Chapter Twenty-One
Matt
Seeing her, feeling her come on my dick is one of the sweetest things in the world. I’m fucking lost in the moment, in the dreamy expression on her face as she comes down slowly, her tight pussy still milking my cock, her legs wrapped around me, trembling.
Fucking hell, she’s beautiful.
A memory tries to distract me, choke me up—but I’m riding a razor-sharp edge between pain and pleasure, my body taut and clenched tight, about to explode.
That’s how I feel, that’s how my dick feels. Explosive. Contained in a cage for too long, kept in a dark cell, and now…
Now I’m about to fucking come and fuck knows how I’ll survive it.
She moans again, pulling my thoughts away from the waiting pit of writhing blackness, and my body’s back in the game. No need for conscious thought. My hips are pistoning, my ass clenching, my dick thrusting in her sweet heat, and I lose myself once more in the sensation.
In the illusion.
Setting her down on the counter, I lift her legs higher, curl them around my waist as I pound into her harder. Every muscle in my body is locked tight, all the tension of the past hours catching up with me, demanding release.
She’s holding on to my shoulders, dark hair spilling around her face like a cloud.
Her head falls back, my thrusting lifting her off the counter, and she’s spread out underneath me like a dream, tits heaving, mouth open. A dream come true in the faint light coming through the door, so damn sexy, giving herself up to me, her pussy gripping me so tight.
So fucking tight, oh fuck…
Dimly I’m aware that I don’t want to come yet, don’t want this to end, this moment of pure, mindless need and pleasure that’s suspended in time.
Her thighs clench around my waist, her pussy pulses around me. She’s about to come again, and the realization sends another rush of heat into my dick. Holy fuck, I can’t hold back much longer.
But I want her coming with me.
Releasing her leg, I reach blindly between us, finding her clit and pressing. She tenses, her grip on my cock tight like a vise, her breath coming in stuttered little puffs.
I rub her clit and thrust deeper, faster, giving it to her hard and she starts to come. I feel it in the shudder going through her body, hear it in her low cry. It echoes through me, that shock of pleasure, and my control snaps. I’m rutting like an animal, grunting and growling.
Giving up all pretense at being civilized, at trying to find my way back to the world. Giving in. I’m gone, slumped over her, my dick spasming, spilling into the condom, into her heat.
My hands slam on the counter, to avoid crushing her. My heart is hammering its way out of my chest. My teeth are still gritting with the violence of my release, my muscles twitching, still unsure if to relax or cramp again.
“Tay…” She’s soft and warm underneath me, her legs trembling around my waist, her scent musky and sweet, wrapping me up like a hug.
So tempting to take it, relax into it, fucking let go for a moment.
“Matt, can you…?” She pushes at me.
Fuck, am I crushing her? Gripping the condom at the base of my dick, I carefully pull out as her legs begin to slide off my hips.
Letting go of my dick, I grab her legs to stop her from falling down to the floor and settle her on the counter. I turn toward the living room door to remove the condom and throw it into the trash.
And that’s when I see it.
Blood on the condom.
Not much, but still. It takes me a long moment to process the meaning of his, and when it does, I spin back toward her.
For fuck’s sake. “Tell me this wasn’t your first goddamn time?”
She says nothing, turning her face away, her cheeks red.