“You’re not going anywhere. You’re going to watch me fuck you while you figure out why either of us matter. Why we feel like this when we’re together. Suck it up and watch me take what’s mine.”
I stood from my position and turned away from him, bent over, spreading my legs so he could see all I had to offer. My hands wound through my legs to my entrance, my fingers teasing along the slit. I could feel my juices dripping.
“Shit,” he ground out through is teeth. I could hear him struggling to break free, so he could take me hard and fast the way we both needed it. Not tonight.
“Andrew used to touch me here,” I said, torturing him as I slipped my middle finger in.
He snarled at me. “I don’t want to hear that!” I could hear the venom in his bite.
“Don’t listen then. I’ll show you.” I continued on. My fingers dragged in and out, over and over again. Then I splayed them and didn’t say a word, letting him think what he wanted as I dragged my juices up to my back entrance to tease him.
“That’s mine. No one has touched you there, and no one will but me.” His tone was beyond lethal. His breathing picked up and his hips bucked toward me.
The bed started rocking as he thrashed around, trying to break free, to grab me. There was a pitiful desperation in the sounds coming from him—from his moans, groans and whimpers, and I almost considered letting him go… almost.
“Think what you want,” I mewled at him as my finger parted my cheeks and pushed in.
“Fucking untie me now!”
I peeked over my shoulder to find him seething. A shudder ran through me, and I licked my lips, continuing on.
We were both lashing out. He wasn’t the only one in pain. But unlike him, I kept fighting, kept going. He’d already given up. When we touched…it all clicked into place. He was my soul mate; I could feel it when he was near. Our bodies together made sense; our lives on a whole had new meaning. We were no longer condemned to walk alone like the undead.
“Quit being so cold to me,” I said. “We want each other…because…”
I waited for him to fill in the blanks as I continued to finger my ass.
“I don’t know…fucking Christ! I have no idea.” He sounded completely broken.
Hearing him break down was painful but there was beauty in his surrender.
I relented; released my power play and sat back down, straddling his chest.
“You do know. We both know. When you realize why we belong together…you’ll quit relying on old habits and pretending that you have no purpose, no direction.” I kissed him hard and his whole body arched toward me.
His body clung to mine, even though his hands were not free to join in.
“There’s peace in the blackness. We’ve found it. I’m beginning to embrace it.” I tried explaining it to him in simple terms as I scooted down his waist, stopping when I felt his hot head against my clit.
His eyes closed, shutting me out along with the inevitable pain of allowing himself to love me. “Please! Stop this.”
“Won’t admit it out loud? Fine. I’ll just make you feel it.” I slid against him, moaning at the feeling of his silky hard length as it rubbed against my entrance and my clit.
“Shit, baby!” His eyes scrunched tighter, hips pushing up into mine. “I can feel how fucking wet you are for me.”
I slid back up and lined the tip up before gliding down, taking him to the hilt. My eyes screwed tight, my mouth dropping open, a guttural moan escaping me as he filled me. My fingers flexed, pushing my nails into his chest.
“Oh, God. Fuck, Nathan!” I shuddered as he flexed his hips up, his feet gaining purchase to help prop him up.
My body began acting on its own, sliding up and down his hard cock, taking him as deep as I could. I cried out every time I slammed all the way down and whimpered when I retreated.
The pace picked up, my body bouncing up and down as I rode him, as I took control.
“You look so fucking good riding me.” His eyes were clouded, jaw slack. “I love watching my cock disappear in you. Do you like that, too, baby? I bet you do. You’re a good little cock whore that way.”