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“Like me. Now, touch your breasts.” His voice is a sensual, husky rumble in my ear and I lower my hands and cup by breasts, alternating between squeezing and flicking my nipples with my thumbs. My head falls back against Ray’s shoulder and I draw in a ragged breath.
“That’s right.” He presses a third finger into my sex, stretching me, filling me as he glides slowly in and out, pressing the pads of his fingers along my sensitive spot, his palm resting on my piercing, rubbing the tiny barbell against my swollen nub. Frantic with need, I ride his fingers, driving my ass against the steel of his erection. Tension coils inside me, building so quickly that, for a moment, I forget to breathe.
Out of control. My skin prickles and my chest tightens in warning.
“Come for me, beautiful girl.” His voice, deep and low, coils around me like a rope, binding me to his will. “Come all over my hand. Give it up to me.”
His words, his voice, sizzle to the most primal part of my brain. Naughty words. Dirty words. Arousing words. I writhe against him as he draws me to my peak, alternating the pressure on my clit with the deep thrust of his fingers until I am wound so tight my body trembles and the part of me that screams for me to run is drowned by the betraying thunder of my desire as it pounds through my veins. But it takes his hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my eyes water, his lips hard on mine, to release me.
And then I’m gone, lost in the firestorm of a climax that sweeps through my body, a blaze of incredible pleasure that rips a scream from my throat and takes me past the point of no return.
After a panting pause, Ray withdraws his fingers and spins me around to face him, pulling me against his body. His erection presses into my stomach and I reach between us to stroke along his length. But when I tug on his fly, he stays my hand.
“Not tonight.”
“But…don’t you want…need?” I give him a tentative smile. “I’m not selfish, you know. And I have a condom in my purse.”
Ray stiffens then places a soft kiss on my forehead. “I want you so bad, I can barely keep it together. But knowing myself, the way I am right now, if I take it any further, I’ll hurt you.”
“I won’t break. Hard. Rough. I don’t care. I want you inside me.” For a moment, I am back in the dark years, when I thought mindlessly fucking strangers would wipe Luke’s touch away. But Ray isn’t a stranger. And I have no point to prove, except that I want him. I have wanted him since the day I first saw him in the ring.
Gaze locked to his, I tug on his belt. When he doesn’t move, I pull it open, then yank on his fly. The button pops, and I draw the zipper down, inch by slow inch, letting my fingers graze over his shaft, which is straining against his fly.
He stills when I drop to my knees and pull his clothing over his hips. His erection springs free, hard, heavy, and so big it takes my breath away. Body tense and quivering, jaw tight, he makes no move to help me save for stepping out of his clothing when I drop them to the floor.
I lick my lips, wondering how he might taste, but when I reach for his thick shaft, he fists my hair and pulls me up, leaving me under no illusions about who is in control.
“This is what you want?” His voice is hollow, his eyes so dark they are almost black, and for the first time, I wonder if I’ve made the right decision.
“Yes.”
He guides me across the floor to what must have been the main work area. Scrapes and patches on the floor indicate where the heavy equipment must have been, pieces of cardboard and small, gray piles of metal dust cling to the side of the wall. Ray stops in front of a worn, wooden workbench pushed up against the wall, the grease stains barely visible in the semidarkness. Then he pushes me down on the cool, hard surface.
“Don’t move.”
His feet thud over the floor. I hear the rustle of clothing and the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then he is back. One hand presses against my lower back, holding me firm against the table, and the other twists in my hair, making me arch, my ass rubbing against his hips.
“I can’t be gentle.” His voice is raw, husky with need, low with warning. “For a coupla hours after a fight, I got no gentleness in me.”
“You’ve been pretty gentle so far.”
“That was the getting to know you bit.” With a low groan, he kicks my legs apart, his fingers diving into my swollen pussy. I moan and rock against his touch, need building afresh. My breaths turn to pants, and he draws his fingers out, slicking my wetness up and around my clit, bumping against the piercing until lust fuzzes my brain, my body heats, and a cold sweat prickles my skin.
Nonononononono. Not now. This is what I wanted. Hot, wild, rough animal sex. No strings. No attachments. Just pure physical pleasure.
Before the panic takes hold, he thrusts inside me, pushing through my sensitive tissue. Hard, fast, and so deep my breath catches in my throat. Before I can get used to his thickness, the fullness, the delight of having him inside me, he withdraws and thrusts again, deeper this time, hitting my cervix and making me gasp.
“You okay?”
Am I okay? Trapped between panic and desire, my body thrumming with need, my mind screaming of danger, I force a word from my lips. A lie. A challenge. A deep, desperate desire to be normal. “Yes.”
“Don’t lie to me, Sia.” He reaches around and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, then pushes it inside my mouth. “Bite. Give it to me, beautiful girl.”
I bite. As hard as I dare. Ray groans and grips my hip with his free hand, then hammers into me, his shaft sliding over my sensitive inner walls. My piercing vibrates against my clit with his every thrust, and my nipples rub against the gritty surface of the table. Too much. Too many sensations. My arousal builds fast and fierce, spiraling out of control, and when he reaches around to stroke my clit, I am gone, screaming at the shock of an orgasm so intense I feel like I am being ripped apart by pleasure. Ray slides his thumb from my mouth and his rhythm quickens. Fingers dig into my hips and his body tenses, straining as he comes, his shaft pulsing inside me.
“That’s right.” He presses a third finger into my sex, stretching me, filling me as he glides slowly in and out, pressing the pads of his fingers along my sensitive spot, his palm resting on my piercing, rubbing the tiny barbell against my swollen nub. Frantic with need, I ride his fingers, driving my ass against the steel of his erection. Tension coils inside me, building so quickly that, for a moment, I forget to breathe.
Out of control. My skin prickles and my chest tightens in warning.
“Come for me, beautiful girl.” His voice, deep and low, coils around me like a rope, binding me to his will. “Come all over my hand. Give it up to me.”
His words, his voice, sizzle to the most primal part of my brain. Naughty words. Dirty words. Arousing words. I writhe against him as he draws me to my peak, alternating the pressure on my clit with the deep thrust of his fingers until I am wound so tight my body trembles and the part of me that screams for me to run is drowned by the betraying thunder of my desire as it pounds through my veins. But it takes his hand tangling in my hair, yanking my head back so hard my eyes water, his lips hard on mine, to release me.
And then I’m gone, lost in the firestorm of a climax that sweeps through my body, a blaze of incredible pleasure that rips a scream from my throat and takes me past the point of no return.
After a panting pause, Ray withdraws his fingers and spins me around to face him, pulling me against his body. His erection presses into my stomach and I reach between us to stroke along his length. But when I tug on his fly, he stays my hand.
“Not tonight.”
“But…don’t you want…need?” I give him a tentative smile. “I’m not selfish, you know. And I have a condom in my purse.”
Ray stiffens then places a soft kiss on my forehead. “I want you so bad, I can barely keep it together. But knowing myself, the way I am right now, if I take it any further, I’ll hurt you.”
“I won’t break. Hard. Rough. I don’t care. I want you inside me.” For a moment, I am back in the dark years, when I thought mindlessly fucking strangers would wipe Luke’s touch away. But Ray isn’t a stranger. And I have no point to prove, except that I want him. I have wanted him since the day I first saw him in the ring.
Gaze locked to his, I tug on his belt. When he doesn’t move, I pull it open, then yank on his fly. The button pops, and I draw the zipper down, inch by slow inch, letting my fingers graze over his shaft, which is straining against his fly.
He stills when I drop to my knees and pull his clothing over his hips. His erection springs free, hard, heavy, and so big it takes my breath away. Body tense and quivering, jaw tight, he makes no move to help me save for stepping out of his clothing when I drop them to the floor.
I lick my lips, wondering how he might taste, but when I reach for his thick shaft, he fists my hair and pulls me up, leaving me under no illusions about who is in control.
“This is what you want?” His voice is hollow, his eyes so dark they are almost black, and for the first time, I wonder if I’ve made the right decision.
“Yes.”
He guides me across the floor to what must have been the main work area. Scrapes and patches on the floor indicate where the heavy equipment must have been, pieces of cardboard and small, gray piles of metal dust cling to the side of the wall. Ray stops in front of a worn, wooden workbench pushed up against the wall, the grease stains barely visible in the semidarkness. Then he pushes me down on the cool, hard surface.
“Don’t move.”
His feet thud over the floor. I hear the rustle of clothing and the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then he is back. One hand presses against my lower back, holding me firm against the table, and the other twists in my hair, making me arch, my ass rubbing against his hips.
“I can’t be gentle.” His voice is raw, husky with need, low with warning. “For a coupla hours after a fight, I got no gentleness in me.”
“You’ve been pretty gentle so far.”
“That was the getting to know you bit.” With a low groan, he kicks my legs apart, his fingers diving into my swollen pussy. I moan and rock against his touch, need building afresh. My breaths turn to pants, and he draws his fingers out, slicking my wetness up and around my clit, bumping against the piercing until lust fuzzes my brain, my body heats, and a cold sweat prickles my skin.
Nonononononono. Not now. This is what I wanted. Hot, wild, rough animal sex. No strings. No attachments. Just pure physical pleasure.
Before the panic takes hold, he thrusts inside me, pushing through my sensitive tissue. Hard, fast, and so deep my breath catches in my throat. Before I can get used to his thickness, the fullness, the delight of having him inside me, he withdraws and thrusts again, deeper this time, hitting my cervix and making me gasp.
“You okay?”
Am I okay? Trapped between panic and desire, my body thrumming with need, my mind screaming of danger, I force a word from my lips. A lie. A challenge. A deep, desperate desire to be normal. “Yes.”
“Don’t lie to me, Sia.” He reaches around and rubs his thumb over my bottom lip, then pushes it inside my mouth. “Bite. Give it to me, beautiful girl.”
I bite. As hard as I dare. Ray groans and grips my hip with his free hand, then hammers into me, his shaft sliding over my sensitive inner walls. My piercing vibrates against my clit with his every thrust, and my nipples rub against the gritty surface of the table. Too much. Too many sensations. My arousal builds fast and fierce, spiraling out of control, and when he reaches around to stroke my clit, I am gone, screaming at the shock of an orgasm so intense I feel like I am being ripped apart by pleasure. Ray slides his thumb from my mouth and his rhythm quickens. Fingers dig into my hips and his body tenses, straining as he comes, his shaft pulsing inside me.
