lips almost immediately, her hips rocking forward into the vibration.
I stepped in close behind her, slicking my cock generously with lube. The sight of her bent over, ass bruised and pussy glistening,almost made me lose it right there. I pressed the head of my cock against her rear entrance and held it there for a moment, letting her feel the pressure without pushing in yet. She tensed, a small, shaky inhale catching in her throat. The vibrator egg buzzed steadily against her clit, as if the pleasure could offset what was coming.
“Relax for me,” I said. One hand rested on her lower back. “Breathe. You can take it.”
She exhaled slowly, hips shifting so she could position herself better. I pushed my tip inside of her, slowly breaching the tight ring of muscle. She gasped sharply, body locking up, the stretch making her visibly tense. A soft, pained whimper slipped out, muffled against the couch cushion.
I paused, holding still inside her to let her adjust to the pressure.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I muttered, fighting to keep my hips from snapping forward. “Keep breathing.”
She nodded jerkily, fingers trembling on the egg as she circled it faster over her clit. The low hum mixed with her ragged breathing as I eased in inch by inch.
I slid deeper until I was buried halfway, and Hallie emitted a long, drawn-out moan.
“Good girl,” I rasped, one hand sliding around to cover hers on the toy, guiding it in firmer, tighter circles against her clit. “I knew your ass could take it.”
