He leans down and captures my lips again, his tongue slipping in and out of my mouth as if he’s fucking me.
After only a few minutes of his touch, I can feel myself getting close to coming. Warmth pools in my lower stomach, heating me from the inside out. I pull my mouth away from his and tip my head back as I let out my first low moan. “Such pretty sounds.” He sucks on my neck hard. The fleeting thought that he’s going to leave a mark drifts through my thoughts, but it’s quickly eclipsed with pure pleasure as I begin coming and beg him not to stop.
Before the orgasm is fully over, he slips his thick fingers into me. When my muscles clench around him, it offers a swell of relief that allows me to ride out the pleasure a little longer. As the euphoria starts to fade away, I become aware of the fact that he’s still fully dressed, and awkward tension fills me while he still has his fingers buried inside me.
I barely know him, and I let him see me, touch me, but God, I would do it again. He made it easy to forget everything but him, even if it was only for half an hour. I start to tighten my legs, thinking he will get the clue and stop, but he shoves my leg to the side and pumps his fingers in me more.
“You don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you? I’m not letting you out of that door until you are covered in my cum.” My inner muscles tighten, and he smirks. “My filthy little creature likes the sound of that, don’t you? You want me to use you?”
If it means I get to come again, feel safe for the first time in days, and forget the world for a while longer, then hell yes. I nod with a jerk of my head.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” he promises.
While his fingers are as deep as he can go, he rubs his thumb over my clit, and a small whimper escapes from my lips. My hips start to sway, and he pulls out of me abruptly. I watch him strip his shirt off, revealing that his entire torso, arms, and shoulders are covered in tattoos. When he twists to the side to toss his shirt, I can see a huge piece on his back that, at first glance, looks like a man being crucified, but then I realize it’s just a man with his head thrown back and his arms outstretched. In his upturned palms are symbols I’m not familiar with, along with geometric lines and shapes floating all around him. It’s beautiful yet eerie, and it also gets taken from my view when he returns to face me and starts to remove his pants.
I want to tell him how gorgeous he is, that I love his tattoos, but every way I think to say it sounds lame in my head. As soon as his pants are off, he reaches for the hem of mine and tugs my jeans the rest of the way off. My underwear is down around my lower hips, so I push those off too.
I watch his face as his eyes rove over me. When he leans forward, his touch goes right to the tender spot above my hip, and he grazes his thumb over my skin as if he can already see the evidence of his rough treatment, but at least it proves I’m still alive, feeling and experiencing.
A loud bang in the hall has me sitting up abruptly and covering my chest. He lets out a low chuckle. “You don’t have to be worried about what’s out there.”
“Are you implying I should be frightened about what’s in here?” I question.
“You? No.” He crawls forward until our mouths are nearly touching. “I wouldn’t promise the same to anyone else though.” He blinks slowly before he presses his mouth to mine, forcing me back against the bed. His palms wrap around my wrists as he raises them above my head. My back arches a little, making our chests rub together, but the friction against my skin isn’t nearly enough.
I want to drown in him and forget anything exists outside this room. I open my legs, and he slips between them. The sheer heat of his body has me craving even more contact. I flex my fingers, thinking about touching him, but there’s no way I could get out of his hold until he lets me.
When I feel his hard dick nudging closer to my entrance, a moment of clarity invades my thoughts. “We need a condom.”
“A condom?” he questions like he has no idea what the word means while he moves his hips, sliding his dick up and down my wetness. I know better than this. I shouldn’t even be allowing him this close without protection.
“Yes,” I say through my clenched teeth as my eyes slide closed. Damn, that feels good.
“That’s not what you really want, now is it? Just imagine how good I’ll feel inside you, stretching you until I know you will feel every inch of me tomorrow.” He continues rubbing against me. “When you sit or move, you’ll think about me and how I can make you feel. You want that, right?”
I groan in surrender, because that’s exactly what I want, but I shouldn’t. He shifts to the side, and I think he’s about to get up, but he slams himself inside me. I let out a yelp, the quick invasion leaving me reeling, and I squirm under him.
“Fuck,” he hisses, then scrapes his teeth along my jaw, but it’s not painful. My inner muscles tremble right along with my legs. “Careful, pet. If you make me come too fast, I might not get to pull out.”
I huff. “You better.”
“Or what?” His hips pull back, and the delicious friction has my mouth falling open and my head spinning.
“Just, please.” I lift my head up off the bed to get closer to him. “Please, don’t.” My plea is soft, but it seems effective.
“Anything for you,” he promises and punctuates it with his first soft kiss to my lips. I have no reason to believe him, but I do it anyway and let myself go. I forget everything but the weight and feel of him sliding in and out of me.
His pace is slow and drugging, and just when I think I might be able to come again, he releases my wrists and demands, “Get on your belly,” as he pulls out of me and uses my leg to turn me over as if he doesn’t have the patience to wait for me to do it myself.
The strong smell of bleach from the sheets reminds me where I am, until I feel his hands on my hips, jerking me back and up a little. “So swollen already.” He runs his hands over me. “I like seeing what I do to you, Lethe. I’m going to leave my mark all over you.”
This time when he pushes inside me, it’s slow and measured, and I feel every inch stretching me. I close my eyes and sink my teeth into the pillow to keep myself from making too much noise as he pulls my hips back even farther.
With every deep thrust, there’s the slightest sting of pain, but it’s so good I don’t even care about the ache, or maybe it’s the hurt that makes the pleasure so much more intense.
His fingers dig into my hips, holding me at just the right angle as he picks up his rhythm, pounding into me faster and faster. Even the sound of his heavy breathing is sexy. I reach my hand up to push against the headboard to keep myself from sliding up the bed.
“Oh, pet, do you need more? Want me deeper?” He shoves his hips upward, and I open my mouth to let out a little cry. One of his hands tangles in the back of my hair, and he jerks my head up. “Now that’s a pretty sound. Do it again.” He shoves himself upward, and I make the same sound over and over as he uses me.
