Keller rips his mouth away, panting, his eyes glazed over. “Inside.”
I scoop up my discarded keys, taking a painfully long time to undo the deadbolts with Keller behind me, pressing his hardness into the cleft of my ass.
The door opens and we stumble through. Keller kicks it shut and grabs me for another kiss. I’m about to protest, needing to lock the door. But this is Keller. He’ll keep me safe. He leans in and bites my lip, drawing blood, and I gasp. All thoughts of deadbolts fly out of my head.
“Bedroom,” he rasps, trailing his teeth down my neck. Electricity crackles from the base of my spine, making me aching and near desperate to have Keller fill me up.
He pulls back, landing a hard slap on my ass. “Bedroom,” he repeats, sharper this time.
Lust coursing through me, I lead Keller down the tiny hallway to my room, wondering what I’m doing. Why is he here? What could we possibly have together beyond sex?
Then I think about what Keller is offering, here and now—the chance to relax, to sink into pleasure without worry or fear, to live, to claim that spark even if it’s only for a few hours—I can’t say no. But can I stay detached?
As we undress I decide that I’ll take whatever Keller gives me, even if I eventually break. I’d rather feel alive for a little while than never feel anything again.
And right now, I want to feel.
Keller
I follow Britt down the tiny hall to her even tinier bedroom. I should win a fucking award for the restraint I show in not just shoving her, face-first, against the wall and plowing into her tight *.
The minute we step inside the room, I wrap one arm around Britt from behind, curling it around her waist. My other hand slides around her throat, fingers spanning ear to ear, holding her against my chest.
“You’re mine.” I punctuate my words with a hard thrust of my hips, digging my cock against her lower back.
Britt hisses before sucking in a sharp breath. She tries to roll her head back to rest it on my shoulder, but I tighten the grip on her throat, keeping her in place.
“Answer me,” I growl, nipping at her ear. “Tell me you’re mine.”
She whimpers, but refuses to answer. I keep her still, using the hand on her neck, while the other shoves her leggings down to her knees and my own shorts as well, releasing my aching cock. By walking forward, I maneuver Britt to the edge of the bed and push her down, holding her in place with a rough hand to the back of her neck. With one foot, I kick her feet apart as far as they will go with her leggings still around her ankles. The moan coming from her sparks fire in my aching balls.
“Tell me you’re mine, Britt.” I fish a condom out of my shorts and quickly roll it on. When the only noise out of her is a quiet keening, I bend my knees and thrust up into her, driving deep until my thighs rest against hers. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn tight. Tell me I’m the only one who can have you like this.” I lean over her body, pushing her T-shirt up so my sweaty chest can slide against her soft skin.
“Yesssss,” Brit lets out a long, wailing moan. I fist her hair, wrenching her head down into the bed so I can bite the soft flesh at the juncture of her neck. Beneath me, she writhes and screams out, “God yes, Keller. I’m yours!”
“Fuck yeah.” I straighten out so I can grab her hands. Britt’s groan is muffled by the pillow when I yank them behind her back. Both of her wrists pinned in one of my hands, I jerk them up to the point of strain on her shoulders. It’s easy to hold them in place at the uncomfortable angle while continuing to slam into her * over and over.
Fuck, the things she lets me do to her. My mind is spinning with all the ways to degrade, to ruin, to worship her body with mine.
Britt turns her head to the side so she can breathe. Her eyes are glazed over, her mouth parted. I want to bite and suck on those plump, wet lips, but refuse to release her arms to do so. She must want the same thing, because she begins to struggle to get out of my iron-clad grip. The resistance sends a jolt of ecstasy through my cock, pulling my balls tight.
“Oh fuck.” My head rolls back and my eyes close for a brief second, fighting the intense pleasure that threatens to spill over from having Britt at my complete and utter mercy. “Fight me, baby. Go ahead. You’ll make my fucking day.” She gasps and her body ripples around my dick, tightening, milking me right to the edge of release.
“Keller…” Her breathing is ragged. Britt’s * begins to clamp down and spasm.