“Please what?”
“Please fuck me!”
And so, he does, with mathematical precision. Every thrust penetrates me deeper and harder than the last, pushing me further toward that second orgasm he promised. It feels a bit too calculated, I must say. But it works, nonetheless. Each stroke feeds the hunger inside me—and at the same time makes me hungrier still.
Eager as I am, I don’t say anything, don’t try to spur him on. Years of Geoffroy’s training take over, holding me still. Passive. Malleable. Clay in his hands.
Alex has the reins, full control, while I just rock with his rhythm. The only liberty I allow myself is lifting my hips a little, desperate for more friction, and gripping his ass.
And what a gorgeous ass it is! I love the tight, muscular feel of it so much I don’t care if my groping puts him off.
He groans. “Eva, you feel… fuck. You feel like heaven.”
I can’t answer, too gone for coherent speech. My skin’s too hot, too sensitive. My heart beats like a drum in my throat.
He stops as his eyes search mine.
“Don’t,” I breathe. “Don’t you dare stop!”
A look of feral triumph crosses his face, and for a moment I think he’s going to tease me, drag this out until I’m begging. But then his frown melts away, replaced by something raw and unhinged. He pulls out almost completely, the sudden emptiness making me whimper. And then, with a brutal thrust, he slams back into me, burying himself to the hilt.
The force of it knocks the breath from my lungs and lifts my back off the mattress. My fingers claw into his flesh.
“Aah!” I cry out, the sound rips from my chest.
That’s when he lets go of control. His thrusts become rougher, less studied, more real. His forehead presses against mine, our breaths mingling in the narrow space between us as our rhythm turns frantic. And I love every messy second of it! I love every inch of him—the way his cock stretches me, the way his hips grind against mine with a desperation that mirrors my own.
I’m not just lying here now; I’m meeting him halfway, rising and falling with him, my hips twisting sinuously against his. The slap of skin on skin is obscenely loud, drowning out everything else in the room.
He groans, a guttural, quintessentially masculine sound that sends a shiver down my spine. He pounds deeper, harder. I swear I can feel him hitting something inside me that makes my vision blur.
He pulls me closer, driving into me with a ferocity that flirts with the edge, but never crosses into actual pain. We move together like it’s the only thing that keeps us sane. This wasn’t supposed to happen, but now that it has, it’s unstoppable. His cock fills me completely, and I can’t get enough.
“Harder,” I plead, my voice a ragged whisper.
He doesn’t hesitate. His hips snap forward, slamming into me so hard my nails dig into his flesh and rake down his back.
The pressure inside me is nearing the breaking point. My legs tighten around him, pulling him deeper still, and I can feel the telltale flutter of my orgasm building.
It looks like he teeters on the edge, too. The mere thought of him coming inside me sends me into a convulsive climax. I cling to him, riding wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. Alex follows moments later, his cock pulsing as he orgasms. And then he collapses on top of me.
After, we lie with our legs tangled in the sheets, our breathing uneven, skin flushed, bodies slick with sweat. I stare at the ceiling and try to calm the pounding in my chest.
I don’t speak.
Neither does he.
But his arm stays wrapped around my waist, his hand on my belly like he’s claiming the moment. I feel his cock harden again, pressed against my thigh. He really wasn’t overselling himself when he said he had more in store, was he?
This isn’t romance,I remind myself.It’s just a one-off. A release.
Taking Alex Castellane as a lover or boyfriend, or whatever term fits, would complicate my life in too many ways. Not to mention my legal fight against him! I’m sure he feels the same about me and the whole situation. I’m sure that in the morning, we’ll part ways agreeing that this changes nothing. Seeing as it never happened.
But right now?
Right now, this is exactly what I need.
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