Summer His palm connects with my pussy, and I explode. Moisture pools between my legs. The trembling swe eps up my calves, my thighs, zings up my spine and shatters behind my eyes. My hands shake, my legs give way. I lurch forward and come to a stop. Wha—? His hands grip my waist, the width of his palms span me end to end. The warmth from the connection sinks into my blood, rolls toward its inevitable destination—my melting center. "Sinclair—" "Sin." "Eh?" "Call me Sin." "Goddam you." I bite down on my lower lip, "Why don’t you fuck me and be done with it?" "Ask for it." "No." He palms my throbbing arse and sensations coil in my core. He drags the head of his cock between my melting lower lips and I moan. The thick length of him hints at how good it would be if I gave in to him. The emptiness inside of me claws, de epens. So hollow. So incomplete. I dig my fingers into the bedspread. No way am I giving him what he wants. "So stubborn." I sense him move. The heat of him envelops my back, sidles down the dip between my sensitized thighs. My throat closes. "So responsive." He nuzzles the skin at the point where my shoulder meets my neck, and my sex clenches. Goosebumps flare on my skin; my breath catches. He moves my hair aside, presses little kisses to the nape of my neck. I shiver. He sucks on the skin right there where I am the most sensitive and I moan. He massages my hip, his blunt fingers long enough to graze the edge of my sensitive slit. The rough hair on his groin grazes my tingling backside and pinpricks of pain radiate out from his touch. A whine spills from my lips. Is that me? Why do I sound so needy? Why is my body betraying everything that I am trying to communicate to him? "So beautiful." He nibbles a path down the length of my spine and my heart begins to thud. Blood engorges my clit, my nipples pebble with such intensity that they hurt. I bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself from asking him to take me, to put an end to this craziness, whatever it is that stretches, connects me to him. My mind to his. My heart to the essence of his being that is surely the darkest, blackest soul to ever exist. So why am I aching for him? He drags his chin down the length of my spine and goosebumps flare on my skin. "Ask me to fuck you." I shake my head. "Please."
I shudder. My heart clenches. Something inside of me snaps. Oh, hell, I am so going to regret this. I draw in a breath, "Fuck me, Sin." His entire body seems to freeze. Tension radiates off of him. The heat from his body intensifies, until I am sure I am melting inside and out. Sweat beads my forehead, my nerve endings pop, crackle, waiting, waiting. His breath teases the shell of my ear, "Thank you, Bird." My throat closes. I sense him draw back, his hands grip my hips, then he plows into me. I scream. Pain slices through me and I try to pull away. "The bloody fuck—?" His grip tightens. "You lied to me?" "Nothing you didn’t do first. I was returning the favor." His fingertips dig into my side, "You were using me?" "As were you." "You wanted me to feel guilty about taking your virginity?" "Do you?" I glance at him and wince. His face is all hard planes and shadows. His cheekbones stand out so sharply that I could cut my skin on them. "No." He sets his jaws with a snap, and I can literally hear the sound of his molars grinding. "You want to know how it makes me feel, Bird?" A vein throbs at his temple. "Answer me." "H... how?" A bead of sweat slides down his temple; a muscle jumps at his jaw line. The white lines that crease his mouth reveal how close he is to losing control. The force of his dominance leaps off of him, and crashes down on my shoulders. It pins me down. I stare unable to move. Unable to glance away. His hand slides down my belly and grazes my clit. Sensations of heat spiral from his touch. He leans his upper body closer, until the hard planes of his chest seem to envelop me from all sides. I gulp; my toes curl. What’s he going to do next? He drops his head and licks my lips, "It makes me want to fuck the defiance out of you, so you’ll never lie to me again." My throat closes. A ball of emotion fills my chest. All of my brain cells seem to ignite together. How can he sound so harsh, so uncompromising, yet so filthy at the same time? And why the hell do I find it so arousing? My pussy spasms and he groans. "You like the thought of that, eh?" Yes.
Yes. I shake my head. "Still lying, hmm?" He tilts his hips, and his dick twitches. "Time you learned not to lie." He pinches my clit. More wetness pools between my legs. A moan bleeds from my lips. His shoulders bulge, his bic eps seem to grow larger. "Those tiny sounds you make fucking turn me on, you know that?" His eyelids half close, until only a sliver of indigo shines from between them. I shiver. His features close, his gaze intensifies. "I don’t want to hurt you." I swallow. "Though I am beginning to think you like it when I do." I bite the inside of my cheek, to stop myself from agreeing. He pulls out of me and the pain recedes; he stays poised at the entrance to my lower lips. His fingers strum my clit. I shiver. He releases my hip to bring his other hand up to cup my breast. His palm is so big, it dwarfs my flesh. My nipples grow turgid. He tugs at the sensitive peaks, and I shudder. Throw my head back, arching my neck. He drags his chin down the delicate column. My scalp tingles, my toes curl. "I am going to fuck you now." I swallow. He strums the swollen lips of my pussy and a trembling starts from de ep inside. He releases his hold on my breasts, only to wrap his fingers around my throat. Panic bubbles up from somewhere de ep inside and my skin stretches until it feels too tight. He presses his thumb to the pulse at the hollow of my neck. "Shh." His warm breath lifts the hair at my temples. "Let me do this right for you, Bird." I shiver. "Focus on my touch, my heat, my voice; forget everything else. Follow my lead. Can you do that, hmm?" I nod. "Good girl." His warmth cocoons me, his thighs cradle mine, his fingers play with my pussy. He nudges my wet entrance with his dick, "Do you trust me?" No. No. I nod. His chest expands behind me and his muscles seem to go solid. "Hold onto me." His shaft nudges my wet entrance; his grip on my neck tightens. He thrusts forward and his dick fills me. I gasp; my thighs clench. Tendrils of heat coil de ep inside, as the pressure at the base of my spine grows. He stays there, and I draw in a breath. His cock pulses inside of me and a moan wells up. "You okay?"
"Y... yes." His muscles tense; his arms vibrate with the stress of holding up his body weight. He pulls back, then pumps his hips forward. Pain slices through me, the pleasure welling up on its heels. The vibrations slam against the fingers that stroke my throat and I can sense every single s eparate intonation. "Shh, let me make this good for you." His lips touch my nape. Pinpricks of heat radiate out from the contact. He draws my hair aside, nibbles on the skin at the juncture of where my neck meets my shoulder. I shiver. He licks his way down the curve of my arm, then bites down. My sex clenches; moisture pools between my legs. A groan rumbles up his chest. "You're killing me." He buries his nose against my skin, "And you smell so fucking good." A pressure begins to build between my legs... "I can't hold back, Bird. I have to move." I jerk my chin, bite down on my lower lip. "Please." The word spills from my lips. "Thank fuck." He tilts his hips and thrusts, sliding into me again. Too much, too full. Pain thrums up my spine. I huff, curve my spine. "Shh." He kisses the side of my neck, then fastens his teeth on my earlobe. He tugs and a melting sensation unfurls somewhere de ep inside. "Oh." I tilt my head, giving him access and he obliges. He strokes his tongue over my earlobe, then eases it inside the hollow of my ear. I shiver; goosebumps flare on my skin. What the hell? How had I not known that it could be so erotic to have him nibble on my ear lobe, suck on it, as he grips my hips, propels forward and buries himself inside me? "Sin. Please." I squeeze my eyes, throw my head back. His grasp on my hip holds me in place. He cups my breast, pinches the nipple. Jesus. Flashes of heat go off behind my eyes. I am flying, floating... somewhere in that space between pleasure and pain. He releases my breasts, and I groan. He slides his hand down to cup my pussy, strum my lower lips, pinch my clit, and I cry out. The pressure intensifies, grows, radiates out to my extremities. My feet dig into the mattress, my fingers clench, and every pore in my skin seems to open. He slams into me again with enough force that my entire body bucks. His lips brush my ear. "Come." And I shatter. The sensations swe ep up my chest; my heart pounds against my ribcage with such force that I am sure it's going to jump out. He loosens the grip on my throat and the climax engulfs me. The blood drums against my temples. Sparks of red and white fill my vision. Then, that too, fades away. Darkness pulls me under.
Something cold slides between my legs, and my eyelids flutter. I glance down to find that I am on my back, legs spread wide. A dark hand wipes a pristine white towel down my throbbing center. I wince. "Shh! Let me take care of you." He dabs the cold towel on either side of my thighs. The coolness permeates my skin, and the burning eases, somewhat. "Better?" I nod. He straightens, walks into the adjoining bath. The door is open, and light pours out. I hear the sound of a cabinet being opened and closed. Then he walks out again. The bed dips as he places a knee between my legs. He squeezes out something from a tube. "What’s that?" He spreads it out onto my thighs. A cold sensation sinks into my blood and all remaining aches instantly recede. "Is that—?" "Aloe." "Do you do this often?" "What?’ "Take care of virgins in your bed." He straightens, caps the ointment, then walks past the bed to place it on the side table. "I’ve never sl ept with one before." "Oh." "And I am only taking care of you, so you are ready for another round." "Wait... what?" He slides onto the bed, "Scoot over." "You don’t mean that?" My pussy clenches. Moisture se eps from my core. I shift to the other side, making sure there’s the width of the bed between us. He folds his arm behind his neck, "Don’t I?" He closes his eyes, and I peer at his features. That hard countenance, the hooked nose that caps the surprisingly pouty lower lip, and I am familiar with how that tastes. "I suggest you get some sle ep." "And round two?" He opens one eye, "I’m beginning to think you can’t get enough of me." Jerk. I scramble back, then pull the covers up to my chin. Close my eyes, try to sle ep. Turn on my side. Wriggle my feet, then turn over on my back. Dammit, now I have an itch on my back. I shift my hips, arch my spine, try to reach the spot which is below my nape. "What are you doing?" He grumbles. "Trying to scratch an itch, you mind?” "I can do that for you—"
"Not that kind." I huff. "Hmm." I roll my shoulder blades against the bed. There’s a long inhalation of breath. Then the mattress, dips. He shifts toward me. "Turn over." "But." He grabs my shoulder and moves me on my side. "Where is it?" “Center of my back.” He places his palm unerringly on the right spot and drags his fingers down the length of my back. "Oh," I can’t stop the moan that bleeds from my lips. He r epeats the action, this time in reverse. "Ah." I stretch into his touch, and he obliges. He digs his fingers into the space between my shoulder blades, and all the way down to the cleft of my butt. And again. Soo good. A sound of pleasure es capes my lips. "You remind me of a kitten I had." "You used to have a kitten?" His actions stop for a second, then he continues his strokes. "It doesn’t matter." "Of course, it would only humanize the bad-tempered alphahole if you were to share something of his personal life, huh?" "Exactly." Getting this man to talk about himself is like... trying to find a seat on the tube during rush hour. "Soo... Amadeus huh?" He caresses his big palm up my spine and I arch into his touch. "Is there a story there?" His touch stills, then he massages his fingertips over the knotted muscles of my shoulders. Oh! "My mother." I still. "She loved classical music. She was listening to Mozart when she went into labor, hence..." He digs his fingers into the back of my head and scratches my scalp. Goosebumps tingle down my skin. I shiver, "Where did you learn to do that?" "Experience." Of course. My stomach lurches; something hot stabs at my chest. I am not jealous. Why am I jealous? "That’s enough." I pull away and he doesn’t comment.
I peer into the darkness, then clear my throat. "What?" He sounds half-resigned, half-aroused. "I can hear you thinking, so say it aloud." "That... What happened?" "What...?” "You know, ‘that,’ when I almost blacked out—" "You mean your second orgasm in as many minutes?" I can’t see his face, but damn, I can sense the smug satisfaction in his voice. "You’re welcome." Jeez. "How can you be both considerate and an alphahole?" "You do realize that's technically not an official word in the English language, hmm? Not that I'm protesting its usage." He smirks. "And it comes naturally to me." Why did I ask? I groan aloud. Silence for another beat. Don’t ask him, don’t. "Is it... ah, always like that?" I mean, I know it can’t be, but I have to ask. Not that I expect him to answer or anything. The silence stretches. It’s completely quiet. In the shitty apartment I'd shared with Karma, there was always some noise at night. The ambulance screaming, late night party- goers returning home, the staff from the pub downstairs cleaning up before heading home. Here, I can hear my thoughts. Which I am not sure I appreciate. Not when all of them seem to lead back to him. "It’s never been that way for me." His voice is low. Oh! "You mean—" "Go to sle ep, Bird." He turns on his side. His breathing de epens. Apparently, that stupid switch on-switch off mechanism he has that allows him to flip the switch on his emotions can also help him fall asle ep in an instant. The man really doesn’t have a soul. Taking the virginity of the woman you blackmailed into helping you get revenge by destroying her father? Check. Ensuring you make her life completely and utterly miserable during the process by crawling under her skin, and occupying her every waking thought and invading her dreams? Double check. I close my eyes, and my limbs grow heavy. My breathing de epens, then catches. One second, I’m empty. The next, he is there. His heat sears my back, envelops me from behind. I lean into it, rub my butt against the hardness that throbs between my legs. He slips inside of me, filling the emptiness, stretching me from end to end. I shiver and a whine tumbles from my throat. I stretch my spine, seeking that delicious presence, the complete comfort, that absolute awareness of what it is to be so in sync with another. Wait, what? I crack my eyes open and peer into the dark. "Sin?" "Shh, I didn’t intend to wake you." He drags my hair away from my nape, whispers a kiss to my shoulder. Moisture pools between my legs. I turn my face toward him, and he takes the hint. He nibbles his way up the column of my throat to my ear lobe and bites down.
"Ah!" I shudder, raise my arm and wrap it back and around him. He’s so massive, that I barely reach halfway around his broad back. He brings his hand up and cups my breast. The warmth of his fingers sinks into my blood and I thrust myself into his grasp. He plays with my erect nipple and heat ignites between my legs. He drags his hand down my stomach to cup my pussy. The gesture so possessive, so completely confident, that my head spins. Or maybe that’s because his hardness lengthens inside of me, bumps against my inner walls. Pinpricks of sensations shimmer up my spine. "You’re so gorgeous, Summer." He presses little kisses down my jawline. I twist my upper body, crane toward him, and he closes his lips over mine. His tongue swe eps inside my mouth, sucking on mine, drinking from me. His possession is absolute, his strength incomparable. He’s taking from me, marking me, re-forming me into a shadow of himself, and I can’t stop him. Another whine tumbles up my throat, and he swallows it. He propels his hips, and his cock leaps forward. The hard ridge of his pelvis chafes the soft bump of my arse, every part of him rigid, unforgiving. A complete contrast to me. I’ve never felt this helpless, this vulnerable. This open and giving. This... unable to get ahold of the emotions that twist my stomach, coil in my guts. What is he doing to me? I open my mouth to ask and he de epens the kiss. His tongue scrapes across my teeth, his fingers pinch my clit, and his cock seems to expand further, pervading my pussy. A groan rumbles up his chest and the vibrations sink into me. My blood thuds at my temples; my heartbeat ratchets up. Sin, Sinclair. Mr. Sterling—the alphahole who sw ept in and turned my entire life upside down. He tears his mouth from mine, then pumps his hips. His cock leaps forward and I gasp. "Look at me, Bird." I crack my eyes open, meet his de ep indigo gaze. A trembling urgency builds from somewhere de ep inside. He thrusts again and again. Grinds the heel of his hand into my clit. Sensations coil at the base of my spine. He wraps his other hand around my throat, shoves his thumb into my mouth. I suck on his digit, and his pupils grow darker. He holds my gaze, pumps his hips, impaling me further on his dick. A bead of sweat runs down my spine and I shiver. He bends his head, until our noses bump. "Come for me, Bird, come all over my cock." His whisper sears through the silence in my head and I explode. The climax grips me, and my entire body bucks. My back stretches, my stomach rolls, and cum gushes out from between my legs. "So fucking beautiful, my little Bird." A groan rumbles up his chest. His cock lengthens, throbs, then liquid heat bathes my insides. He raises his palm from my pussy to his mouth and sucks on his fingers, then drags the liquid of our joint essences down my breasts. "Sle ep now."
My eyes flutter shut. I float in that space between sle ep and wakefulness. He draws me closer, and his dick twitches inside of me. He can’t be hard again, can he? "I am, Bird. It seems where you are concerned, I have an insatiable appetite. Apparently, I like to punish myself." He draws in a breath and his entire body seems to expand. "Another first." The tone of his voice dips further. Did he say that? Nah, must be my imagination. He can’t read my mind. Nope. This was a really good dream, all of it. I snuggle into the warmth, begin to drift off, then it comes to me. "Timotheé Chalamet." "Huh?" His grip on my waist tightens. "I loved him in Call Me by Your Name." "Hmm." A whisper brushes my hair. Did he kiss me? "How did you know that was my favorite movie ever?" He hesitates. "I didn’t." He cups my pussy, "But I wanted to taste your cum as badly." Wow. "That’s... ah..." I swallow. "The most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me." "Good." He tucks me firmly into his chest. "Go to sle ep." I drift off with his cock inside of me. When I awake, his side of the bed is empty.