Irrational fear bubbled inside me that we’d be stuck forever like this, connected, him lodged inside me. I rocked my hips forward, all the way until only the tip of him was still inside, then pushed back down on his cock.
My vision blurred from the pleasure. He was so deep and hard, and lust demanded I do it again. This time, I moved faster, undulating on him, and I no longer cared about stifling back my moans.
It felt too good to think about anything else.
His hand on my hip clenched down hard enough it became uncomfortable. He wanted me to stop, or at least slow down, but I was enjoying the experience too much. It wasn’t just how amazing it felt physically, but that I was in charge. It was empowering, and I loved using him like—
My hair was no longer taut in his grip, and the sudden smack of his palm against my ass jolted me from my stupor. This spanking hadn’t hurt. All it’d done was get my attention and force me to pause.
His tone was shockingly dark. “You’ll get your turn to fuck me, but right now . . . I get to fuck you.”
My mouth dropped open, and an inferno of anger swelled at what he implied. Maybe I should have been grateful for the reminder he hated me, because for a second there, I’d forgotten how much I disliked him.
He mistook my silence for agreement. Both of his hands gripped my waist, and then he made good on his threat. He drove into me, quickly building to a punishing rhythm that had our bodies slapping together.
I had to brace my hands against the wall to keep from banging into it, but dear God. The way he thrust his hips, pistoning his dick inside me, made my eyes want to roll back in my head. All my nerve endings were on fire, tingling with pleasure.
“Madison,” came Nina’s voice, “put your hair over your right shoulder and look left so we can see your face.”
I lifted a hand off the wall for a microsecond, flinging my hair over my shoulder and turned my head the opposite way. I had no idea what expression was on my face. Desire? Satisfaction?
The trembling was back. It snaked up my legs, trying to pull me down and making it hard to stand with the violent way Colin beat his hips against my ass. But somehow, I managed to stay on my feet. He always had one hand on my waist to keep us steady during his blistering tempo, but his other hand wandered. It glided up over my spine, around to my front, cupping one of my breasts that swung from the rhythmic force of what we were doing.
His pinch on my nipple was white-hot and poured more bliss into me. Blood roared in my ears, drowning out the sound of my moans and cries of pleasure. He’d found the perfect angle, hitting exactly the right spot to make me climb toward orgasm.
Panic washed through me.
I’d never come from penetration alone, and I did not want him to claim that victory. He didn’t deserve it, or ownership of my orgasm. My eyes closed and eyebrows pulled together in concentration as I attempted to hold back the rush he was building me toward.
Don’t do it. Don’t let him win.
I knew it was a losing battle, but I fought anyway. My breast had only been a stop along his hand’s journey, and he continued up until he could wrap that hand loosely around my throat and urge me back into him. The flat of his chest, sticky with sweat, pressed against my shoulder blades.
The exertion was taking its toll on him. His labored breath was punctuated with groans of enjoyment, and I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest. He wanted me to come, and perhaps he was confused about why it hadn’t happened yet.
Outlasting him wasn’t a reality. I had to come up with some other plan.
So, even though I couldn’t really afford to take a hand off the wall, because I was using both for support, I did it anyway. As his hot breath filled my ear, I reached down, put my fingertips right above where we were joined, and began to rub.
Touching myself bumped my trembling up another notch, but it was so fucking worth it because it felt amazing. I rubbed my clit faster, matching the pace of his body plunging into mine, and the orgasm that had drawn close was suddenly right on top of me.
Just a few more seconds, and I’d be the one to bring myself to orgasm, not him. At most, he could claim an assist.
Except Colin’s hand fell away from my throat and dropped down to the hand I used to touch myself. His fingers wrapped around mine, shoved my hand away, and then he resumed what I’d been doing.