The length of his glide seemed to increase with every pass, increasing the tension inside me, until I was certain I’d orgasm with the next rock of his hips. Yet it just kept feeling better. The coil of sexual release only wound tighter.
Holy hell, I could hear how wet I was, and my face heated with embarrassment. Was it normal to be this turned on? His dick was drenched in my arousal, and I was panting between his punishing kisses. He slid backward and readied to charge forward once more—
No.
His angle was too low, and the head of his hard dick was right at my entrance, pressing against my tight body.
I went rigid and once again panic filled my voice. “Luka.”
He held perfectly still. He didn’t advance, but he didn’t retreat either. His dark eyes stared down with so much intensity, it stole my breath. What was he thinking about, and why hadn’t he backed off? His expression slowly shifted into the seductive one from before.
“It’s okay,” he whispered. “You can still be a good girl.” The tip of his cock dug into me, forcing its way toward entry. “It doesn’t count if I’m barely inside you.”
I inhaled sharply with discomfort and surprise, my mouth falling open. He was big and hard, and my body naturally resisted, but he continued to press forward. It didn’t matter that I was trying to scoot backward—there was nowhere to go. My head hit the armrest of the couch, and his hand clamped down on my breast so tightly I couldn’t retreat further.
“Wait a minute,” I said, swallowing back the rising fear.
But he didn’t.
Luka inched his way along, until I could feel the tip of his cock pushing past my entrance. It hurt. The stretch was a sharp pain followed immediately by a deep, uncomfortable ache. My eyes were as wide as they’d ever been in my life. Holy God. There was someone else inside me.
He ceased his movement, but then he was kissing me again. I turned my head to the side, away from him, and struggled to get my breathing under control. Things were spinning so badly now I couldn’t focus on what I wanted to say. What I needed to say. Had I told him no?
“Stop,” I choked out.
“I did.” His voice was hypnotic when it was that close to my ear. His tongue traced a line down my neck and I shivered in response. “I’m hardly inside you, and fuck, you’re so tight.” He seized one of my hands with his and forced it down between our bodies. His fingers curled mine around his thick shaft that wasn’t inside me. “See?” He nipped gently on the spot where my neck met my shoulder. “You’re still okay, Addison.”
He guided my hand to stroke him and groaned in pleasure. Was what he said true? Was I still a virgin even though an inch of him was lodged inside my body? There was a lot of him that wasn’t buried between my legs.
His order was urgent and commanding. “Harder.”
I clenched my fist tighter around him. He was thick. I stroked from the base all the way until he disappeared inside me, and then back down again. He was firm and warm. Did I like this feeling or should I be upset that he’d taken over and done this without permission? The only thing I knew for certain was I shouldn’t have had the last shot of tequila. My inhibitions were too far gone. The dark voice in my head wanted to tell him to go further. Deeper. My head swung back to face him.
His expression was determination, but I didn’t get much of a look. He slammed his mouth over mine, claiming me in a quick, but forceful kiss.
“Always doing what I tell you,” he murmured against my lips. “So fucking perfect.”
I whimpered as his hips moved and Luka slipped a little deeper inside. I squirmed like I could melt into the couch and evade the uncomfortable intrusion.
His lips parted and he blew out a loud sigh. “You want me all the way inside you?”
“No,” I cried quickly.
“Then stop moving.” Shear concentration was etched on his face, like he was in an enormous battle and losing the fight. “You feel way too goddamn good.”
My thoughts splintered into two. It was empowering to hear he liked it, but logic screamed at me to stop this immediately. It had already gone too far. In my fantasies, yes, I had sex with him, but that was fantasy. It didn’t carry consequences or cause regret.
I closed my eyes and tried to center myself, but it was impossible. Luka’s teeth dragged over my breasts, followed by his hands, and I was on a merry-go-round spinning ninety miles an hour.
“Fuck,” he muttered. He pulled back just a fraction of an inch, then pushed forward. His shallow thrust hurt, and the ache flooded my lower body with heat. His breath filled my ear. “You can take a little more.”