My mouth dropped open, and it took me a few moments before what he said made sense. Then, I threw my head back and started laughing.
“Ahhh,” I giggled. “That’s the best analogy I’ve ever heard.”
But when I opened my eyes and tilted my head back to his, it was to find him only inches away from my face.
“I like it when you laugh,” he murmured. “I like looking at your throat as the muscles work. It makes me want to bite right here,” he lifted his finger to drag it along the cord of my neck. “And lick it.”
“What’s stopping you?” I challenged the large man who was looking at me like I was a piece of meat, and he hadn’t had anything to eat in days.
His eyes snapped down to mine, and his lips tipped up.
“Nothing.”
Then he pressed one large, rough palm to the middle of my chest—his fingers spanning nearly from armpit to armpit—and pushed.
I fell backwards, my arms going up high over my head, and my breasts bouncing with the movement.
His eyes took it all in for long seconds before he grinned and started to prowl up the bed between my splayed thighs.
Once he was over me completely, he dropped only his head to my neck and started to nip.
Small, teasing flicks of his tongue darting out and firing up my blood.
But I became complacent, thinking I knew what I was going to get from him, and he took me by surprise by biting down on the cord of my neck.
I jolted and my hands convulsed, my nails digging deep into the skin of his thighs.
The bite wasn’t strong enough to break skin, but it was enough to leave small indentations where he’d nipped me and cause rays of pleasure to shoot straight through me to where it mattered most.
I gasped, my hips involuntarily hitching up to push into him, but I got nowhere.
The way he was hovering over my body on his hands and knees made it impossible for me to grind my pussy against his cock like I wanted.
“Tommy,” I growled, then froze at the volume I’d used.
He read the panic.
“She’s back in the room across the hall,” he answered my unspoken question. “For now. When we’re done…when I’m done with you…I’ll bring her back in here.”
My mouth went dry as he lifted up my knees and pushed my thighs impossibly wider.
“I’m going to make this one that will hold us for a fucking while,” he informed me none too gently. “When you graduate, you’re still going to be feeling me.”
My breathing was now coming in pants.
“I don’t want to call this quits. But I also don’t want you to lose anything by staying with me when you’re so close to being finished,” he informed me. “But the day you graduate, just remember that you’re mine. Mine to touch,” he lifted one hand and ran it down the outside of my thigh, circling around my knee before moving it back up to the top of his boxer briefs that I was wearing. “Mine to kiss,” he dropped his mouth to mine, taking it with such an intensity that my whole body nearly burst into flames. “Mine to fuck.”
His fingers slipped past the waistband of my bottoms, not stopping until his finger filled me completely.
I inhaled deeply, stealing the breath straight from his lungs.
“That okay with you?” he asked.
I nodded, moaning into his mouth.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck, yes.”
I would wait for him forever.
The next couple of months would blow, but I could handle it.
So could he.
We were adults. We were human beings with willpower. This would be so easy.
“I want to fuck you every way imaginable,” he rasped. “I want to fuck you here.” He growled. “I want to fuck you on my bike. In my new house. On the hood of my truck. In the hospital linen closet. Anywhere that you’ll let me.”
His wet finger came out of my entrance to circle around the bud at the apex of my thighs, and I came.
Just like that.
That easily.
I came right apart, giving him everything I had to give and more.
I swam up from my orgasm to him pulling the underwear down my thighs.
The moment my legs were free of the constraint, I rolled up and flipped over onto my hands and knees.
“Fuck me hard,” I ordered him.
He growled something unintelligible as he smoothed one rough palm over my ass cheek, letting his fingers tease the crack of my ass as he did.
I felt the bed move and I turned so my shoulder was pressed down against the mattress but my head was to the side, allowing me to watch as he reached into the night table and produced the condoms I’d picked up off the floor this morning.
Ripping one off, he tore it open with quick, jerky movements and lined the latex up with the tip of his cock.
He watched me as I watched him, and I quivered in anticipation.
“While we’re waiting for you to graduate, you will get tested and so will I. When we find out that we’re clean, you’ll get on birth control, and I’ll be fucking you without this,” he said matter of fact. “I can’t wait to see what you feel like surrounding my bare cock.”
Then he lined himself up with my entrance.
“You’re sure about hard?”
I nodded, still watching him as best as I could.
He nodded once, and then slammed inside.
It took everything I had not to scream.
He was big, I already knew this. But from this angle, he felt even bigger.
His hard, powerful thrusts were pushing me across the bed, and it wasn’t long before my head hung over the side.
Soon I didn’t even have the bed to hold onto, and I just had to take everything he had to give.
And that’s when I came.
Hard. Long. And loud.
***
“You awake?” my bedmate rumbled.
My eyes opened, and I rolled over, staring up at the ceiling.
“Yeah,” I confirmed. “Have you…”
That’s when I realized that things were a little too wet down there.
Dread began to sweep through me as I slowly sat up in the bed, my eyes going to the spot where I’d been lying not even a minute before.
The minute I saw the blood, I wanted to cry.
It was everywhere.
On my legs. On his leg. On the bed. On the sheets.
Jesus! What a nightmare!
“Oh, God.”
Tommy followed my gaze, and he closed his eyes before turning his head to study me as I scrambled out of the bed.
He looked at me, laughter dancing in his eyes, while I tried to decide whether crying was appropriate in this situation.
Would that make it worse or better?
“This is the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me in my entire life,” I informed him as I tore out of the room and headed for the shower.
I turned the shower on and jumped in without waiting for it to warm up, completely and utterly mortified.
But that wasn’t the end of my mortification.
No, never. If one thing went bad, ten things went bad.
So there I was, staring at the red tinted water going down the drain when Tommy joined me in the shower.
I stiffened, turning to look at him with wide, cow like eyes.
“Your daughter’s still sleeping,” he informed me as if I hadn’t just stained his sheets with my monthly curse. “And I’ll bet if we hurry we’ll have ten minutes or so before she wakes.”