Chapter 13 Natalie #2
He thrusts inside me, making me grunt, making me suck in breath.
His thick cock stretches me and when he slides out a little, it’s only to thrust in harder.
He’s watching me, eyes black but for the narrow ring of midnight, pupils dilated.
He kisses me, but our eyes remain open. He’s sucking my lower lip. I know he tastes blood. He must.
Again, he slides out a little, only to punish me with another thrust.
“Say it,” he demands, a threat in his tone. “Say it now. Tell me to stop, this is your chance. Save yourself.” He thrusts painfully and when I don’t say what he wants me to say, when he speaks again, there’s a violence to his words. “Tell me to fucking stop.”
I gasp, cling to him.
“You know who I am. What I do,” he continues.
It hurts, the wall at my back, his too thick cock driving into me, deeper and deeper, tearing me in two, tearing through to my core, piercing my heart.
“If you don’t tell me to stop now, I won’t. Not now. Not ever.”
He stops moving, and I’m impaled. He takes my jaw in his hand again, makes me look up at him.
“Say it now. Tell me to stop. Tell me to go. It’s your last chance.”
I shake my head as much as I can with him gripping my face. Fuck. I’m going to come. I’m so fucking close, I just need…just one more thrust.
He smiles. He’s got his answer. And that smile turns into a wicked grin a moment later.
“You want to come?” His voice is low, the words drawn out.
I make a sound, but I can’t say the word.
“Say it.”
I’m pressing against him, trying to grind against him. This isn’t me. But he does something to me. Makes me something different. Makes me someone I don’t recognize.
“Fucking say it.”
“Make me come. Please!” I want him, and I can’t get close enough. I want to be filled up by him. Possessed by him. Fucking owned by him.
“Good girl,” he says, kissing me, grinning wide, drawing farther out than before and thrusting so hard, I cry out. “Come, Natalie. Come on my dick. Come all over me.”
That’s all it takes, his command, his cock inside me, his eyes on me, watching me, seeing me, seeing me splinter and break. Seeing everything.
I squeeze my eyes shut and I come. I come so fucking hard I can’t breathe, I can’t think, and if he didn’t have me, I wouldn’t be able to stand.
It’s like an explosion, orgasm claiming my body as Sergio claims my everything, and when I feel him come, when I feel him throb inside me, feel him release inside me, I open my eyes and I watch him, clinging to him, wanting him, wanting it all.
My hands wrap around his shoulders, nails digging into his shirt, his back and he’s coming inside me and I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than Sergio’s glistening midnight eyes. Sergio lost in bliss. In ecstasy.
I adjust the crotch of my panties, straighten my skirt.
“We should have used a condom,” I say, because in my head, I’m counting days.
“I like coming inside you. I like knowing part of me is inside you.” He zips and buttons his pants and buckles his belt.
“Sergio—”
“I’m clean, Natalie,” he says.
“I’m clean too, but there are other things.”
He seems surprised for the first time since I’ve known him. “You’re not protected?”
I shake my head.
“Where are you—”
“I should be okay.” I think. My period ended eight days ago. I still have a few days. “But we can’t do that again. I mean without a condom.”
He’s deep in thought, suddenly. Not angry, just concentrated. Like something’s just occurred to him. Something he’s never thought of before. It’s strange, the look in his eye. Unsettling.
“Our conversation isn’t over,” I say, simply to break into whatever is happening in his head.
“It’s not?”
“You can’t just hurt people in the name of protecting me.”
He walks into the kitchen. “That prick deserved to be punished.”
“That wasn’t up to you.” I follow him but he’s not paying attention to me.
He’s opening a cabinet, taking out the coffee.
“Sergio, I mean it.” He’s busy opening drawers, closing them, looking for a spoon, I assume.
“Hey.” I pull on his arm, make him stop.
He does, turns to me, walks me backward until he’s got me backed up against the refrigerator.
“Natalie.”
I’m looking up at him, at his dark eyes. I smell aftershave and sex.
“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. This bastard isn’t important. We’re wasting words. Wasting time.”
I push against him. “This is too much. Too fast.”
He studies me but doesn’t reply. Doesn’t budge.
“You have a key to my house. You beat up my professor. For what? An internship I wouldn’t even take.”
“What do you mean you wouldn’t take?”
“I told you I didn’t want it. You didn’t think I’d work for him knowing what he’d expect, did you?”
“You withdrew willingly?”
“What would you do if I said no? That he disqualified me.”
“That fucking—” he’s suddenly so angry, that the shift in his mood is startling.
“See. This is what I mean! No, I withdrew. He wasn’t even there when I got to the office. But see what I mean? You can’t just beat up every guy who’s an idiot.”
“Why not?”
“I can handle myself.”
“Nat—”
I put my hands on his face, wanting to make him hear me. “I can handle myself.”
It takes him a moment, but he nods once.
“We’re moving too fast.” I say it because I feel like I have to. Not because I want to stop.
“No, we’re not.”
I blink, open my mouth, close it again. I’m not expecting that answer.
“I know what I want, Natalie. Do you?”
When he looks at me, his eyes are alive, searching and wanting more. More than I think I can give.
“I’ve never thought,” he starts, speaking slowly, like he’s choosing each word carefully.
Purposefully. Darkness casts its shadow over him and he looks away, shakes his head, exhales before meeting my gaze again.
“I’ve lost a lot of friends. Cousins. Uncles.
Many of them too early. Most of them too early.
” He steps backward, releases me. “Time is a luxury, Natalie. One I don’t think will be afforded me. ”
There’s a sadness in his words. In his eyes. And that shadow, it seems to swell behind him. Always there. Ever present.
Ready to swallow him up and carry him away.
I shudder. “Sergio—”
“I won’t waste it,” he says. He steps closer again, this time, taking my jaw in his hand, tilting my face upward.
He looks at me, my eyes and mouth, and then he kisses me.
It’s hard, there’s nothing tender in this kiss.
He doesn’t slip his tongue between my lips.
He isn’t tasting me. He’s laying claim to me.
When he breaks the kiss, he doesn’t pull back. Instead, with eyes locked on mine, he reaches under my skirt, smears his hand over the cum drying on my thigh, slips his fingers inside my panties.
“I want my cum on you. I want it inside you. I want it to mark you.” He rubs me, and somehow, feeling as raw as I do after that fucking, I’m aroused again. I want him again.
He grins. He knows it. He pinches my clit. It hurts and he knows that too, I can see it on his face, but he takes a minute to pull his hand out from under my skirt.
When he releases me, I have to grip him to remain standing because my knees are wobbling.
He wraps his hands around my arms. It takes me a minute to get my breathing under control. To straighten my legs. To process his words. To try to understand what he’s saying.
I look up at him, but am unable to speak.
“It’s not too fast. There’s no such thing. I don’t want to stop what’s happening between us,” he says, searching my face. “If I were a good person, I’d walk away, but I’m not. I’m not. I’ve done bad things. My hands are so fucking dirty. You need to know that. You do, don’t you? You know that?”
I nod.
“Do you know what you want?” he asks.
I know this is important. I know he’s important. But I can’t say that. I’m still caught on his other words.
“Do you?” he repeats.
“What do you mean that time won’t be afforded you?”
“I think you understand.”
We look at each other for a long while, the only sound is that of Pepper’s soft snores coming from the other room.
“Do you want me to go?” he finally asks. “I’ll ask this exactly once so think hard.”
I swallow, every hair on my body standing on end. Every nerve alive.
“Do you, Natalie? Do you want me to go?”
My mind is whirling, so much is happening so fast. I look away, down at my feet, at the cracked, old tile beneath them.
He squeezes my arms. “Answer my question.”
“No.”