Out of Nowhere (Middle of Somewhere 2)

“You’re fucking mine. Do you hear me?”

I cry out as I feel his dick swell inside me at his words. I nod frantically, not even sure what I’m agreeing to.

“Your body,” he says, rocking against me, his weight pressing him deeper inside me. “Your sweet fucking heart.” He rests his palm against my chest and I feel my eyes fill with tears.

His face softens and he starts to let go of my wrists to wipe at my tears. But that’s the last thing I want. I want to be tucked safely inside the cage of his body, his flesh and taste and scent and the sound of his voice filling every opening.

“Don’t let go!”

He squeezes my wrists. “I won’t.” He leans down, and when his mouth is almost touching mine, he says, “You like this? Us close like this? Me in charge of your body?”

I nod quickly. That’s exactly it. He’s in charge of every inch of me like this.

“Because I fucking love it.” Then he starts thrusting hard and my eyes roll back in my head.

“Look at me,” Rafe says.

I look back at him, and he brings his hand up to my throat.

“I won’t hurt you,” he says, sounding more sure of himself this time. “Tap my shoulder and I’ll stop.”

With each thrust, he tightens his hand on my throat a little more. I can still breathe through my nose, but it’s hard. Pleasure pulses inside me as he thrusts, and as he presses harder and harder on my throat, my dick starts to throb harder.

Then he takes his hand away, and I gasp in a breath and groan my disappointment. He kisses me passionately.

“Okay?”

I nod, but he looks down at my throat and frowns, then drops a kiss there. This time, he brings his hand up and covers my nose and mouth.

“I don’t want to leave a bruise,” he mutters, kissing my throat again, and I smile against his palm. Lick it. Then he presses his hand tight and starts to move again. The pleasure boils through my groin and stomach and everything in me strains to take a breath. As I try and fail, a new feeling starts in my dick—a buzzing, tingling pleasure, as if someone’s stroking me or licking me with a rough tongue.

Then Rafe moves his hand and I drag in a deep breath, the buzzing receding. I cry out in frustration and Rafe bites his lip.

“So hot—feeling you squirm against me while I’m inside you, fucking you with my cock and my hands and my mouth. I can’t wait to feel you come. Can’t wait to feel you lose it, squeezing me with that tight little ass as you lose yourself. Fuuuck.” He rotates his hips and I clench around him. “Yeah, just like that.”

It happens faster this time. He cuts off my air and I sink into it, the buzzing sensation creeping from my balls to my dick. When Rafe hits my prostate, fireworks shoot through me and his hand muffles my groans. Then something shifts inside me. I try to take a breath but can’t, and instead of fear, what I feel is elation. Instead of air, all I take in is Rafe. The tingling intensifies and my vision goes a little swimmy and then I’m coming, a huge, wracking orgasm that swallows me up in blackness.

My dick is pulsing with pleasure and my stomach and chest are heaving and my ass is spasming around Rafe’s dick. I’m gasping in air and Rafe is moaning into my neck, and then he’s coming so hard I can feel it, and he crushes me to him, the sensation of his body all around me a rush all its own.

My heartbeat slams in my temples. My skin feels exquisitely, almost painfully sensitive, and I’m shivering, but I just want to hang on to the feeling of being completely flayed in Rafe’s arms for one more minute.

I open my eyes to find him looking at me, holding my face in his hands. I nod and there’s relief in his trembling lips when we kiss.

As he pulls out, I groan at how sore I am. Not just my ass and my legs, but my arms and my stomach and even my mouth. I didn’t notice any of it when Rafe was holding me, but now I feel… wrung the fuck out. I wince as I straighten out, irritated that something that could feel so amazingly, transcendentally good one minute can leave me feeling like shit the next.

Rafe lies down next to me and reaches out to help me, but I bat his hand away, grumbling.

He looks a little guilty but also a little pleased with himself, so I slug him in the shoulder.

“Ouch,” I say, and he lets out a relieved laugh, wrapping his arms around me and sliding a leg between mine.