Bait

Fuck.

I daren’t even think of the outside. I daren’t think of the view from the side street and the apartments opposite. I assure myself it’s dark in here, that they won’t be able to see me, but I still feel so fucking exposed.

“Beg for me like you fucking mean it,” he growls, and I do. I just fucking do it.

“PLEASE, LEO! PLEASE SUCK MY CLIT! PLEASE!”

He smirks. “Good girl.” He circles his thumb against me before he lowers his face. “You won’t come,” he tells me. “If you come before I say so, I’ll pound your asshole so hard you’ll bleed.”

My clit throbs like a horny little bitch as he sucks it between his lips.

The rush from shouting out loud makes me strangely uninhibited.

“I thought you were gone,” I whimper. “Please don’t go, Leo. I need this… I need this worse than I ever knew…”

He sucks harder. Curls his fingers deeper.

My face must be a grimace as I fight the urge to come.

His tongue darts and laps at me. I whimper as I resist my own pleasure.

And then he stops.

My pussy aches.

“One of these nights I really am gonna tie you to the bedposts,” he says. “I’m gonna tie you up so fucking tight you can’t even squirm, and then I’m gonna suck on that fucking clit until you scream the whole fucking building down.”

He shrugs his jacket off as I watch. He’s wearing short sleeves underneath.

Oh my God.

Fuck.

My heart pounds as I strain to see his tattoos in the meagre light. So many tattoos. More than I ever dreamed.

My fingers reach out of their own volition to flick the bedside lamp on. He blinks against the light.

“You really do want the fucking street to see you, then?” he asks, but I don’t care. The window is big and the curtains are open wide and my own naked body greets me boldly in the reflection, but I don’t give a shit.

“I want to see you,” I tell him, and I’m reaching out, tracing the lines on his forearm.

He’s strikes like a snake as he forces me back down onto the mattress.

“I don’t care what you want,” he grunts. “You’ll see whatever I want you to see. Feel whatever I want you to feel. Do whatever I want you to do.” His fingers clamp around my throat. “I’m gonna take your asshole, and it’s gonna fucking hurt.” He pauses. “The light will stay on because I want to see you.”

I take a breath as he lets go of me. I don’t move an inch as he loosens his jeans.

There’s a whole other layer of harshness in his tone when he speaks again. “You’ll see as much as I want you to see and nothing more.”

I don’t protest as he lifts my legs up high and hooks them over his shoulders. I don’t try to hide the fear as his cock thumps hard against my pussy. My head is as high as I can lift it, my eyes greedy for the sight of his cock in decent lighting, and it’s every bit as terrifying as it looked on that photograph.

“Make me nice and fucking wet,” he grunts, and forces the head inside.

I hold my breath as the first ridge pushes in. I breathe it out at the second. I whimper at the third. Screw my eyes shut at the forth.

“Good girl,” he says. “Fucking take it.”

Five and six make me groan like a slut. My cheeks scorch at the sounds my pussy makes around his dick.

He comes to rest with his mouth just an inch from mine, his eyes open wide as he fucks me deep and slow.

“Harder,” I hiss, even though I’m fucking crazy.

I cry out as he slams in, feeling so fucking small underneath him. The ridges are painfully fucking perfect at this angle. I’m grunting for more even as it hurts.

“You’d better pray to God I find some lube in your bedside cabinet,” he says, and my embarrassment blooms.

Lube, sure… and a monster dildo…

Oh fuck.

“We’ll both be a bloody fucking mess without lube, Abigail. You won’t be able to walk for a fucking week,” he threatens. I point at the cabinet and he smiles. “Sensible girl.”

He reaches to the side of us and tugs open the top drawer. I close my eyes as he roots in there. I don’t want to see his face as he finds my secret preparation weapon. I hear it thump against the side as he takes it out.

“Or maybe not such a mess…” he whispers. “Maybe you can already take it, however it comes.” He pulls out of my pussy in one and every ridge feels like I’m burning in heaven. “Shall I find out? Is your asshole a good liar, Abigail? It was like a vice in the pub garden…”

I’m struggling against him even as he slides his cock towards my asshole. “No,” I say. “That thing… it’s never been in my ass… I can barely take it at all in my pussy… I’ve never even tried it back there…”