Page 11 of No Sweeter Poison

I grit my teeth and shift beneath him, unsure of what to do. The touch isn’t unpleasant it’s just not getting the reaction he’s looking for I suppose. He keeps trying, keeps exploring, until soft circles around my clit make me tremble, back arching into his touch. He quirks a brow, curious, but doesn’t immediately voice what’s on his mind.

“I think…like that.”

“You think?” his voice dances across my skin. “What do you do when you touch yourself?”

Thank God the lights are off. He’d see the answer written all over my face.

His movements slow and my grip on his arms tighten. “No, please. Please keep going. It…it’s been a while. That’s why.”

Before he can protest, I thrust my hips forward and his fingers sink deeper inside me. I moan and he watches, expression turning feral. He reaches for something and I hear the opening and closing of a drawer somewhere. A second later, he has a condom between his teeth, ripping the wrapper in half before his hand disappears between us. I lift my hips in search of him but he pushes me back down onto the bed.

“Stay still or it’s going to hurt.”

I’m not sure if he means because it’s been a while for me or if it’s a commentary on his size…?

I make the mistake of looking down.

Fuck.

“Okay, okay, okay,” I whisper. “I promise, I won’t move.”

He leans down and kisses me. “Lift your hips for me.”

I lift my hips and brace myself for the intrusion. It’s slow at first and he takes his time, going inch by inch, and I feel the sting as my inner walls expand to accommodate the size of him. Part of me wants to close the distance between us but I know it’ll hurt more than I can anticipate so I do as he asks and remain still until he’s fully seated inside of me.

“Good girl. Just like that.”

Oh…

Oh.

That was so, that was so…

Something flashes in his eyes. “Did you like that? Being called a good girl?”

“No,” I blurt. “That’s…you’re crazy.”

Slow, rumbling laughter leaves his lips, absolutely obliterating my train of thought. The fullness of him inside me is different than what I’m accustomed to, not to mention slightly painful. I’m uncomfortable and anxious because while I’m no meaningless hookup novice, those encounters were always with guys I knew and went to school with. Never complete strangers and most certainly not ones that look and feel like this. When he withdraws and enters again, filling me even more, I can hear how slick it is down there. The sound practically echoes in the otherwise quiet room.

“You’re so fucking wet. So hot and tight,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to fuck you like you’re mine so keep your eyes open and watch.”

I hadn’t realized they were closed. I open and he licks my lips.

“That’s my good girl.”

It’s so sick but it’s so hot.

Alejandro fucks like he’s on a mission. Hard, powerful thrusts that practically send my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He fists his freehand in my hair, holding me steady so I can’t close my eyes or bury my face in the pillow. He meant it when he said he wanted me to watch.

I feel the tension in his body as I drag my hands up his back, over his shoulders, and down the length of his arms. He’s a pleasure to touch; miles of smooth, warm, olive skin and a muscular figure sculpted to perfection. Even though he’s holding onto the headboard to keep from crushing me under his weight, I still feel all of him against all of me.

All that weight, all that strength, being exerted against me until a violent tremor of pleasure rocks through me. His hips thrust forward, filling me completely, until I can feel him in the pit of my stomach as I reach climax.

Alejandro isn’t finished. He hovers over me, watching, waiting, looking like he could devour me in a single bite if he thought I’d let him. We’re no better than strangers but in this moment, I don’t think anything or anyone could convince me that I wasn’t his.

He grabs my hips. Flips me over. I’ve no sooner collected my own thoughts before he puts my hands on the headboard and says, “Hold tight.”

I’m sick. Desperate and sick because I do as he asks and then he’s kneeling behind me, kissing his way down the length of my spine. A second later he has his hands on my hips and he’s pounding into me, hard and fast, like he doesn’t need permission to do so. Like I’m something he owns for his pleasure and he can take what he wants when he wants it.