Page 13 of Born to Scar

Her moans are so loud, so perfect. I pump my hand, fucking her vigorously, before massaging her G-spot. She starts to tense.

“Do you want to come?” I ask her. She whines and nods.

I suck and gently bite her clit. She screams through her orgasm, soaking me. I groan as her cunt grips my fingers, pulling them in. That’s so fucking hot.

“You’re a messy little whore, aren’t you?” Shivers rack her body.

Pulling her off the desk, I turn her and bend her over, thrusting my cock in between her thighs. She moans when my head glides over her center. She moves her hips, sliding up and down my length, her ring massaging my shaft. It feels so fucking good. Of all the partners I have had, not one has been pierced.

I lean over her back to whisper in her ear, “Hold on tight. I’m going to bury my cock so deep in you, you’ll feel me for days.” She moans at my words as her fingers grip the desk. I shove her head down and bruise her waist in my grip. I thrust all the way in and pump my hips, hers banging against the desk. I’ve wanted this for so, so long. And she is fucking euphoric.

“Oh god,” she mewls. I’ve never seen her in such pure ecstasy, not even when she races.

“Are you still flying, Indy?” I am. I haven’t fucked without a condom in years, and having her wrapped bare around me is my own heaven, exactly like I knew she’d be.

I don’t trust many people, but I trust her. She groans, biting her lip under her top teeth. “Yes,” she moans again, not able to control it.

“I’m flying with you. It feels so fucking good. You. You feel so fucking good.” Pulling her arms behind her back, I lift her just off the desk. “I’ve wanted this for so long, Indy.” She pulses around me. Tugging her up to stand, I place my fingers along her throat, not squeezing at all, only holding her against me. “You want me to use this cunt, don’t you? Hmm?” I rasp. She squeezes me again, and I groan into her ear. “Yeah, you fucking do. You’re gripping me so hard, Indy.” I reach down, circling her clit.

She moans a “yes” so loud that anyone left in this building could hear her. Good. If they are still here, I want them to hear what I do to her.

Her body tenses against mine. “Are you going to come for me again?”

“Fuck, yes,” she groans into her orgasm, which I fuck her through.

Her cunt pulsing around me pushes me to the edge. I squeeze her throat. “Can I come in you?” I whisper in the crook of her neck. She nods, and I fucking explode, coating her cunt. The moans that escape my chest with each thrust reverberate off the walls as my vision blurs. Holy fuck.

I stay pressed into her back, catching my breath, holding her close, hoping this isn’t the only time I get to have her like this.

“Fuck,” I whisper in her neck. When I pull out, she immediately spins to face me, cupping my balls. My eyes shoot wide, and my abs flex, not only because of her quickness, but also because I’m so sensitive to her touch.

“Now, thank me,” she commands in a sweet voice I’ve never heard come from her lips. My head drops back. A small chuckle leaves my lips, while my chest is still heaving, not fully returned from the edge yet. She tightens her grip, making me grunt.

I bring my head down to her ear, running my fingers up over her body to her jaw, making her shiver violently. “Thank you, my little whore,” I whisper before pulling her into a chaste kiss. She softly groans and releases me.

Stepping back, she dresses and walks out the door, leaving me naked and dazed in this office. Wow. She rocked my entire world. I’m never going to be able to stop this. I’m never going to have enough of her.

She pops her head back through the door, looking me up and down. My cock still loves the way she looks at me. I love the way she’s looking at me. The lust in her eyes does not falter. “Are you good enough to take me home?”

I shake my head, and her face drops. “No. Yes, I can take you home, Indy.” I shook my head at how she could seem so indifferent to what just happened. I typically leave when my hook-ups are done, or I make them leave. No lingering touches, no connection. I don’t fucking hold them to catch my breath. I don’t fucking hope it never ends. I’m not sure I love the way it feels having this done to me, either. I give zero fucks about anyone else but her. I run my fingers through my hair. Damn.

The bar is empty. Kia and Lainy are nowhere to be found. Indy turns the music and lights off and locks the door behind us. I open the car door for her. “I didn’t know you were such a gentleman,” she teases as I shut the door and climb in the driver’s side.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Indy.”

When we get to her place, after parking in front of her apartment, I notice that Micky’s bike is outside her building.

“What’s Micky doing here?”

“Oh, he was fucking a grid girl. But she’d better be gone.” She chuckles. “He stays here a lot. His family is shit, and since his autism diagnosis, they’ve been even worse.”

I nod because I knew he had a shitty family, like most of us in the club. My own family shit is self-imposed. Half of it anyway—I don’t talk to my dad. The other half was imposed on me. There’s no way she’s still in prison, but one can hope.

“Isn’t your apartment a studio?”

“Yes. Point?”

I chuckle. “How does that work?”