... and Forever (Next Generation: Chaos Bleeds 1)

“This isn’t what you wanted last night?” she asked, smiling.

“You think I didn’t want this? I did, but last night was all about you.”

“Are you feeling bad about leaving me?” She worked his length with her hand, going up and down. She watched him, seeing his eyes close.

“Yeah, I do. I didn’t want to leave.”

“But you did.”

“Not now, Tabby.”

She didn’t want to fight now. No, she wanted him to beg her. She covered his length with her mouth and using her hand, she worked the entire length of him, drawing him close to an orgasm but keeping him there.

“Please, Tabby, fuck, yeah, fuck.” He rocked his hips, trying to take control, but she wouldn’t let him.

She was the one with the control here, not him.

“Please, Tabby, please.” Only when he changed out his begs did she thrust him over the edge. She didn’t know what to expect, but as he filled her mouth, she swallowed him down. It was so natural to her. Tasting him.

Afterward, when he was finished, she climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom. Once she’d closed the door, she used the toilet, flushed, washed her hands, brushed her teeth, and ignored him as he followed her around.

She grabbed a pair of his sweats and a shirt, leaving him in the bedroom to go and make herself a cup of coffee.

He entered the kitchen, completely naked.

“What the fuck is this? Did I hurt you? Upset you?”

She wanted to throw the cup in her hand at him. Instead, she blew across the top and glared at him.

“I still hate you. You cannot use sex to control me.”

“We haven’t had sex. My dick hasn’t been inside you, Tabby. I’m not trying to control you.”

“And you never will.”

Simon advanced toward her. He took the coffee and threw it down the sink, putting the cup into the bowl.

She shoved him hard.

“If you need an excuse to want to be with me, that’s fine, but I will never hurt you, Tabby. I will never use anything to control you. I’ve never wanted to control you. I love how fucking fiery you are. I don’t need anything to get what I want. You give it to me, free of fucking charge.”

He lifted her and dropped her ass on the edge of the table. Tabby couldn’t explain it. She was so wet, so hot, so hungry for him.

None of it made any sense.

Just give in.

Take.

Use him.

She lifted up and pushed her sweatpants down her thighs. Gripping the back of his neck, she pulled him in close. His cock pressed against her pussy, but it wasn’t enough. Even as she hated him, she wanted him, and right now, she wanted his dick balls deep within her.

As she kissed his lips, he wrapped his fingers in her hair, tugging her back. He shoved the large shirt she’d picked up over her head. There wasn’t enough time to get it completely off her body.

He grabbed his cock with his other hand and teased the tip against her core.

She moaned, spreading her thighs, wanting him to fuck her.

Sinking her teeth into her bottom lip, she watched and waited for him to make the next move.

She’d given him all the permission. There were no words of refusal coming from her. The meddling bitch inside her head was surprisingly quiet. Clearly, they were all in agreement, she needed this.

Simon aligned the tip of his cock at her entrance and in one hard thrust, he filled her to the hilt.

They both cried out.

He was hard. A lot harder than she remembered. Part of her had been a little afraid she couldn’t have this. That the two memories of two entirely different experiences would mold into one and it would make for one of the worst moments of her life.

It didn’t invade.

All she felt was a deep sense of calm. A pulsing need of pleasure rushing through her body, consuming her.

Simon stayed perfectly still within her. They were both panting. He was so close. Cupping his face, she kissed him.

Deep down, they were still the same people. Their exteriors had hardened up a little, maybe more like a lot.

He kissed her back. His hands going to her hips, holding her in place, he started to rock gently within her. He took his time, letting her get used to the feel of his cock, and it felt fucking glorious.

It was everything she remembered him being and so much more.

In and out.

He fucked her.

The pace sped up, but she didn’t care. The pleasure was out of the world. It was more than she could stand.

One of his hands moved between them and he stroked over her clit, teasing the bud.

She cried out. His name once again fell from her lips as he brought her to the peak. He didn’t keep her waiting. She cried as he threw her over the edge, and he swallowed the sounds with his kisses.