“No,” he growls, rejecting my request.
“Sy,” I argue, but don’t get far before he steps back into my space and drops to his knees before me.
I can’t even control the moan that erupts from within me when he spreads me open and licks me hard. Fuck. My hands go to his head. The short hair is not long enough to hold on to, so my fingers graze his scalp in a need to touch him as my shoulders lean against the wall supporting me. He feasts on me like a starved man.
“Fuck, Sy,” I rasp as he builds me up with each flick of his rough tongue against my clit. He’s vocal in his oral assault, surprising me since he’s so annoyingly quiet. The hungry moans vibrate against me, pushing me further into a haze as he worships my most sensitive area. The pleasure becomes too much, his skillful tongue demanding I fall apart. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I scream as heat fills me in a short but powerful orgasm. My hips ride his face as his thick fingers find my entrance, filling and stretching me wide. He pumps them into me repeatedly, setting off another orgasm.
“Jesus!” I pant as pleasure rocks through me. My legs are jelly and my head is lost in its own bliss as I feel his tongue lazily sweep through my wetness. Small bursts of orgasm run through me and if it wasn’t for Sy holding me up, I’d fall into a puddle in front of him, lost in the afterglow of two incredible orgasms.
“Sy?” I ask, looking down and watching his head rest against my stomach. “Sunshine, do you know what happens next?” I ask, trying to get his attention. He looks up. His eyes come to mine, and instead of seeing the dark anger that lives in them, now all I see is a lost, faraway look, like he doesn’t understand what is happening. He stands, drops his jeans, lifts my leg, and enters me before I even have time to process what’s happening.
“You have no idea what I know,” he threatens, pinning me to the wall as he pushes into me again. My legs are still shaky from the first two orgasms. I hold onto his cut as he continues pumping into me. The loud slapping of his balls against me fills the room as his stare drills into me.
“Oh, God,” I moan as he pulls my other leg up, suspending me against the wall.
“No,” he snaps, pushing into me harder and planting himself there before grinding against me. His length hits the right spot as his pubic bone hits my clit.
“What?” I croak, my throat scratchy from my shouts.
“Not God,” he repeats, his breath coming out harsh, but I can’t keep up. My head is lost in a haze focusing solely on my impending orgasm that’s running full speed ahead.
“Ouch!” I shout as he leans forward and bites down on my shoulder.
“Did God just bite your shoulder, Holly?” he asks, pushing his hips harder into me.
“No,” I pant, unsure how I’m still even breathing. Between the pleasure running through my core and the pain of his bite, I don’t know how I feel.
“Didn’t fucking think so,” he growls, leaning back down and licking the bite mark.
“Sy,” I breathe, feeling my body tense as he rolls his hips faster. Harder. That edge of pleasure and pain dangles in front of me again, and like a greedy woman, I want to snatch it.
“Hmm” He kisses the soft spot behind my ear; his hot breath sending goose bumps along my skin as his own groans grow louder. I don’t want it to stop. I want to hold on to this feeling and never let go, but I can’t control myself as I spiral out of control.
“Oh, God, yes,” I moan out my intense rush of ecstasy.
“Fuck,” he grunts, following me over the wall of our temporary bliss. I know this is nothing more than a screw, but something shifts in me as he draws a third orgasm out of me. My emotions run haywire, but even in the heat of the moment, I know if I don’t get a hold of it now, it will only spell trouble.
“Holy shit,” I say quietly, looking at the patch sewn into his leather cut. Our breathing syncs as we come down from our marathon wall sex. Sy drops one leg, still planted inside of me.
“Jesus,” he whispers as he drops the other leg, slowly letting himself out of me. He steps back, pulling his pants back up without taking his eyes off me. I’ve never been taken up against a wall like that before, and now I have, I want it again.
“Fuck,” he curses.
“What?” I ask as an ache runs through my body. My muscles, lax in my post-orgasm state, can barely hold me up. I then register his cum running down the inside of my leg.
“You didn’t use a condom?” Annoyed doesn’t even begin to cover how fucking stupid I am.
“Fuck,” he repeats again, balling his fists at his side.
“Will you stop saying fuck,” I snap, pissed at seeing him freak out. “Pass the tissues.” I use my hand to capture his release before it makes it to the carpet. He walks over to the coffee table, retrieves the box, and hands me two tissues.
“Thanks, I’ll just go clean up,” I tell him, replacing my hand with a tissue.
“I need to go,” he counters, turning and moving to the front door.
“Are you kidding me?” I ask, but he doesn’t reply—just walks straight out without saying a word. I stand there not sure what just happened or how to respond. I knew it was some kind of heat of the moment, sexually-fuelled slip I had instigated, but to simply walk out while I’m standing here naked? What an asshole.
Jesus, how could I be so stupid?
“Asshole,” I voice to the empty room realizing he played me when I was meant to play him. “Fucking moron, Holly,” I whisper to myself as I lock the door behind him.