I choked back everything his body wrangled free, and when he softened against my tongue, his hands pulled me free from his cock, laying me flat on the bed.

“The kid gloves are off. You’re mine now.”

He spent the next thirty minutes torturing my body. He pinched my nipples until they ached so bad I’d thought they’d burst, and he flicked my clit until he had to wrestle my hands back because I was so desperate for relief I would have given myself carpet burn just to orgasm. What disturbed me the most was I watched his cock bob along as if mocking me in my torment. We weren’t waiting for him to recharge his batteries; he was just having fun at my expense. His face was full of glee as I writhed and begged for him to put me out of my misery. Anything. I would have given him anything, let him do anything. I wasn’t even thinking of the words falling from my lips, just the hands that burned across my body and the tongue that lashed my lips, nipples, and slit like a whip.

“Please. Please. Joel. I need relief. Something. Anything. Everything.”

“Oh, Blaire. I told you I would break you,” he said with a look of reverie on his face. It was almost as if he felt sorry for me, for not only the brutal way he teased my body, but for what only he knew was coming. “What I didn’t tell you was I’m going to fucking love every minute of it,” he whispered. His body stretched out over mine and every rippling muscle yawned, blanketing me with the strength he exerted in every movement. His words clipped my ears before he took my mouth in a kiss that had me panting against his lips.

“Blaire, I want to feel everything. I’ve never…I’ve always used condoms, so I’m clean. Are you on birth control?”

“Yes. Yes. Joel,” I whined.

I locked my legs around his calves, and his teeth nipped my bottom lip. He lifted up just enough to take his cock in hand and thrust into me.

It was like his cock was breathing air back into my lungs. I found a renewed strength with the force of him barreling into me.

“This is what you’ve been missing out on, Blaire. I bet you’re hating yourself now.” He drew his shaft out slowly with both of us looking on, watching every inch of his withdrawal and the glistening proof of my arousal.

I groaned aloud as he slid back into me, fucking me to the hilt. My fingers pressed into his shoulders and my legs locked around his back holding onto him with all of the need coursing through my body, looking for an outlet. His hips were slow, drawing out the pleasure until his body shook with resistance and mine shook with need. Slick lips coursed down my neck and across my breasts, drawing in one nipple at a time. He squeezed one nipple and bit the other simultaneously, both the pain and pleasure of his touch sending a current of shockwaves from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.

Our bodies tangled in a mess of limbs, tongues, and grappling hands—both of us searching for the one spot that would make the other cry out for more. So far, he was winning. I lay pinned beneath the weight of Joel, and there was nowhere I would have rather been. I thrust my hips forward, our pelvises colliding in a brutal mashing of skin. There were a few places that were sure to bear his mark the next day, but every touch at that moment was just what I needed to make my blood thunder in my veins and my pulse stampede.

“Your pussy begs even prettier than you do.”

“Joel.” I panted his name through the force of his hips thrusting between my legs. He speared into me, pulling out and dragging up to my clit where his piercing stimulated before sinking back into my depths. Like a clam reclaiming its pearl, I clutched at him tighter as if the more I bared down against him the harder it would be for him to escape. It didn’t stop him though; it only increased the sensation of him pulling back out. He leaned back, looking down the scope of my body, to his target, where he pulled out. He slammed back into my depths so suddenly that my breath lodged in my throat, startling me with the intensity and depth of him.

“That’s it. Fuck this dick, pretty bird. Shit, just watching you makes me want to come. Your lips, these tits, your legs.” His hands skated down my body touching everywhere with adoration and devotion. The way he looked at my body like I was a goddess, a deity worthy of devotion, made me feel something more than the barreling weight of my orgasm looming in my core. No, this was something more dangerous than a little death. It didn’t belong there, not with that man, not in that room. There was no space for him to weasel his way in, but that was what he was doing; chipping at my encased heart like an archaeologist excavating the fragile pieces.

I shook my head, trying to separate the emotion from the act.

One-night stand.

That’s all he is, but he fucks like an animal.

Insatiable.

That’s the word.

“Harder, Joel. Fuck me harder.”

“Pretty bird wants it harder?”

His cock dislodged from me with a plop, yet we were still connected by the thin sheen stretched between us—his pre-come and my juices. Those were the little details skipped over in porn. Things I didn’t realize I’d been missing on days where I’d been especially needy with nothing more than a disc full of writhing bodies and a vibrator tucked between my legs to get me off. I didn’t have long to bask in our union before Joel flipped me over, sinking my chest into sweat-soaked sheets.

“Ass up, sexy. I want to see this pretty cunt when I sink into you balls-deep.”

I groaned at the visual he presented. He tugged on my hip as I shimmied my knees closer to my chest and raised my ass so our bodies were aligned. The heat rising from his body was so hot, I thought if I looked hard enough I would be able to see steam rise from between his legs like thick clouds drifting up from manholes on the street.

The sound of his skin slapping against mine pierced the air as he slammed into me with the force of a runaway train barreling down the tracks. His hips crashed into me in a continuous rhythm my body moved along with. It was as if a song filled his head and his cock was the speaker, transmitting the song to my body—a song that had my body working like a machine. Every rise and fall, every breath, every clench of my fists and caress of his hand—it was all a crescendo, layers and layers of feeling, both physical and emotional, compounded until it reached the pinnacle, the peak, the climax.

We fell together.

“Blaire,” Joel groaned out my name, stilling my bucking hips with an iron grip as my orgasm rocked through my body. I felt primal, raw, a savage animal what with the sounds that escaped my throat. My spine rippled at the same time Joel’s hands loosened, and we both collapsed to the mattress like a house of cards blown over with the slightest uptake in wind.

Chapter Seven

I should have been second-guessing everything that had happened leading up to the point where I found myself back in his arms, but I just couldn’t. I clung to his warmth like the dying days of summer, relishing the weight of his body pressed against mine. So much for the rules, I thought with a chuckle.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were intentionally trying to bruise my ego. What’s so funny this time?”

Joel rolled away from my back, his arm wrapping around my stomach to pull me with him. He pulled until we were both lying on our sides, face to face. The presence of his hand caressing my side was an unexpected yet welcome comfort.

“I don’t know. This. You. Me. Our circumstances.” I waved my hand around the room, pointing at nothing in particular, especially considering the fact that we couldn’t see in the darkness of the room.

“You’re telling me this isn’t how you’d ordinarily spend a Monday morning?”