Kicking Reality

He thrusts forward, catching me off guard and making me moan.

“When I’m fucking you, it’s just you and me.” He commands that of me, his tone rigid, posture straight demanding I listen to him.

“It’s just you and me,” I repeat, above a whisper. “But who else would it be? I’m not into threesomes Logan.”

His body falls onto mine, lips touching as he kisses me deeply. Moaning into his mouth, I place my hands on his back, scratching from top to bottom as he lays still again.

I had never been slow-fucked before. Not realizing how intense everything could be in slow motion.

Lifting his head, he drops it again into the crook of my neck, tasting the sweat off my skin. The tip of his tongue dances against my skin until he has found my lobe, biting on it while using his hand to fondle my breast.

“I don’t care what you do outside of this room. I don’t care who you’re with, engaged to, or claim not to sleep with. I care about only this, Emerson. All your focus is on me. Do you understand me?”

I nod, incoherently, wanting to tell him that his demands turned me on.

I yank his face away from my ear, holding his head in front of me so he understood that I felt the same way.

“Logan, this stays between us. Whatever happens in this room stays between us.”

He lowers his head, biting my lip and attempting to speak through strangled breaths.

“You make me crazy. You make me think that nothing else in the world matters. Not soccer . . . nothing. I hate you for it.”

Unable to hide the smile that appears, he pulls back watching me in amusement.

“I hate you for everything you’ve done to me since we were kids. I want nothing more than to fuck you hard right now that you’re left with this moment torturing you for the rest of your life.”

“Quite a challenge, Chase.” His mouth widens with a grin, eyes watching the movements of my lips.

“Try me.”

He pulls his body up, keeping his hand beneath my chin. Using only his hips, he thrusts himself hard, slamming his body against mine. My head tilts back, neck exposed as he does it again. I quietly beg for him to go harder, the slow, excruciating pace teasing me beyond my means and all that needed to happen is one more thrust and I was all his.

“I don’t play nice, or fair. I hate you as much as you hate me. And for everything you’ve done to me that has caused me pain—this is payback, baby.”

Lifting my right leg above his shoulder, he spreads me wider, exposing my clit and without any further warning, he lurches forward, slamming his cock in so deep it causes a ripple effect. My nipples stand on edge as the orgasmic sensations flood my entire body causing me to moan loudly until my throat runs dry.

Lost in this moment, barely able to open my eyes, I didn’t notice that he had collapsed on top of me, panting heavily with our bodies drenched in sweat. His weight is heavy, but I don’t want to say anything and luckily don’t have to as he pulls himself out and lays beside me on his back.

We say nothing for a long time, until the room no longer echoes of our heavy breathing and falls completely silent.

“What time does your flight leave?”

“Just after noon.”

“Logan, I’m on birth control.”

He places his hands on his face, moaning underneath his palms. “Fuck, I don’t know why I didn’t ask.”

I laugh, coughing instantly. “Because you weren’t thinking straight.”

“No I wasn’t,” he answers seriously, keeping his expression straight. “Now what?”

“You go to England, I stay here.”

“Right.”

I feel exposed having this conversation in the nude. My tank sits beside me. Pulling it to me, I place it on my chest to feel less exposed.