His lips pause, his breath hitching at the confession.
It’s true, I do.I stare at him.
“I loveyou,” he whispers back urgently, his voice cracking slightly. The air in the room gets quiet and tight.
“Did I ruin it?” I ask, the mood, the night. “It was impulsive.”
“It was.” He wets his bottom lip. “But you didn’t ruin it.”
I nod, even though we both know it wasn’t.
“I didn’t?” I question.
“If anything, I’m having a pretty tough time keeping it together right now,” he huffs, and his fingertips dig into my hips.
“Oh.” I exhale nervously, truly unsure if I had screwed everything up in the heat of the moment.
“Rhea, I don’t know how to explain to you how hard I am without turning into a horny teenager, so can you just kiss me some more?” he asks, and the smile on his face is euphoric when I grab his jaw and pull him back to me.
“I kind of like the sound of horny out of control, Brighton,” I giggle against his mouth.
He groans into the kiss, hands tightening on my hips as he hovers above me. His kisses turn messy and desperate, his tongue pushing into my mouth as my hands find his hair. “You want out of control?” he breathes when he breaks the kiss.
“I do,” I gasp as he rolls his hips down into me.
“I don’t know, Rhea.” His body shudders. “You’re sore and…”
“Brighton Black, I’m giving you permission to lose control.” I grab his chin and squeeze.
Something shifts in his eyes, and a smile grows on his face. “Will you beg me?”
“Do you need me to?” There’s no hesitation as the warmth pools between my legs, and he nods.
“I’m begging you,” I whisper, leaning on the bed just enough to brush my lips over his. “Please, Brighton.Please.”
He buries his face in my neck, the mustache tickling before he bites down on the skin there as he starts to grind against me harder, his hands possessively roaming my skin. His fingers make easy work of the underwear I’m wearing, and I lift my hips to meet his as he returns, his mouth finding a nipple. He releases it with a pop and kisses up my chest to capture my mouth again, biting my bottom lip softly.
“Don’t stop,” I dig my nails into his biceps.
He smirks at the command, lining himself up at my entrance, and rocks into me hard without warning. I cry out, burying my face against his chest, and he starts moving immediately, hard and rougher than he’s ever been.Out of control Brighton is a different animal.
“Fuck.” He peers down between us with a devilish grin. His hips snap forward harder at the sight of us coming together, and my back arches off the bed. “I’m going to tear you apart,” he pants, reaching down to spread my legs wider.
“Please?” I don’t mean to beg, but his lack of control is turning my rational thoughts into putty. His eyes harden at the desperate pleas, his hand presses down on my stomach, and I can feel every single thrust he makes.
The pain is delicious and nips at every sensitive nerve and curls my toes as I wrap my legs around his hips. He leans down, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting hard enough to leave a mark with his teeth as he rocks deeper. The groan that leaves him is loud against the sound of skin slapping against skin as he grips my thighs and pulls me down over him roughly. I cry out from the pain, my hips arching off the bed, so he hits that spot buried deep inside of me that blurs my vision.
Brighton loses it completely when the cry leaves my lips. He slams into that spot over and over, his movements turning animalistic as he chases his release. Without warning, he pulls out, and I gasp loudly as he flips me onto my stomach and pulls me back against his hips with a slick intrusion. “Brighton!” I scream out, and he chuckles darkly as his fingers tangle into the back of my hair.
“You begged for this,” he reminds me, tugging my hair gently as he fucks me from behind with wild abandon. His other hand reaches around to rub rough circles on my clit, making me cry out his name again and again. The room fills with the sounds of raw sex and desperate moans for more. “Take it. All of it.”
“I don’t think I can,” I moan, my fingers digging into the sheets as he slams into me relentlessly.
He ignores the plea, his hips snapping as he fucks me mercilessly. His fingers on my clit become brutal, almost punishing, as he tries to coax the orgasm out of me. “Rhea, I need to slap your ass.” His fingers dig into the skin there, and I look over my shoulder at him with a weak nod. His lips are wet, and his pupils dilated as he rubs the skin gently, having zero regard for how rough he’s being. It’s an intense sight I didn’t expect to love, but it makes me clench around his cock tightly, and he shudders on his next thrust.
Brighton doesn’t prepare me; he just brings his hand back, and the sting is euphoric as his tip pops out roughly and slides back in just as smoothly. “Time to make a mess,” he says, his hand soothing the spot before he lays another hard slap to the skin. “I need you to come for me, or else I’ll stay here forever,” he groans and picks up his pace.
I yelp as his hand comes across my ass harder than before, but it shocks my body, and I tense with a surge of adrenaline. The tingle of the orgasm starts in the pit of my stomach and grows without care up through my body until I can’t breathe.
“That’s it, baby. All over me,” he demands against my skin as my body tenses.
Brighton wraps his arm around me as my body is wracked with pleasure and turns me into nothing but a quivering mess. I clench around him, and he groans deeply, using his other arm to steady us as my orgasm triggers his own, and he buries himself deep inside. He comes hard, and it fills every space before it mixes and leaks down my thighs.
He continues to rock gently, softening inside of me as he catches his breath. One hand remains around me as the other slides down to feel therelease against my sore thighs. “Look at that.” He leans closer and kisses the back of my sweaty neck. Whatever animal possessed Brighton is long gone as he collapses gently beside me, kissing my shoulder and jaw.
“So does this make you a switch?” I pant out and angle my head back so he can kiss my throat with a tiny rumble of laughter.
“Don’t start, Hellcat,” he groans and wraps his sweaty body around mine.
