A hard arm around my waist, Kai flips me onto my knees. Fuelled by our collective fury, we grunt half-formed sentences and unconnected words. Simultaneously, his zipper sounds and he twists the waistband of my underwear at my hips, digging the fabric into my skin. With a tear of stitching, he rips the flimsy material from my body.
‘Don’t,’ I command, even as I push myself back into his lap. ‘Don’t fuck with me.’ A loud pulse begins to hammer in my head, from anger, from my wave of need.
‘Shut up.’ The words are deep and heavy and quite suddenly, I feel like I’ve been hit physically by them. In a good way. The kind of way which reverberates inside, driving me further. It’s kind of appropriate, as next his hand meets with my arse. Hard.
I cry out, the impact hardwired to my clit. ‘Oh, God,that.’ I moan low.
Who’d have thought that would be my response? And I’m definitely back to being taught.
His hand slides between my legs, fingers pressing into me and finding me wet.
‘Don’t tell me no, not when you don’t mean it. I need you,’ he growls, spitting the torn condom wrapper that he’s torn between his teeth. ‘I need you.Now.’ With a grunt, he thrusts into me, his body coating mine from behind.
I’m slick and wet and it’s easy. So easy. And sublime. Grasping the headboard in one hand, I crawl towards it, pushing up onto my knees, still uttering half-formed threats and arching my back. Kai’s hands are rough on my hips, pulling me into position before he smacks me again, harder this time and with a full, flat palm. The resulting sting is a delicious distraction from the chaos inside my head. I moan wantonly as he drives himself forward, exhaling shuddering breaths, almost as though the depth and force of him pushes the air from my chest. I arch again, my body following his retreat until his hand hits my cheek again and again. The noises are sharp and my breaths are shallow as he smacks, rubbing and pulling at my sore flesh in between.
‘Don’t talk that way.’ His hands are at once in my hair, but not to push me away. ‘There is only you,’ he whispers, once fully inside me again.
It’s hard and deep and it’s just what I need, his hands gripping and his body slapping against my still stinging skin. The paradoxical meeting of pleasure and pain blows my mind, my knees beginning to shake with the effort of bearing his thrusts. Deaf to the mayhem in my head, my lungs are tight and without breath. Hurt, anger, and love climbs along with my need as I come loudly, the metal of the headboard held tight beneath my hands, hitting the point of where there’s only him. Around me. Inside me. Coated in my come.
Kai withdraws, making a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan. His breath blows against my shoulder in a halting shudder, joined by the sound of his hand moving quickly across his wet length. Unable to move, one of his hands still tangled in the depths of my hair, I resist the urge to touch myself as his noises heighten, the sounds of his pleasure filling the room.
At last, with one almost plaintive sigh, he comes, lashing my back in hot, wet bursts.
