Pax’s cock springs free, standing proud, and my breath catches in my throat. It’s not the length. Don’t get me wrong, he has a solid six and a half inches to work with. Nothing to complain about at all. It’s the girth of it that has me swallowing hard. I’ve never seen a dick this thick before. No way could I close my hand around it properly. No way I’ll be able to fit it into my mouth, for God’s sake. What the hell am I going to do with it?
Pax is out of breath; his shoulders hitch up and down as he leans against the end of the bed, resting his thighs against the mattress. “On your front. Right now. I wanna see your ass.”
My cheeks flame. Heat explodes in my stomach, spreading down between my legs and rising up the back of my throat. I feel like I’ve just spontaneously combusted and any second now the bed is going to go up in flames.
Pax gives me an impatient look—he’s not used to waiting for what he wants. I’ve never just presented my ass to someone for their inspection, though. None of this is familiar to me. I’m a fish out of water, and it’s taking a monumental effort of will to keep my shit together right now. Slowly, I roll over onto my stomach. Pax makes a guttural sound of appreciation when I hop up onto my knees. “You’re being such a good fucking girl. You wanna make me happy. That’s very good.”
Warmth spreads across my chest at his praise. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. I want more of that praise. I’ll give him whatever he wants if he’ll lace his voice with more of that soothing approval. I’ll do whatever he tells me. I’ll degrade and debase myself in every possible manner if he’ll just—
“Knees wide. Spread them as far as they’ll go. I wanna see every part of that pretty little asshole.”
I leap at the command, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth.
“So fucking needy,” Pax purrs. He caresses the curve of my ass in his palm, barely grazing my flesh with his touch, and I start to tremble. I can’t stop. The more I try to still myself, the harder I shake.
He grips me hard out of nowhere, both hands closing around my hips, his fingers digging into my skin, and I let out a surprised gasp.
“The house is empty right now, so I’ll allow that.” His fingers gouge deeper. “If you do that when one of the boys are home, though, you won’t like the consequences. If you’re here and I’m fucking you, you’re silent, Chase. You understand?”
I bite down on my lip, holding my breath, nodding quickly. I can be quiet as a church mouse. He won’t even hear me breathe. In my head, I’m not quiet. I’m the furthest thing from it. I’m crowing, victorious, practically screaming, because what he just said implies that this won’t be a one-time thing. It sounds as if he intends for there to be more of this between us, and that is music to my ears.
He jerks my hips, pulling me back down the bed toward him. His stomach presses against the backs of my thighs, the head of his erect cock trapped between our bodies, rubbing firmly against my pussy, and I damn near lose all control. I want to push back against him, to rub myself against him, rolling my hips, but I’m too overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation to do anything other than shake.
I jump when I feel wetness between my legs again. I cast a look over my shoulder, only to witness him run hands over my ass cheeks, spreading them further apart, looking up at me from under those drawn dark brows again. His eyes are twin flickering silver flames full of malice as he bows his head and spits again. I try not to move when he moves his right hand back and begins to rub the pad of his thumb against me, spreading his saliva all over my ass, and down, down, deep inside the folds of me, over my clit. I nearly collapse onto the bed, unable to hold myself up, when he slides his thumb inside of me and slowly begins to fuck me with it. “You on birth control, Chase?”
I try to swallow but my mouth has fallen open and I can’t. “N-Not right now.” I was before break. I agreed to take it after Mom read some emails I’d sent to a friend back in California—emails that contained some very racy content about the very man standing in front of me. I stopped soon after, though. Didn’t seem necessary.
Pax says nothing. He lets go of me, though, and walks around the bed to one of the small nightstands. Quickly, he opens the top drawer, takes out a small foil packet, and rips it open with his teeth.
He doesn’t even look down at himself as he rolls the condom onto his erection with the confident, smooth movements of someone who’s had a lot of practice at this particular task. Once he’s done, he takes my chin in one hand, grip firm, almost bordering on painful, and he forces my head back so that I have to look up at him. “If I tell you to do something, are you gonna do it?” he asks.
“Yes.” No hesitation. No need to even think about it.
He seems pleased. Rather, I think this is what he looks like when he’s pleased. “When I tell you to move, you move. When I tell you to stay still, you stay still. And when I tell you to come, Chase, you’d better fucking do it, or there’ll be trouble.”
What kind of consequences? What kind of torture will he inflict upon me if I don’t comply? The part of my brain that deals in self-preservation wants me to clarify this, but I’m determined to keep my mouth shut for fear that I’ll say something stupid and he won’t follow through on this. I need it. I need him, and I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize whatever’s about to happen.
“I’m gonna fuck you now. Do you consent?” he growls.
Holy hell. That question. It’s hot as hell that he’d ask, but I don’t think he’s trying to be politically correct. He’s asking because he wants me to understand what I’m getting into and he’s giving me one more chance to back out before things get wild.
I nod.
“Say the words,” he commands.
“Yes. I consent.”
Quickly his hand slides around to the back of my neck. He holds me in his grasp as he moves around so that he’s back between my legs again. My heart hammers, adrenalin flooding my system so fast that I can’t even breathe.
There’s no foreplay. No warning. Pax sinks himself into me with one powerful thrust, and he shows no mercy.
There’s no pain, but I tense at the surprise of him inside me—the sheer size of him, filling me up, taking up so much space, the heat and the hardness of him demanding every scrap of my attention. Pax must feel me tense around him. He slaps my ass hard enough that I yelp, and then roughly grabs hold of my hip, shaking me a little. “Relax,” he orders. “Breathe, for fuck’s sake. You’re acting like this is your first time.”
He pauses, then. Sucks in a sharp breath.
“Wait. This better not be your first fucking time.”
I shake my head.
“Chase. Tell me you’ve been fucked before,” he snarls.
“Yes. Yeah, I have. I have. I’m not a virgin.”
“And you want to fuck me now. Right?”
“Yes! Please. Please…”
He growls at the back of his throat, slowly sliding himself out of me. “Okay, then. Loosen up. Convince me we’re on the same page.”
“I’m fine, I swear I’m fine. Please. Please don’t stop.” I force the muscles in my legs and my shoulders to relax. I unclench my jaw. A long, deep breath helps me calm my soaring pulse. My efforts have their desired effect, because Pax blows a long deep exhalation down his nose and begins to move.