“I just wanted to kiss you…and I wanted to talk to you, and find out about you. Well, you know the rest. The rest is a fucking mess.” His shoulders slumped as he walked away from me, his hands gripped, white-knuckled, behind his neck.
As he talked, the heat flooded, stronger and hotter, up through my whole body. Oh god…I’d had it so wrong. How could I have been so wrong?
“Why do you think I made you wear the damned blindfold?” he groaned. I didn’t have an answer, and could only close my eyes, remembering how it felt. When I opened them again his arms were braced either side of me on the wall, his lips millimetres from mine. His eyes flicked up to mine and held them, steadily.
“I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I first saw you,” he admitted, his voice a low rumble in his chest. “But I sure as hell didn’t want to care.” He smoothed my eyebrow with his thumb. “You and your big brown eyes…were a considerable danger to me. I actually thought if I didn’t look into those eyes, I could keep some distance, you know.” That sardonic half-laugh again. “You managed it anyway. Blind as a new-born kitten and you managed to crawl your way in and make me fucking care.” With every few words he brushed his lips against mine, excruciatingly gentle, devastatingly soft.
Every nerve in my body was finely tuned to the slow assault on my lips. Every fibre of my being focussing on the imminent danger he posed to my heart with each word. Was he for real? Was he for fucking real? And with every word the wanting…the needing built in me until I was breathless, radiating with the heat of his words and the dangerous desire to fall and fall into the world he spun with every touch of his lips. My hands found their way up his bare chest, smoothing over his hot skin and up around his neck, plunging my fingers into his hair, desperate for the kisses to never, ever stop.
I felt, rather than heard the groan that rumbled up from his chest as he trapped me more firmly against the wall, his arousal most definitely matching mine as I felt it grinding into my hip. His kiss changed in an instant, his lips suddenly devouring mine, his tongue taking my mouth by storm, as if trying desperately to know every thought, every secret.
I clung to him, my hips arching up to his, the need like a fever taking me over. I moaned when his hand slid up my thigh, searching under my skirt, pushing it up to my hips, then, finding its prize, dragging my panties down my legs in urgent, jerky movements. Oh god…fuck. Yes…please…
His mouth didn’t leave mine for a second, punishing me with his lips as he frantically raked his fingers at the button on his trousers, freeing himself. Oh fucking lord.
Already pinned to the wall by his body, I was dragged upwards, my toes barely touching the floor, my legs guided around his hips as he pushed into me with one violent thrust.
I’m not a religious person, but if sensations like that exist in the world, I am now more than certain there must be a God. Could anything feel so deep…so wild and satisfying? He just held me there, unmoving, before slowly starting to push into me with ever-increasing force. So this…this was what it felt like to be truly fucked…was my last conscious thought.
His mouth never left mine, his tongue invading my mouth just as his cock drove into me. I could only whimper and accept him in, absorbing the force of his assault, drawing him into myself.
When he slowed, groaning, I protested wildly. But he stopped, just held me against the wall and buried his face in my neck. I thought I felt his teeth scrape against my skin, but no bite came. When he let me slide down the hard planes of his body I could have cried. Why were we stopping? A wailing ‘No’ filled my mind as he created space between our bodies. Had I failed to please him again?
“I’m sorry…sorry…” he panted, his face still resting against my neck. “I couldn’t stop-”
Yes you did stop, my mind screamed, my body in full protest at the removal of some of the most earthshattering pleasure I’d ever known. I arched towards him, whimpering, desperate.
“I know, I know, pet…but we need to use protection…”
Oh fucking HELL. Now was not the time to be a gentleman! But relief and his concern touched me, and I found myself smiling like a giddy teenager. “What do you mean?” I asked, teasing, breathless. “You don’t want our lovechild?”
I watched, fascinated, as something inexplicable flickered through the expression in his eyes. No…no, I wouldn’t examine that too closely, I warned myself, as a startling thought hit me low in the stomach.
I didn’t have much time for thinking as I was frog-marched towards the bedroom, his fingers on my buttons and zippers and hooks, steadily stripping me naked before tossing me unceremoniously on the bed. I just lay back, watching through lowered eyelids as he shed his trousers and carefully unrolled a condom along the length of his erection. I had no idea contraception could be so damned hot.
As he approached the bed, a flutter of nerves assaulted me at the sheer intensity of his expression. He loomed over me, trapping me with his arms and legs, just looking down at me, his gaze trailing over my naked breasts and down to the dark hair down below. I was already soaked through from before, but this sparked a whole new flood of wetness between my legs. God, he was beautiful.
When he lowered his head, I lifted my lips for his kiss, but his mouth found my breast instead, sucking my nipple deep into his mouth until I nearly wailed with the sensation of it. Just when I thought he would let up, his teeth scraped against the hard nub and he bit down, hard. My whole body came up off the bed. He let go, only to trail kisses, his lips, his tongue, all the way over to do the same with my other breast until I was whining and panting. If he hadn’t been holding my arms down I would have been pummelling him with my fists for inflicting such sweet torture.
Abandoning my breasts, he left a trail of nibbling kisses up my neck, teasing me with his teeth, nipping lightly at the place where he first bit me. That seemed so very long ago now…an eternity. Could that really have been how this all started?
He must have been thinking along similar lines. “I’ve never bitten anyone else, you know,” he growled into my ear. “I just needed to taste you…feel you. To know you’d be thinking about me every day.” He pulled back and looked down at me. “You did think about me every day, didn’t you?”
I groaned, arching up against him in frustration, wanting him touching me, wanting him back inside me. And he wanted to have a conversation?
“What?” he asked, his tone infuriating, playful. “Are you wanting something…?”
“What’s that then?”
“You know exactly what!” I struggled against him, completely helpless.
“This?” he asked, nibbling on my neck threateningly.
Bloody arrogant bastard. I’d have to say it or he would never relent.
“Please…fuck me.” I whispered, desperate.
He pressed his cock against my stomach, hot and hard and lovely. “You want this, hm?” he taunted.
I nodded, cursing him, confounded again by the way he could be such an arrogant asshole, but turn around and say things so sweet you just wanted to cry.
He wasn’t joking though, when he kissed me, his tongue making short work of my defences, whipping my need back into a frenzy. When he broke it off and I whimpered in protest, he took my chin firmly in his hand.
“No complaints, just do as I say.”
I nodded, drawn into the wicked gleam in his eye.
He sat back on his haunches, releasing me, and grabbed the pillows from the head of the bed. “Turn over,” he grunted, grabbing me and flipping me onto my stomach before I could even protest. “Up on your knees,” he said, giving me the pillows to put under my upper body. Was this what I thought it was…? My legs trembled at the thought of him on top of me, pressing me down. Every frustrated sex dream I’d ever had pricked up their ears at the thought.
He moved behind me on the bed, his knees roughly pushing mine further apart, my back arching as I struggled not to collapse under the pressure of his hands on my shoulders. I could feel the heat of him between my legs, his erection brushing against me, tantalising, excruciatingly close. I buried my face in the pillows with a moan.
His hands found and grasped my wrists, twisting my arms behind me until I squealed with the burning pain of it, all my weight on my trembling knees and the pillows that propped me up. He rocked me back towards him, the tension bowing my back, his grip on my wrists tightening. Exposed and restrained, I was completely and utterly at his mercy. I’d never been so aroused in my entire life.
All his earlier urgency when he’d pinned me to the hallway wall seemed to have disappeared, his movements leisurely, infuriatingly slow. He never let go of my wrists, shifting his grip between his hands as he took advantage of my helpless position, running his hand over my breasts, smoothing along the arched curve of my spine. With every touch I felt his growing possessiveness of my body. It gave me a strange thrill, one I was in no state to give much thought.
When he began to stroke his erection along the wetness between my legs, I definitely stopped thinking all together. He made me wait and wait, when all I wanted was him inside me. He knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard, my hips arching towards him, begging him to just do something other than torment me. But he just kept rubbing against me until he began bumping against my clit, slippery and hot, sending shocks through my whole body.
Tightening his grip on my wrists he smoothed his hand around to my stomach, bracing himself before pushing against me with the tip of his erection, slowly, slowly penetrating me before pulling out again. I wailed. I cried, I writhed against him, but he just did it again, pushing into me with excruciating slowness and insistent pressure, just as slowly dragging back out again. When I had finally stopped fighting and was just sobbing with need into the pillow, he took my wrists in both hands and plunged in, one stroke, deep and hard. I screamed into the pillow and thought for a moment I’d actually pass out, the sensation of it so overwhelming.
The rest was a blur. The repeated pleasure of him filling me, his body pounding against mine with such force I thought I would break. Just when I thought I could handle no more, he shifted my wrists into one hand and slid his free hand around my hip, slipping his fingers deep into the wet folds at my centre. All could do was whimper into the pillow as he swirled his fingers over my clit again and again until everything turned into white heat and I was coming, spasming around his thrusting shaft, mindless with pleasure. Not so mindless that I didn’t hear the sounds he made as he pushed deep, deep inside me, pulling me back against him with a vice-like grip, releasing my hands to grasp at my hips, covering my body with his, trembling against me. I felt the sharp pain on my shoulder, the heat of his breath on my skin as his teeth sunk into my skin.
The world took some time to stop spinning. Closed eyes worked best it seemed. After collapsing on top of me, he’d rolled away, dragging me with him, draping me across his chest. I lay, listening to the gradual slowing of his racing heartbeat. It was a hypnotic sound, and some fuzzy part of my mind thought that I dared not move in case it would stop if I wasn’t there to listen to it.
He shifted under me slightly, freeing his arm, his fingers finding their way into my hair. He tugged, pulling my face closer to his, and I reluctantly left my vigil, leaving my fingers to feel the steady rhythm. His eyes searched for mine, heavy-lidded and dark. I reached up a finger to trace the curve of his bottom lip. I suspected, but I had to know.
“Jarod…can I ask…” for some inexplicable reason I found myself blushing furiously. “Did you…you know…” After all this I was still a prude? I tried to pull myself together but he came to my rescue.
“You mean…did I come?” he said, his voice rumbling in his chest, vibrating against my body deliciously. I nodded, struggling to look him in the eye. Was he chuckling? Bastard! I slapped at his chest weakly, but it only made him laugh harder.
He placed a soft kiss on my forehead and relented. “How could I not when your sweet little cunt was squeezing me half to death?” he asked, earning another slap from me. But I was smiling. And so was he.
“Huh…you look like a cat with cream,” he muttered, raising an eyebrow.
I traced a slow finger over the hairs on his chest and nodded.
He hooked a finger under my chin until I was forced to look him in the eye. “For all your bratishness, I think you do like to please me,” he said, contemplatively.
Curled up against his chest I wasn’t about to deny it.