I felt a little nip of his teeth on my collar bone. “What games am I playing?”
My head was spinning with desire. I shook it back and forth, trying to regain some composure but it was a lost cause. Grabbing his head by his hair, I pulled him up enough to see his eyes. They were glassed over and hungry for me.
“I need you to fuck me. Now.” I saw the retort forming on the edge of his lips. Releasing his head, I dragged my finger down his face and paused on his mouth to quiet him. “No, Dodger, I mean it. I need you inside of me, now.”
My desperation was tangible. The room felt stuffy as a trickle of sweat rolled down my neck. Fuck the south and its unbearable heat. Dodger read me so easily. He nodded, and unzipped his pants. I didn’t bother looking down at him and what he was doing. My brain wasn’t functioning. I was running purely off lust and feel. I knew he was pulling himself out of his underwear and lining himself up to my opening. I knew just before he forced his way inside of me in one quick thrust that he felt what I felt. He paused to make eye contact. That was Dodger. He was the one that needed that. He needed that connection to feel that I was there with him. That’s where he held me—where his power was. In those blue eyes.
“Mace, you still on the pill?”
“What?” I tried to really hear the question, but frankly it seemed too serious to deal with right now.
“The pill. You still taking it?”
He placed the head of his cock on my clit and massaged it back and forth. I swear he just asked me a question.
“Mmm, yes,” I moaned in pleasure.
“Good.” Whatever he asked, he must’ve gotten his answer.
The first moment of him entering me was pain and pleasure. I hadn’t been with anyone since we’d broken up. Being abstinent for a year certainly did a number on my poor vagina. Apparently they weren’t kidding when they said you’d feel like a born again virgin. I wouldn’t be surprised if I were bleeding. I cried out in both pain and pleasure.
Dodger reached up and grasped my hand in his. His body rose above mine, hips thrusting, bodies colliding. My breasts were moving with each pounding and it only drove my need for him up even higher. I craved him. He was all around me, and I wanted to taste him. Reaching forward, I placed my mouth on his shoulder and bit down. I may have bitten too hard, but he didn’t seem to mind. In fact, it amped him up and he was now pushing his cock so hard inside of me that my whole body was moving up the bed. Dodger growled.
The first orgasm that hit me was no gradual wave. It overtook my body like a possession making every nerve ending explode. I must have screamed because a rough, calloused hand covered my mouth, muffling the sound. I didn’t care. My eyes rolled back and I shook with a fierceness that I’d never felt before. My toes curled, and my knees clamped around his hips. I did everything I could to get him to stop while the sensations coursed through me. Unfortunately, he outweighed me by a good eighty pounds. Stopping him would be the equivalent of stopping a freight train with my bare hands.
“Oh shit, stop.”
“No.”
“Too much,” I ground out. “Too much.”
He chuckled. “Good.” He was unrelenting.
Dodger curled his hips upward, and his cock pressed against a spot that was already sensitive and swollen. I dug my nails into his back and hung on. The ridge of him inside of me stroked over the spot once, twice, three times . . . and that was it. The mother of all orgasms rocked me. I was only vaguely aware that he was in the midst of his own orgasm as he groaned in my ear. But I had no sense to even care. My body was writhing. I gritted my teeth, and I felt a gush of fluid as my pussy tightened around his cock. I lost all control. Never in my life had I felt pleasure like this. I imagine this was only a taste of what being high felt like, because I was on cloud fucking nine.
After shocks rippled through me and there was ringing in my ears. I laid there on the bed, gasping for air. My poor body felt like it had just been through a strenuous workout, and yet I’d barely done any work. I was exhausted and kept my eyes sealed shut. All of my synapses were slowly coming back online. Dear lord, how was this ever going to be topped?
“You okay over there? Can you move anything?”
I grunted.
Dodger laughed. “You’ve been laying there for a good five minutes motionless. I was about to check if you were still breathing if you wouldn’t have just moaned.”
I didn’t moan. Instead, I stayed still. The thought of lifting a finger right now might cause me to come again and I don’t think my poor over worked body could handle that right now. I had no clue I was capable of practically shutting down due to orgasming.
“Well, I’ll just assume you missed me that much.”
I pried on eye open and peered at him.
He grinned from ear to ear. “Is that another yes?”
Shutting my eye, I sighed. I needed every muscle to relax so when I could finally move and attempt getting dressed, I wouldn’t slither to the floor like I was mush.
“I knew it.”
He sounded so smug. “Get over yourself, Prince Charming.”
“Just saying, I managed to render you speechless and I thought I was going to have to call a coroner.”
“Dodger . . .” I said in warning. “I would stop while you’re ahead. I’d hate to see that ego of yours get squashed.”
I didn’t have to look at him to know that he was smiling down at me. “Oh, this isn’t ego, Macie. This is confidence. The way your body just responded to me was all I needed to know that you have been missing me just as much as I have you.”
“Again, I’d hate to trample all over that puffed up chest and bright grin you have going on over there, but there isn’t missing of anyone going on.”
Deny. That was the game plan.
In the aftermath of what had just happened, I didn’t need some soft little boy crawling after me because we’d just had great sex. Well, not just great sex. Probably the best sex I’d had in my life. But that wasn’t reason enough for me to proclaim that Dodger and I live happily ever after. That shit just didn’t exist in my world. It’s not that I was fucked up from past relationships, nor was it because my parents had split and I had a complex. Nope, my parents were still very much in love and together, and I had never been in a relationship where I was crushed and swore off boys. This was just the way that I was. I’d seen too many bad movies, too many good friends get hurt, and too many guys fuck things up by thinking the grass was greener on the other side. Bitch, I was the green grass. All the other grass was fucking brown for all I cared. There was no way I was going to let anyone take my emotions and rip them to shreds. I figured maybe someday I’d let that mentality go and settle down. But for now, this was how I lived my life.
“You can’t be serious?”
Okay, that was enough. I opened my eyes and looked right at him. “I’m very serious.”