“I was so stupid.”
My skin crawls, and I want to peel it off at the thought that I’d let that piece of shit touch me.
“I hate that I didn’t listen to you,” I confess.
“I hate it more,” he replies.
Efren closes his eyes, like he’s trying to leash the fury still caged inside him. Before he can open them again, my arms reach for him and bring him into me.
I press my lips to his. The kiss is soft before it unravels into something desperate. His lips part against mine, and my hands find his hair, tugging him closer. Needing him closer. Every breath, every flick of his tongue feels like a homecoming. Like something broken, finally locking back into place.
We stumble backward until the bed catches us. The sheet slips from my body as he lowers me down, and our mouths meet again.
Messy.
Hungry.
Real.
His body presses against mine, and I feel the hard line of him through his sweats. My breath stutters. I arch into him. His groan vibrates against my hips, and something primal sparks inside me. I fist his hair, pulling hard, wanting to hear that sound again, wanting toownit.
He breaks the kiss long enough to look at me. His pupils are blown wide, chest rising and falling like he’s fighting himself. We’re both holding back, but I feel the aching need rising between our bodies. The tension is fueled by our desire.
“Use me,” he breathes.
The words hang in the air like a vow. My pulse kicks hard, heat spreading through every inch of me. Beneath the grief, beneath the guilt, something comes alive inside me. He flips us gently, guiding me until I’m straddling him. His palms settle on my hips, firm but patient, his eyes locked on mine.
“Use me, Alma,” he says again, voice low and steady. “Take whatever you need.”
I study his face—the man who’s seen the ugliest parts of me and still offers himself without hesitation. What’s growing between us, what’s always been there at the surface, it isn’t clean or safe, but it isreal.He reaches for my wrists, guiding them up until my palms hover at his throat. His pulse beats wildly beneath my fingertips, excited and willing.
His eyes reassure me that he wants this as much as I do. I take the invitation and squeeze. My fingers tighten until his eyes are bulging, and a small moan breaks free. His dick hardens under me, and something flickers inside me. Lust is the driving force when I release his neck and pepper kisses down his upper chest, stopping to gently bite his nipple. Licking around his areola, I bite down harder, and his handrests on my head. Sitting up, I stare down at him and wave a finger.
“No touching.” I tsk.
His lips curl into a devious smile as his hands fall to his sides, both arms spread wide like a crucifixion.
“Good boy,” I coo, and his eyes flare.
I’ve always craved this power I’m channeling with him. The power and adrenaline coursing through me are better than any drug I’ve ever taken. My lips are soft as I continue peppering kisses down to the ridge of his abdomen.
A shiver courses through him as I dip my cold hand into his waistband and free his throbbing cock. My eyes lock on the three piercings on his crown. Gathering saliva, I slowly let it drip from my mouth onto the shiny metal balls.
I look up to see his glossy eyes watching with heated intensity. This is new territory for me, and yet my body quickly adapts, yearning to please him and find my own pleasure. Every tremor from him feeds something in me that’s been starved for years. The heat of control curls low inside of me as I lower my breasts, caging his cock between them.
I slide his cock between my breasts a few times, feeling it thicken with each slow glide. Precum glistens on his head, and I lower my mouth to it.
“Mmm. You taste so good for me.” I moan.
Sucking in the full length of him, I relish in the satisfaction that falls from his lips.
I own this dick.
And he owns all of me.
I take him in deeper, sliding my mouth up and down. Releasing him with a satisfying pop, I flick my tongue over the piercings on his crown.
“Alma. Fuck.” He gasps, and I lower my mouth again.
