Bad Boy Blues(78)

My stomach hollows out when he lines up his erection with my pussy.

He looks at my face and I fasten my eyes to his. There are lines of tension around his mouth as he watches me and I cradle his jaw, feeling he needs comfort as much as me.

I don’t want to hurt you.

I know he was only talking about sex but as I look at his tormented, horny face, I think that maybe every predator, every sharp object, has a soul. A soul that cries out when the flame burns down a moth and the lion cuts a lamb open with its teeth.

Zach’s eyes flutter slightly at my soft touch as he circles my opening with his cock. My lower body is both eager and a little rigid in fear at the impending invasion.

And it happens in one thrust.

Keeping our eyes connected, Zach enters my body in one go.

I moan and my back arches up at that. My eyes fall shut as I drag in a shocking breath. There’s pain. A pinching.

It’s everywhere but it’s not excruciating.

What’s more dominant and immediate is the fullness.

It feels like my pelvis is stretched and filled to the brim. My stomach is swollen, and my chest is about to burst.

I’m about to burst.

Zach’s head drops down to my shoulders and I feel his gusty breaths there, pummeling me like his groans.

It’s like we both climbed up a mountain and now we need a second to gather ourselves.

He’s inside of me.

Our most intimate parts are touching. They’re locked up together. He’s the first human being, the only human being ever, to be this close to me.

I bite my lip in elation as I feel a pressure building up.

Every little sound that he makes fills me with even more lust. Every sweep of his chest and ripple of his back drives home the point that I’m his and he’s mine.

Tentatively, I try to move under him, relieve this restlessness that’s pulsing. Like it’s alive, complete with veins and a heart.

Zach snaps his head up. “Stop.”

“W-what?”

“It’ll hurt more if you move,” he says with clenched teeth and a somewhat agonized expression.

I palm his sweaty shoulder, breathing in hiccups. “It doesn’t.”

“What?”

I move under him again, rock against his pelvis, and I swear I feel his dick jump inside of me. “It doesn’t hurt.”

Zach’s astonished and I could’ve laughed. But in this moment, I’m so restless.

Maybe the universe knew that our bodies were made for each other. So the nature took away all the pain. But I can’t explain that to him right now. I’m too needy.

All I can say is: “Please, f-fuck me, Zach.”

He watches me struggle under him, trying to get him to move, trying to rub my hypersensitive clit against his pelvis but he doesn’t come to help me. He doesn’t rescue me and I claw my nails along his biceps, his side, his back.

“Please, Zach,” I beg again.

And then, he gives a grind of his hips. “This what you want, Blue?”

I nod, sighing in relief. But it isn’t even complete, that sigh. His movements drive the need higher. The craving doesn’t end.

I know it won’t. Not until I come, and he comes with me. Inside of me.

I’m dying to feel that. That splash, that splatter of his cum that I’ve tasted so many times before. My favorite flavor of popsicle.

Zach begins to move. His strokes are slow but long. He goes out completely, leaving me empty, before coming back in.

I moan out his name and his strokes become jabs. Short and thrusting and faster. I squeeze my thighs around his waist, biting my lip.

“I thought you were lying,” Zach pants from over me, his eyes trained on my face.

“About what?” I gasp as I start to push back into his thrusts.

“I thought you wanted my dick so bad that you were lying about the pain.”

“I do want it…”

His pumps are harder now and my channel is slicker. I can’t believe that we haven’t been doing it all this time. How will I ever go back to the land of living when he’s killing me so beautifully with his cock?

“I thought your pussy made you a liar, Blue,” he rasps, sliding his lips over me; my tongue peeks out to taste him. “But I guess she only made you a horny little slut for me.”

My stomach clenches at that word and an uh comes out of me. As if in agreement.

It’s true, isn’t it?

I am a slut for him. I am horny for him. I’ve been horny for him for ages. For centuries, even.

“You are, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Yeah, you are. I’m an animal for you too, baby.”

Shameless, I arch under him, feeling his pounds all the way to my teeth, and all the way down to my toes.

His hips are slapping against mine and his balls are hitting my ass. My legs are jarring up and down his sides as Zach hammers into me. I hold onto his neck and try to keep steady but it’s useless.

The entire bed is shaking, hitting the wall, making this the loudest fuck in the history of fucks.

And hottest too.

We’re sweating against each other, breathing hot puffs of air.

Him and me.

Two lonely people who belong to each other and no one else.

I caress his stubbled jaw and he tucks his face in my neck like he can’t hold himself up anymore and I hug him to me, letting myself go.