His eyes glint with wicked intent as he rips my sleep top in two with his bare hands, exposing my upper body to his hungry gaze. The torn material slinks down my arms, falling to the ground, as he lowers his head and sucks my breast into his mouth.
My nipples are so hard they could cut glass, and I groan, tracing my fingers along his shorn blond locks while he feasts on my breasts. He alternates his attention between them, sucking and kneading, flicking and tormenting, and his callused fingers are not gentle. He tweaks my nipples roughly, plucking them like guitar strings until they’re raw and achy.
The whole time I’m flexing my hips against his as we dry hump against my wall. He rips his mouth from my tits long enough to shred my panties and remove his jeans and boxers. We’re frantic as we reach for one another again, and when he lifts me up, my legs automatically encircle his shapely waist. I barely contain my scream as he slams inside me in one swift move.
His mouth devours mine as he pounds into me, and I hardly feel my back scraping against the wall, because I’m too consumed with the way his cock is worshiping my pussy. Reality hits in a lucid moment, and I shove at his chest. “What?” he grunts, shifting me higher on his body and thrusting his cock in deeper.
“Condom,” I rasp.
“I’m clean, you’re clean, and you have the implant. We’re not using condoms anymore.”
I shove his shoulders harder, stifling a moan as his cock presses against my G-spot and I see stars. “How the fuck do you know that?”
“Theo pulled your medical records.” He pins me with a devilish grin. “Don’t get mad, baby. Just accept we know everything about you and relinquish control to me.”
I bite down hard on his shoulder, and the moan that leaves his lips sends heat gushing through my core. I glare at him before his mouth descends on mine again, and then, I take it out on his tongue, biting and swatting it, and brutalize his lips with punishing kisses.
He yanks me away from the wall, planting my feet on the ground in front of my dresser and draping me over the back of the chair. “Need to go deeper. Spread your legs, princess.”
Panic builds inside me as his hands trace up my spine. I slip out from under him before he can plunge back in. “I want to ride you.” I grab his hand and tug him toward the bed, pushing him down. I move fast so he doesn’t have time to argue, straddling him quickly and lowering myself over his warm, hard length.
“You’re so fucking bossy.” He grips my hips, digging his fingers into bone.
I grind down on top of him, using my thighs to slide up and down his dick, gripping him hard with my inner muscles. “You fucking love it,” I pant.
“Only with you,” he grunts, grabbing my arms and pulling me down toward him. “And one day, you’ll submit.”
“You mean when hell freezes over?” I slam down hard on top of him, and he grunts.
He flips me over superfast, pinning my arms above my head and thrusting deep inside me. “You’ll do it and you’ll love it.”
“Keep dreaming, Saintly.”
He smiles, and it’s the first genuine smile he’s ever given me. I doubt he even realizes he’s doing it. I gulp over the sudden lump of emotion wedged in my throat, feeling his every thrust and stroke straight through to my soul.
No! This won’t happen. I can’t let it.
I channel the unmentionable emotion, molding it into anger, and I arch my back, lifting up, biting and sucking his abs and his chest. He lets go of my wrists so I can sit up straighter, and I claw my nails up and down his back, feeling the prick of blood under the tips of my fingers as I go to town on him. He thrusts into me harder, cussing under his breath when I dig my nails into his sweet ass cheeks, lashing out at his body while inwardly screaming at myself.
He takes it all, giving it back in spades, grazing his teeth over my nipples, leaving bite marks on my breasts and my collarbone, and sucking so hard on my neck I know I’m going to wake up covered in hickeys.
We fuck one another hard, pounding and thrusting, scraping and clawing, our tongues and our lips fighting for supremacy as we battle our natural instincts. He’s got his tongue piercing in, and every time I feel the metal ball moving against my tongue or he licks the inside of my mouth, I let loose a primal moan drenched with sheer liquid lust. I drag my nails through his scalp, bite his earlobes, and scratch his face.
He yanks my head back by my hair, pulling it so tight it makes my scalp sting, and then, he nips and bites along the edge of my jaw, the pleasure-pain sensation electrifying every cell and nerve ending in my body.
It’s wild and out of control, and I’m loving every fucking second of it.
He is too.
We toss and tumble on the bed as we challenge each other for control, flipping one another over every few minutes. I slam up and down on his cock, and he pounds into my pussy, prodding my puckered hole with two fingers as his cock demolishes my cunt.
When he pinches my clit, I explode underneath him, and a rainbow of vibrant colors and emotions bursts behind my retinas. I cling to him, feeling his hot cum spill inside me, and I grip his cock tighter, keeping him close to me, both hating and loving how intimate this moment feels.
We hold on to one another as we ride the high and slowly come back down to earth. Our skin is sweaty, our breathing ragged, our heartbeats pounding, and the magnitude of the moment slams into me.
Powerful emotion batters me on all sides, and I’m drowning.
Tears prick my eyes, and for the first time since I was thirteen, I think I might cry on the outside.
Oh fuck. He can’t bear witness to this.
I push him off me and hop up, unlocking the door and yanking it open. “Get out.” My voice wobbles and my arm trembles as I point at the open door. “Get out and stay out.”
He stands, watching me with that fucking, intrusive lens of his as he scoops up his clothes. He stops in the doorway and turns to face me, gripping my chin painfully. “Thanks for the fuck, princess.” He tweaks my nose. “Guess it sucks to realize you’re female after all.”
I shove him out, slamming and locking the door behind him, grab a pillow, and scream into it in pure rage. Then, I lose it, tossing shit around my room, dragging the covers off my bed, pummeling my fists into the wall until the skin tears, and doing everything I can to purge the emotion lashing me on all sides.
It’s preferable than giving in to the tears waiting in the wings, because I’ll be damned if I give Saint Lennox my first tears in five years.
He can go fuck himself with an inflatable cock extender until his ass bleeds.
I slump to the floor, burying my head in my hands, fighting the storm raging inside me.
When I eventually calm down, I survey the chaos in my room with a sinking feeling, shaking my head as I internally berate myself for losing control.
I’m glad I removed the camera earlier so the guys weren’t witness to my shame.
I climb awkwardly to my feet, my body drained from the rough sex and the emotional aftermath, cleaning the mess up in between yawns. As soon as I put my bed back together, I flop onto the mattress, drag the comforter up over my head, and attempt to erase the last couple hours from my mind.
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“What the fuck happened to you?” Caz asks the following morning when he enters the kitchen, gawking at the multitude of hickeys covering my neck and my collarbone. He moves in closer, his brows knitting together as he inspects the faint bite marks dotting my jawline. I’ve tried my best to disguise the marks on my face with makeup, but the ones on my neck are harder to hide. Even if I wear a scarf, something that would draw attention itself, it won’t cover all of them because they go right up both sides of my neck.