Swirling, pressing, pinching.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
Goddammit, he always does this to me.
“I—I want…” I groan and my lashes begin to flutter as my release draws closer.
Just a little bit more, a little more pressure…
“Uh-uh,” he says and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
His fingers stop.
I’m left dangling on the edge.
“Tell me, Allie,” he demands.
Did I say I missed him? I take that back.
He’s totally a jerk.
A smirk unfurls across his lips.
Yep, a total jerk.
He knows talking dirty is hard for me. I’ve always struggled with it despite the words I can say quite comfortably inside my head. It’s a holdover from all the things my parents have drilled into me. Things about being a proper, upstanding lady.
One must always be gracious and say please and thank you.
One must never tell a boy she wants him to stuff her with his cock.
It’s been so long though, so long since we’ve been alone, my clit is throbbing with unfulfilled want.
And that smirk on his face certainly doesn’t help.
Taking a small breath, I will the words to come out. “I—I want you…”
His smirk sharpens as I trail off.
“I want you to fuck me, Coy. Fuck me hard,” I finally blurt out.
The smirk falls from his face and his jaw nearly drops from shock.
I’d be pleased with myself if my whole damn body wasn’t pulsing with need.
“Dammit, Coy,” I groan when he just stares at me like he doesn’t know who I am.
That seems to bring him back to reality.
Shaking his head sharply, he growls, “Fuck, you don’t have to ask twice.”
Reaching down, he unzips his jeans and pulls out his cock. He gives it two strokes, from base to crown. Then, grabbing me by the hip, he begins to guide it to my entrance.
His slippery head bumps against me when I suddenly remember something else.
“Wait,” I say and clench up.
After staring at me, he drops his chin and groans. “Shit. I almost forgot.”
Releasing his grip on his cock, he shoves his hand into his front pocket and pulls out a condom.
Another holdover from all the shit my parents drilled in my head.
Nothing is unforgivable in their eyes.
Nothing that is except for having a baby out of wedlock.
I watch him lift the foil wrapper up to his mouth and tear into it with his teeth. Eyes locked on mine, they blaze with love and need.
And the strangest urge comes over me.
“Stop,” I say, but he pulls the condom out of the wrapper like he didn’t hear me.
Sliding my arm off his shoulder, I grab him by the wrist as he drops the condom down to his cock, about to roll it on. “Stop, Coy.”
Coy’s eyes spark with irritation and his jaw clenches. As tight as his body is, I can tell he’s on the edge, but he’s trying hard to be patient with me.
His voice is rough and scratchy as he asks, “What’s wrong, baby?”
I suck in a breath. Am I really going to do this?
“No condom,” I say as I knock the condom out of his hand.
It falls to the carpet.
Coy looks down at the condom then his head jerks up to me. His eyes search my eyes as he reaches up and grabs the side of my face. “Are you sure?”
His thumb strokes along the line of my jaw. His grip might be rough and possessive, but there’s so much gentleness there too.
I wrap my arm around his neck again and pull him close, my eyes never leaving his eyes. “I’m sure. I don’t want anything between us.”
I want to feel his flesh against my flesh. I want it so bad, I start to tremble, aching for it.
Coy stares into my eyes for a second longer before his hand slides down, his fingers wrapping around my hip.
His grip squeezes around me the same moment he thrusts forward.
My throbbing, aching flesh spreads open for him and I suck in a sharp breath as he fills me up.
Stretching me, forcing me to make room for him.
It doesn’t matter how many times we do this, it always feels like the first time.
The first time I let him inside.
The first time I let him become a part of me.
Cementing him permanently in my soul.
“Fucking hell… you’re so warm…” Coy growls before he pulls back and slams into me again.
My ass smashes against the wall from the force of his thrust and my eyes want to roll into the back of my head.
The sensation of his cock gliding against my slick walls is intense, but it’s not nearly as intense as the emotions swelling in my chest.
I want to explode, to burst with them.
To be free of them.
Sometimes this love I have for him is so strong it scares me nearly to death.
We’re too young and too naïve for this to be real…
But as Coy begins to drive his body into mine, driving into me like his very life depends on it, I know he feels it too.
Feels powerless to stop it…
We’re caught up in something bigger than us. Something primal that will probably destroy us both.
But we can’t stop it… no, there’s no stopping it now.
All we can do is give into the beast and hope for the best.
Coy’s hand suddenly wraps around my throat and my eyes snap open, locking on his.
There’s love in there, but the anger is back.
“Is this hard enough for you?” he grunts.
“Harder,” I moan.
Eyes narrowing, his thrusts become deeper, more violent, and my thighs tighten around his hips.
Like I said before, I’ll take whatever he gives me.
Because I desperately need it.
I need his tenderness, but there’s also a darker part of me that craves his violence.
My fingers claw at his shoulders as his grip tightens around my throat, cutting off my air.
With just a little more pressure, he could end it all now and put us both out of our misery.
But he doesn’t.
His hips pound mercilessly into me, so forceful he’s not only smashing me into the wall, he’s smashing against my clit.
Forcing everything he has into me.
His love. His affection.
His loathing.
His hate.
Hate because I’ve made him weak.
Spots dance in front of my eyes and my lungs scream for air, but the pleasure inside me continues to build and build.
I’m so close, I can practically taste the relief on the horizon.
“Hey, Coy. That thing—” someone suddenly says behind him.
“Get out,” Coy snarls back, his hard, almost frantic pace never wavering.
“Shit. Yeah… sorry, brother.”
The door slams and blackness begins to creep into my vision.
Coy finally eases his grip around my throat and I suck in air just as my orgasm hits.
Crying out with my next breath, my walls squeeze around him. Milking him as I’m swept up into a tidal wave of pure liquid bliss.
This is the moment I live for. The moment when my craving for him is sated for just a few precious seconds.
My hair is tugged, my neck forced to arch back, and then Coy’s breath is in my ear. He pants as he swells up and pulses inside me.
And for the first time, I feel his warmth.