He rolled my palm over his bulge, slow at first, then rough, setting the pace he wanted. I gasped, breath coming out ragged, a messy sob.
“God, you feel that?” Voice so low it vibrated through my jaw. His hips flexed into my hand, hard and needy. “That’s all for you. Always you.”
His forehead pressed to mine, his eyes dark, all violence and wanting.
My hand shook, clumsy from vodka and hunger, but he moved it how he needed. Using me, dominating me, until I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t desperate.
“I hate you,” I whispered, but the words just made him smile wider. He wanted the truth, even when it hurt.
His hand went between my legs, and I nearly buckled, my body liquid, my head spinning out. He rubbed circles through the soaked fabric. Just enough for me to choke on a whimper, not enough to let me finish.
“Yeah? You’re pretty fucking wet for somebody who claims to hate me.”
I scoffed, but it came out sounding like a moan. “Fuck you.”
“You want safe? Go fucking back to Alex.” His mouth at my ear, breath scorching. “You want real? Keep your eyes on me.”
I trembled, caught in his shadow, falling into his need. I forgot, for a moment, that I could leave, that I could push himaway and run back to the noise, to Alex’s hands, to the safety of pretending I didn’t crave this.
But I kept my eyes on him. My hand rests on the bulge of his dick through his boxers.
“That’s right, baby, show me how much you hate me,” he said, voice hot and rough.
I leaned my head on his shoulder, vibrating from the pleasure shooting through my core from his fingers. He wasn’t putting any fingers inside of me. Just teasing. Slowly sliding them over my cunt.
I rubbed my hand faster over his bulge, and became wetter when I heard him groan into my ear. Just the sound of it was enough to bring me close to the edge.
What was I doing? This was Caiden. I shouldn’t be doing this. But,fuck,it felt so good.
“Does this make you burn, Amelia? The way I touch you?” His voice consumed me. Like a flame in the cold.
“N-no, it makes me want to vomit.” It wasn’t a total lie. The amount of pleasure was mixing with the alcohol, but the nausea did not come from his hands.
No, his hands were the one thing grounding me.
“Liar. You were always such a fucking liar.” Caiden began rubbing his finger faster, and my legs became jelly.
Images flashed in my mind. Caiden calling me cruel names. Caiden glaring at me from across the room. Caiden’s drunk hunger overpowering me.
I should stop. I should stop. But the past became a dead thing, and I, as hollow as ever, needed the distraction to numb the blackness consuming my mind. Just like my mother.
I could see her now. Spread out in her room with a man pleasuring her. All to escape the void.
Fuck it.
I moaned softly, and rubbed myself on his hand. He chuckled. “I bet you’d sound so pretty moaning my name while you cum on my fingers.”
I couldn’t respond. I was lost in the stars of this white-hot pleasure. All I could do was moan helplessly.
He groaned and thrust his bulge further into my hand. My drunk self obliged to this. I knew that sober Amelia wouldn’t be too fond of this, but she could fuck off.
I wrapped my hand around his bulge through his boxers. It was thick, not monster size, not small. I knew it could fill me up if I let him.
I imagined myself being pinned against the wall while Caiden fucked me. Deep. Hard. Fast. I imagined his cock sliding in and out, hitting that pleasurable spot.
I stroked his bulge faster. He groaned deeper.
“Fuck,just like Amelia, that feels so fucking good.” He kept thrusting into my hand, and I took every inch of it. My other hand rested on his shoulder. My head pressed into the wall. His hand rubbing me so fucking slowly.
