“They hurt, yeah. But I like a bit of pain.” My hands went lower, clutching the top button of my jeans. “I don't think you want to hear about my tattoos. I can tell you'd rather my cock was buried inside you right now.”
She hadn't blinked in far too long. When I pulled my zipper down, I watched goosebumps creep over her pale skin. Kicking my pants away, I sat back on her. The way she gawked, I had a feeling she'd just realized how big my cock actually was. It was pushing against my briefs, the material stretching to try and hold it back.
“It'll go in easier if I eat you out,” I whispered.
Her stare flicked up to my face. “You're not the only one who can handle a bit of pain.”
“You've got some attitude, huh? Bit of fire on that tongue?” Laughing softly, I reached down and lifted her hand. Before she reacted, I pressed it against the shape of my erection. Both of us shuddered, her touch making my cock flex under my briefs.
I pulled away, but her hand remained. Gingerly, she stroked me, one finger gliding up under the head of my cock. My eyes closed, rolling in my head. Fuck, that feels amazing.
Gripping the elastic band, she pulled my underwear down. My prick bounced into the air, the tip shiny, reddish and engorged. Like I said, it had been far too long since my last fuck—I was eager.
Squeezing around the base of my cock, I guided it towards her. Her hand came up, pressing against my chest. I was expecting her face to be flush with passion, but even through the alcohol, she was nervous. I said, “It'll be fine, I'll fit, trust me.”
Her eyebrows crunched together. “It's not that. Do you have a condom?”
Leaning across her body, I yanked one from my nightstand. The whole sheet of them spilled out, lying on my floor like discarded police tape. Nix blinked at them, but she wasn't distracted for long.
Rolling the latex down my thick length, I winked at her. “Better?”
She licked her lips, nodding. “Yeah.”
“Ready to go for a ride?”
Her lashes covered her eyes like a sultry canopy. The edge of her smile went higher. “Yeah.”
Rubbing my chest over her bra, I reached under her; the hooks snapped free. With nothing between us now, I caressed her firm nipples with my inked chest. We were smothered together, friction that begged to become real fire.
Her arms circled me, thighs forcing the tip of my cock against her *. The sensation blinded me, showing me colors that shouldn't exist. Too much whiskey, I reminded myself.
The hunger in my belly burned. My prick couldn't have been harder, it was ready to shred the condom into useless bits. She puffed out a heavy breath, the noise vibrating over her tongue.
“Excited?” I teased, rubbing the fat cock-head against her wetness.
“Yeah,” she whispered.
“Is that all you can say?” Smirking like a half-moon, I pushed harder—spreading her a mere inch. Her warmth was intense, it took everything I had not to ram balls-deep. “Tell me you want it. I want to hear you screaming my name.”
Nix went pinker than ever, avoiding my stare. “I... forgot your name.”
I started to laugh, but the motion forced my cock deeper. Groaning, I bit my tongue and grinned. Sweat slid between my shoulder blades from my willpower.
“Naughty girl, I wait until the next day at least to forget someone's name.” What was the point in storing that information? “It's Abell.” Thrusting fiercely, I listened to her cry out—and I joined her. “Say it, say my name or I'll stop right here.”
It was a lie.
There was no way I'd stop fucking that perfect *.
Nix whined, her muscles convulsing under me as the sensation of my cock stuffing her finally reached her brain. “Abell!” she hissed, eyes wide, seeing nothing. “Abell, it's Abell! Now just fuck me, please, just...”
Kissing her throat, I moved up, nipping her earlobe. Then I offered her the darkest, most private of whispers. “I love how you sound when you beg for it.”
Arching my spine, I slid out so only the tip was inside her hugging warmth. Without missing a beat, I slammed forward, the wet sound of our contact echoing through my apartment.
She squealed, crushing my cock with the most greedy * I'd ever met. Her pace was faster than I expected; her body reaching for me, closing the distance again and again.
Nix thrust along my shaft with so much desperation, I had to adjust to her speed. “When was the last time you got laid?” I asked breathlessly. “A hundred damn years ago?”
Ignoring me, she cut into my back with her nails. Her panting scorched my ear. Nix clutched me, demanding my cock—making it clear she was used to getting her way.
Heat bloomed in my chest, then slid down into my belly. Tension flooded my muscles, the tingles taking hold. I knew I was going to finish soon, but I wanted her to cum first. I always made my partner cum before me.
It was one of my few generosities.