But suddenly I’m running. Daring him to catch me.
There’s no confusion on his part this time, though. No chance to hide for me. He’s on me in an instant. I only make it to the grand foyer before he catches me and throws me down on the nearest couch.
He yanks at my pajama bottoms, pulling them off with my undies as a unit and tossing them over his shoulder.
His breaths are coming out in growling pants. Like a predator owed a meal. But he takes a moment to stare at the sex he’s stripped bare. I look too, and oh God…it’s already glistening with need.
That’s the last sight of myself I get to have before he falls on top of me. His lips recapture mine. His erection is a living, breathing animal between my legs, searching for my heat.
Then he thrusts upward, taking me in one hard punch. So rough, but I’m slippery with need. I stretch and moan around his invasion.
“You think I kicked you out because I got bored with you?” He pants against my mouth. “Just the opposite, baby. You scared the hell out of me that night….”
He down shifts, pressing my thighs open even wider. Sinking in even deeper.
“Do you know how many women I fucked to try to forget this? How hard I chased even an ounce of the pleasure I feel when I’m inside you like this?” he asks. “Do you have any idea how bad you wrecked me that night?”
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer that question. Just lifts up and spears me with his erection, powering into my sex, like it’s something he owns. Like it’s something he’s reclaiming.
He’s taking me raw…his back muscles ripple under my fingers, as he rides me like a beast god. And I can’t stay quiet. I start confessing as well. “I tried to chase it too. I was afraid too…afraid you ruined me for other guys.”
He lets out a harsh laugh. “You think I ruined you? Baby, you have no idea how bad I fought for control that night. I thought I had it all figured out when I let you get on top. But then you started scrubbing this wet cunt over my cock, and I couldn’t think about revenge. I couldn’t think about control. All I could do is try not to spray with my baby, Red, finally getting her turn on top. You said you’re not her. And you’re right. You’re worse. You’re worse. All you had to do was tell me what you wanted, and I couldn’t not give it to you.”
His words from our first morning at the cabin come back to haunt me. I can get you anything you need. Anything. All you have to do is ask.
“Griff!” I cry out brokenly. I’m not Red, but I revert back to the name I called him at the cabin. “Please, make me come. Ruin me again. Make me forget New Year’s Eve. Please…”
He pauses. His hips almost stuttering to a stop. But then he gathers me in his arms and buries his face in my neck.
He flexes in between my legs, pinning my hips down. Then he takes me hard. Promptly granting my request? Roughly reclaiming me? Completely dominating me? Mercilessly ruining me for any other?
All of the above.
No more explanations. No more dirty talk. The grand foyer fills with the sound of his body smacking wetly into mine, riding me for broke.
All I can do is hold on and whimper against his neck. A subway train is bearing down on me, but I’m rooted to the tracks. He pumps into me faster and faster, his thrusts becoming desperate and sloppy.
“Fuck, take this cock, Red. Forget everything that came before it. Take this baby I’m going to give you. Take it!” He cuts off with a loud grunt and punches up one last time.
And that subway train plows straight into me, exploding me into stars.
This transcendent orgasm. This soul-deep relief. It’s like nothing I’ve ever known. It doesn’t matter that it’s still morning time, I float in the night like wind and dreams.
But eventually…
Eventually, I have to come down. And when I do, I find myself wrapped around him like a koala. His hips are convulsing into mine as he releases into me. Spurt after spurt, until finally he collapses, heavy between my legs.
I lost control again. So did he. We both did. And I think we might have ruined the couch. There’s so much cum…his release has overflowed my sex.
Still, we lie there in the mess we made, breathing together, holding on to each other like tsunami survivors.
But then he rears up, forcing me to release him.
My stomach cramps as he rises to his feet above me. Is this the part where he tells me to get out again? Or maybe he’ll just leave, since this is a common space?