“The first time I came while fantasizing about you was freshman year,” I admit, my voice small and shaking.
His hips freeze for a moment, and his stare snaps to mine. Shock with a hint of suspicion swirls within, as if he isn’t sure if I’m lying. I don’t pretend to be lost in the throes of pleasure and instead allow him to see my shame and embarrassment. I give him the truth.
“I-I was in my room and using my vibrator,” I continue.
After another second of hesitation, he moves again, his gaze locked on my face. The previous burn in my core relocates to my cheeks, making it feel like my head has burst into flames.
I’m fucking nervous as hell, but a euphoric buzzing beneath my skin overwhelms my entire lower half, down to the tips of my toes. I want to grind back against him, beg for more, but I force myself to focus on a secret I subconsciously swore I’d take to the grave.
I suppose I’m not breaking that promise, considering Iamin my grave.
“Earlier that day was the first time I’d actually watched you swim on TV. Th-they were going over your highlights from a national championship, and I saw the clip of you s-standing by the pool, waiting for your t-turn.” A small moan interrupts the last word, and his jaw clenches while the veins in his body seem to swell further.
I gasp, losing focus as he slams into me roughly, clearly affected by my words. It’s enough to convince me to keep spitting out the confession.
“I-I hated how beautiful you looked, and I couldn’t get the image out of my head. So, I pictured you between my legs, watching me use my vibrator.”
“Fuck,” he curses beneath his breath, and his grip on my hips surpasses bruising.
Again, he roughly slams inside me, earning a sharp whimper from my throat.
His reaction spurs me on, giving me the confidence I need to tell him the details.
“You had just said s-something cruel to me that morning, but I-I didn’t care at that moment. All I wanted was for you to see how wet I was.” I moan again, my hands squeezing my breasts as he fucks me harder. “H-how I str-struggled to keep the tip on my clit because I was so slippery.”
Growling, he releases my hips and leans forward enough to plant his closed fists on either side of me. His chin drops, and the muscle in his jaw pulses, seeming to struggle himself as he pounds into me, making it nearly impossible to think straight. To get a sound out that isn’t a cry of pleasure.
“I moaned your name,” I squeak out, one hand flying to his strained forearm before digging my nails deep until crescent moons form in his skin, needing something to anchor me while he threatens to send me flying. “Over and over, while I imagined you l-leaning down to lick the inside of my pussy, then up to m-my clit.”
“Rev,” he snarls, and it sounds like a warning. One I don’t dare heed.
“I tried to pull it away, but I came t-too quickly and couldn’t s-stop it.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, tilting his head away as if to shut me out. It only makes me talk more, spilling the sordid details of a moment thathaunts me to this very day. It was the day that began a fucked-up habit I desperately tried to shake.
Except I never fucking could, and now that I’ve had him inside me, I don’t know if I ever will.
“It wasn’t enough,” I breathe out. “So I g-got my dildo?—”
“Fucking Christ, stop,” he hisses beneath his breath.
“—and I fucked myself with it, pretending it was y-you.”
He shakes his head as if to physically throw my words out of his brain. He forces himself to slow his pace, retreating slowly and then slamming inside me with a punishing thrust. Each time, a sharp cry releases from my throat while his grunts border on a growl.
He glowers down at me, wild black strands falling over his eyes, wide lips parted.
“Did I say dirty things in your ear?” he rasps, unable to help himself. He needs me to stop, but he can’t stand to make me.
I nod eagerly, my eyes rolling when he hits a spot that has my pussy clenching.
“Tell me what I said,” he demands roughly, his voice sounding more beast than man.
He looks like he doesn’t want to know so he can hold out, but it doesn’t seem like he can help himself.
I lick my lips, the confession coming out easier now that his control is slipping.
“You told me how good my—my pussy feels wrapped around you.”
