But I come. Hard.
So hard that white dots form behind my lids and my whole body caves into his.
Daniel keeps on driving inside me over and over. And it’s like he’s elongating my orgasm.
He pulls out and I think he’s done, but he flips me on my stomach and grabs my hips so my arse is in the air.
“Did you know that I have a perfect view of your dripping cunt from this position? You’re so wet, it’s staining the mattress.”
“S-stop it…”
“Why? You look the most beautiful I’ve seen you, Peaches.”
The position makes my cheek heat, but I’m unable to process that when he slaps my left arse cheek and thrusts in again.
Oh, God.
It’s like being on a rollercoaster. And why the hell am I so turned on by being slapped on the arse?
His pace is more animalistic, as if he was only preparing me earlier. His thrusts turn deeper, harder, and out of control.
My body shakes on the mattress and my head spins as my moans are broken off by his maddening rhythm.
“Dan…slow…down…” The lust is apparent in my chopped-off tone.
“Why? You want me to stop?”
“No…”
“Then shut that mouth, Peaches. I call the shots now and I’m going to fuck you in every position. I’ll fuck you for every time you made me want to grab you by the throat and back you against the nearest object. I’ll fuck you for every time you screwed me over.”
“Dan…”
“Shhh. And you don’t have the right to call me that. We’re not friends, Nicole. Never were and never will be. I’m not of your standing, am I? No one is.”
“Bloody idiot…” I mutter, feeling moisture stinging my eyes, but I don’t let it loose.
“You’re a little bitch, but not when you’re underneath me. Not so high and mighty when you’re stuffed with my dick, are you?”
“I hate you.”
“Not more than I hate you. But my cock loves your tight little pussy. Mmm. Do you feel how you swallow me in with every thrust?”
I close my eyes, but it’s brief, merely a fraction of a second. Daniel wraps my hair in a fist and pulls me back by it until his lips meet my ear.
“Don’t hide when I’m fucking you, Peaches. Next time you let a dick in you, I want you to remember how this feels.”
He thrusts deeper, harder, hitting a place that makes me see stars every time. Seeming attuned to my body language, he keeps doing it over and over until I’m moaning again.
His grunts echo with my moans, creating a fucked-up symphony. And then he pulls out, slaps my arse again, and shoots his cum all over it.
It stings against my hot flesh.
By the time he releases my hair, I collapse on the mattress, arse still in the air.
I’m exhausted, my body aches, and I feel like I’ll pass out.
A heavy weight falls on my back. His chest that’s slick with sweat rubs off my heated skin as he whispers in my ear, “Don’t fall asleep, Peaches. I haven’t even started with you yet.”
When Daniel said he hadn’t even started yet, he meant every word.
I lost count of how many times he fucked me.
On the bed, in the shower. Even on the floor.
He put me in positions I didn’t think were physically possible and took me to lengths I wouldn’t have deemed humanly accessible.
It was the first time I had sex and he turned that into a marathon. But I think it was the drugs that kept me going.
At times, I thought I would faint, but all he had to do was stimulate me and I’d be chasing the pleasure right there with him.
Fucking like animals.
He has the stamina of a sex god, I swear.
No wonder the girls who’ve slept with him brag about it for anyone who’ll listen. No wonder his reputation has reached other schools.
He would do so well as a porn star with a modeling gig on the side.
And that thought fills me with red-hot trepidation. It makes my blood go green with jealousy.
But I can push that to the side because this moment is more important.
We’re kissing right now. Or more like, he’s devouring me against the shower wall after he fucked me against it.
His lips taste rougher and sweeter than I’ve ever imagined.
They’re like my custom-made drug, and I can keep kissing them until I take my last breath. He’s a generous lover who always puts my pleasure before his own, makes me come before he does, and while he’s my first, I know most men don’t really care.
If I say I’m surprised, that would be a lie. Daniel might have been the founder of my anti-fan club, but he’s generally a generous person. He volunteers in charities when other rich kids let their parents’ money take care of it.
I’m not only happy that he’s my first, but I’m also so utterly relieved.
Sex didn’t really interest me. More accurately, sex with other people who aren’t Daniel didn’t interest me.
His cum trickles down my thigh with the water and that’s when my brain that’s been fogged with lust catches on.
My lips leave his with a jerk.
Annoyance contorts his handsome face, probably because I interrupted his fun.
His hair sticks to his temples and the droplets of water travel down his chest, kissing his pecs and licking his already semi-hard cock.
“You…didn’t use a condom.”
“Kind of late to point out the obvious, Peaches.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I forgot.”
“You what?”
He grabs my nape, which I’m starting to think is his sign for me to either shut up or pay attention.
Maybe both.
“Don’t give me that attitude when you’ve forgotten yourself.”
“But it was my first time.”
“That was at least five times ago.”
“And you forgot all those times!”
“I was kind of busy fucking your brains out, Nicole. Don’t make a bloody event out of this.”
“What if you give me some STD from your previous sexcapades? God knows you’ve probably dipped in half of London’s available holes.”
He flattens my back against the wall and I have no choice but to stare up at him. I didn’t know he could be so domineering when he sets his mind to it.
“Are you keeping tabs on me, Peaches?”
“In your dreams. I’m just worried about my health.”
“Not terribly worried if you didn’t bring condoms for your fucking session with Chris.” He sounds disapproving, angry even.
“I told you that was not my plan. Do you at least use protection with the others?”
“Why? Worried I’ll become a teen dad?”
“One, that would be awful for Aunt Nora. She doesn’t deserve your trouble. Two, I’m worried for myself.”
“You won’t get anything.”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. What I’m not sure about, however, is whether or not you’ll become a teen mum.”
“I’m on birth control! You’re the last person whose spawn I would want inside me.”
He twists his lips with apparent displeasure or exasperation, I’m not sure.