In Silence She Screams (Midnight Mayhem 3)

He moves up my body, grabbing my wrists and pulling them over my head. Holding me by my thigh while keeping my arms restrained, he tugs my leg over his hip and sinks inside of me slowly.

I reach behind his neck to get a firm grip when his hips buck into mine, hitting something deep inside that has been touched, but never fucked. Explosions fire off inside of me as stars burn behind my eyes. When I lean up to kiss him, he hesitates, his eyes locking on mine as he inches forward and sucks my lip into his mouth between his teeth. Not exactly a kiss, but I’m so high on what he’s feeding me that I’m willing to keep taking it until it kills me, like a gluttonous bitch. Sweat slaps between our bodies when he draws out, flipping me onto my stomach.

“Kyrin…” I groan, biting down on my lower lip to stifle the display of my pleasure. “I need you.”

“Need me, or want me?” he teases while running the palm of his hand over the curve of my back before landing on top of my ass.

“Does it matter which?” I demand breathlessly.

He slaps my ass so hard I let out a small scream, more out of shock than pain… that’s what I’ll keep telling myself anyway.

“Bend over for me. I know you’re confident with this little body. Give me a show.”

I’m well aware that he hasn’t released yet, and at the back of my mind I wonder if I have maybe bitten off more than I can chew, but when I prop onto my elbows until they’re sinking into the clean sheets on his bed, that scent of his custom smell that’s left behind, I know I haven’t. “DEVILISH” by Chase Atlantic is playing through his speakers as I bend over, flipping my hair over my shoulder and looking back at Kyrin from behind. I know in this very moment that the way he’s looking at me right now will be burned into my skull until the day I die. His eyes are like heat seekers attached to torpedoes, and they have a direct line for me. He’s staring at me like he’s been hunting in starvation all of this life and I’m the main feast. I reach behind myself and slide my finger between my wet folds, circling the entrance of my pussy before raising it to my mouth and sucking my orgasm off.

He stands from the bed and picks me up from the backs of my thighs as though I weigh nothing, stepping me backward until I’m slamming against the wall so hard the art picture that was hanging crashes to the ground. “Wicked Games” is playing now from The Weeknd, and I swear it’s louder. Kyrin dips his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth, leaving one hand beneath my ass while the other holds me from my back. He slowly directs himself beneath me and I swallow him whole, clenching around his thickness. He bites on my nipple before coming back up to my face, holding me by my throat as he pounds into me relentless enough to leave bruising on my back. My legs tighten around his waist when another orgasm zaps through my muscles, leaving an earthquake rattling deep inside the marrow of my bones long since it’ll depart. I’m still moaning his name when he pulls out of me.

“Knees,” he growls, and I fall to my knees in front of him as he slowly pumps himself in his fist.

Running my tongue over one of his balls, I suck it into my mouth, flicking around the curves of his smooth skin.

“Fuck.” He fists my hair and directs me over the tip of his cock. As I twist my tongue with the metal of his piercing, his breathing thickens as the thrusting becomes more aggressive. He groans lazily before pushing me away, squirting hot liquid over my breasts. I run my fingers through his cum as I stand to my feet, reaching for his pack of smokes that are on the bedside table. I take one out and place it between my lips, my eyes still on him. I light the end and inhale, blowing out gently.

I bring that same finger I ran through his cum and put it into my mouth, sucking him off.

He nudges his head up and down my body. “You do realize you’re not leaving this room for the rest of the trip…”

I smile around my smoke, taking that as a cue that I can touch him whenever I want, at least for the remainder of this trip. I like touching him. A distance resides behind his eyes that no one can discover, but that only adds to his intrigue.

I straddle his lap, bringing the end of the cigarette to his mouth while watching as his lips wrap around the orange and his cheeks sink in when he inhales. He blows a smoke ring into my face, only the ring spreads as it gets closer.