“Like you’re much better off,” I shot back at him, because I could feel his enormous erection pressing into my crotch. We were both struggling to catch our breath, and our chests grazed one another with every inhalation. We were barely holding back from leaping upon each other like maniacs and giving in to our mutual desire.
“I’m a man. My body reacts to all the girls,” Neil said dismissively. So I inched closer to his throat and pressed my lips to it before lightly biting down. I could taste his clean skin against my tongue. He shivered only slightly, so I gave him another bite, this one closer to his jaw. The friction of his stubble against my mouth was as dizzying as his delicious scent.
“But you can’t come withall the girls.” The last time we were together, he had told me about his anorgasmia, but he’d had no problem climaxing with me that night. I still wore the marks of our passionate evening.
I definitely hadn’t imagined that encounter.
“That’s beside the point,” he answered cautiously, but he did nothing to halt my ministrations.
“It’s very much the point. What’s the use in screwing if you can’t get off? With me, you can,” I taunted. His fingers clenched around my wrists until I was breathless. With his other hand, he took my face and tugged me forward until I was perhaps a hand’s length away from him.
“Shut up,” he said again, low and blunt. I could feel his hot breath against my lips. Like always, he didn’t want to have a real conversation with me.
“You’re such a coward. You can’t even admit the truth to yourself,” I went on as his gaze alternated between my mouth and my eyes. Then, in one wild movement, he took my mouth and released my body from his iron grip. My arms tightened around his neck, and he slipped his hands under my thighs to lift me. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around his waist as his tongue moved hungrily against mine, demanding my complete submission. I ran my hand through his soft hair, clutching the longer strands on top of his head, and even through my haze of lust I managed to meet his kiss with a violence of my own. It was still a struggle, keeping up with him, but I had learned to push past my inexperience to bring him pleasure.
“Get ready, Babygirl, because this is going to be hard and fast,” he whispered against my lips, his forehead pressed to mine.
He had me truly trapped up against the wall as he used one hand to hold me there while the other slipped between our bodies. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans to free his erection, which I looked at only briefly before tugging my panties to one side. With nothing in the way of delicacy or foreplay, he positioned himself between my thighs and entered me in one smooth thrust.
There was no mercy.
In that moment, I was nothing but a body to be used. Just like his blonds.
I tossed my head back against the wall and clung to his shoulders, producing a groan of commingled pain and pleasure. I wanted Neil with everything I was, but I had to admit that his aggressive approach was uncomfortable for me. He was large, and he knew that, but rather than making allowances for his size, he was just pounding away.
He began to move more skillfully, his fingers digging into my thighs, which were still wrapped around him.
His strokes were short and deep, firm and rough.
I cinched my arms around his neck and gave myself over to his power, knowing that there was nothing else for me to do.
He was going to take what he wanted, like always.
No asking. No waiting.
“You hated seeing me with Ivan, didn’t you?” I needled him, wincing as I hit the wall with each one of his unstoppable thrusts.
“You think I care about you and that kid?” His hardened voice was somehow even sexier. He sounded like he was in complete control of himself while I was starting to struggle for breath.
“Y-yeah…” I managed, tightening my hold on the nape of his neck, and Neil thrust harder to shut me up. I jerked as I felt pain shooting down my spine. I moaned in pain and rested my forehead against his shoulder.
“Wrong. I don’t give a shit,” he answered shortly. He was on edge, angry, and confused. He continued to move inside me without so much as a kiss. He gave me nothing but the relentless, pistonlike movement of his hips.
“Then why are you acting like a maniac?” I whispered breathlessly, my pulse throbbing in my head. Neil had lit a fire inside me that only he—and he alone—could quench. My legs trembled with every thrust, my stomach tightening against his powerful movements. I ground my heel into the firm muscle of his ass, clenching with every movement of his pelvis, and wrapped myself tightly around him to hold on.
“You’re the one who makes me crazy.” I felt his breath graze my throat and shivered. When he began to move with even more furious intensity, I arched my back and took it all.
My heart was pounding wildly, and my body felt storm-tossed.
I thought about how bizarre this relationship was—if a “relationship” was even what I should call it.
Neil was different. His issues were obvious and particularly difficult to resolve.
There was nothing I could do for him if he couldn’t learn how to love himself.
He was cold and impersonal in that moment. He was only using me, and he wanted me to know it. He didn’t kiss me; he didn’t touch me lovingly. He wouldn’t even look me in the eye. All he wanted was my submission.
Then, abruptly, I squeezed my eyes shut and bit down on his neck as my body tightened around his erection. I groaned, feeling his hands slide down over my ass to get a better grip on me. As I came, I heard his proud chuckle in my ear.
