“Keep going,” she said quietly, turning back to face the dark expanse of his house. “And be mean. Even meaner than you were in the bar.”
“You sure?” he asked, and there was a heat to the words Tabby couldn’t interpret.
“It’s what I want. It’ll make it easier to just… Make me take it.”
“I don’t want to ‘make you take it,’” he said with that same strange intensity. “I want you to enjoy it.”
“I will,” she said honestly enough. “I just want this to be dark.”
“How dark?”
“Dark as you can make it.”
Toby hesitated.
“Don’t worry about me,” she said, irritation flickering alongside her arousal. She didn’t want to wait, didn’t want more hand-holding negotiations. She needed release, for sensation to obliterate the childish reassurances she’d wanted from him. She was sexy, and she was probably loveable, and she needed to be fucked hard and rough.
“Do it,” she snapped. “I want it, and I trust you.”
“Fine. You okay with me fucking your asshole?”
“Yes. Now shut up and do it.”
He growled, slapping her ass with what felt like genuine anger. “You fucking cock-hungry brat.”
He wrenched his dick from her, and she’d barely moaned a protest before his fingers pumped inside her ass, making her scream.
“Oh, she likes that,” Toby told an invisible audience. “She wants it in the back even more than she wants it in the front. Don’t you, you hot bitch?”
He withdrew his fingers, and when he pressed the head of his cock to her asshole, she knew this was it. He was going to fuck her, and if he so much as rocked inside her twice, she was going to come.
“Fuckin’ hold still,” he barked. “You move, and I’ll throw you outta my house.”
She did as she was told, inhaling softly as he eased past the ring of muscle. She was already wet and open from his fingers, but it was still a lot. She liked anal, but it had been a long time. How long? With a throb, she realised she hadn’t gone there since Toby, two years ago. He pushed a little deeper, and she clenched around him.
Toby sucked in a breath. “Still real fucking tight back here, aren’t you? Been a while?”
“Yessss. Not since you.”
She didn’t mean to say it, but it was already said.
Toby snorted. “Don’t bullshit me, Tabitha.”
“I’m not.”
She turned to see Toby’s look of confusion. For a second, they paused, each staring at the other, and she watched his mask slip again. Saw something like softness enter his pale blue eyes. She smiled, and the next second, he was blank and angry, spanking her ass. “Turn the fuck around. Look at the floor.”
She did, braced for brutality, but Toby showed mercy, settling into a rolling pace. She relaxed as much as she could as the beautiful, compressed feeling spread through her aching cunt and up her spine. It was too much. It was exactly enough. His heavy balls smacked her clit as she chewed her lower lip, willing the sensations to build to an apex.
“That’s it,” he muttered. “Come on my cock for the hundredth fucking time. That’s what you want, right? As much as you can get from whoever wants to give it to you?”
“Yes. No,” Tabby prattled. It didn’t hurt anymore. It felt like flying; the hot, slick glide of his shaft in the wrong place.
“The second you’re done, you’ll suck me clean,” he warned. “But you’ll like that, won’t you? Anything for more dick.”
He bent forward, shoved his fingers back into her mouth, and as he pushed inside her at both ends, climax hit Tabby like a freight train. Only dimly aware of Toby’s grunts, lights burst behind her eyes. It was an oxytocin overload, driving every thought she’d ever had far, far away.
Toby’s fingers slid from her lips, his hand closing around her throat as sparks cascaded through and over her. His long fingers pressed tight against her neck as his pace sped up, and she knew he was chasing his own pleasure. The unrestrained speed of his thrusts, their pure selfishness, prolonged her orgasm. Whimpering with every slap, she turned to watch as Toby came. His handsome face was tight, his eyes closed. He drove deep and groaned, going rigid as his cheeks and neck burned red. “Fuck, Tabby. Fuck!”
