Riot

“I fooled around with a boy back before—” She bites her lip, and shit, she doesn’t want to remember, not now, and I’m forcing her to.

So I c

lose my mouth over hers, thrust my tongue inside and kiss her like my life depends on it. Maybe it does. I roll my hips, and my cock breaches her, a slow, mind-blowing entry. She’s so fucking tight, and God, I don’t wanna hurt her.

This has to be good for her. The best. I want tonight to erase her past, her pain. Replace it with pleasure.

I break the kiss to kiss her neck, then prop myself on one hand and reach between us. Find her clit. Circle it. Tease it, make her moan.

“Let it happen,” I whisper, lightly biting her earlobe, my thumb pressing on her clit. “Let me in, Pax.”

Her opening spasms, flutters around the head of my cock, and it’s my turn to moan. Pressing my forehead to her neck, inhaling her scent, I push into her, inch by inch. Friction, pressure, heat. Oh fuck, this will be my undoing.

I still, trying to gather the shreds of my self-control.

This isn’t about you, Riot. You’re not allowed to come. Not until she comes. Not until she says you may.

“Riot?” she breathes, and my gaze snaps up to her face.

“You okay?”

“Just…” Her hips tilt up and I grunt, fighting the rush of pleasure before it drags me under. “Move?”

Move.

Oh, yeah. Watching her face like a hawk for any sign of pain, I pull out an inch or two, then slide back inside.

Fuck. My breath comes out in a shudder. Can’t remember the last time it felt so good. My hips roll without conscious thought and I have to struggle to still them again.

Need to check. See her face. I plant both hands on the couch, on either side of her, and do a little push up that has us both gasping. Lightning pleasure shoots up my dick at the change of angle, and it’s all I can do not to come on the spot.

“Pax. Okay?”

Her face is scrunched up, and at first I’m not sure if it’s pain or fear or something else, but she tightens her hold around my neck and pulls me down to her.

“So good,” she whispers and brings our mouths together in a long kiss. “More.”

Yeah, baby. I move faster, in and out of her warm hold, her pussy clenching around me like a fist, and I shake with pleasure.

“Oh God, Riot.” She writhes, her body arching into mine, one leg hooking over my hip. “Like this.”

Shit. How am I ever gonna stop myself from coming now?

Shivers ripple through me. My muscles tense, my stomach is one hard ball of need, and I keep moving, drinking in the tiny sounds she makes, taking in her naked body, sprawled like dessert underneath me.

Need her to come. Before I do. Before I tumble headfirst into something that will shatter me completely.

I lift her other leg over my hip, deepening my thrusts, and I reach again between us, touching her clit, and lower, where our bodies are joined.

Wet. Hot. Slick.

She cries out my name and clamps down on my dick like a vise. She starts coming, long shudders moving over my hard cock, and fuck, holding back hurts like a bitch. Sounds spill from my throat, moans and grunts, and her name, choked out and mangled. My jaw is clenched so hard it aches.

I bend over her, panting, slowing down. “Pax...I need to come.”

No reply. She’s still rippling around me, her nipples hard points pressed to my chest. She feels so fucking good it’s insane, and thinking about it isn’t helping. I try to keep still, but she’s still moving, shifting, milking my cock.

Shitshitshit.