19. Maren #2
“Holy fuck,” I manage to gasp, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. The sheets beneath me are soaked, my thighs trembling uncontrollably.
“You taste sinful,” he rasps, voice wrecked. He crawls up my body, muscles shifting beneath tanned skin. His cock drags against my thigh, leaving a wet smear of pre-cum. “Never tasted anything so fucking perfect. Made me cum all over your damn floor without a single touch, yet again.”
His mouth crashes down on mine, and I can taste myself on his tongue—tangy and musky.
Most guys shy away from this, but Riggs kisses me deeper, making sure I know exactly what I taste like, making me complicit in my own debauchery.
I can’t believe he fucking already came. It’s so fucking hot when he does that.
I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his length. He's so fucking hard again already, the skin velvet-soft. A bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip, and I swipe my thumb through it, using it to slick my way as I pump him once, twice.
Riggs groans against my mouth, his cock twitching in my hand. “Fuck, Maren, your tiny fucking hands?—”
My grip tightens, and he hisses, hips bucking forward. I pump him faster, watching his face contort with pleasure.
“You gonna fuck me with this dick, golden boy?” I taunt, twisting my wrist on the upstroke the way that makes his thighs tremble. “Or you just gonna let me jerk you off?”
“Shit,” he growls, suddenly pulling away from me. He stands up, taking several steps back toward the door.
“Are you fucking serious right now?” I prop myself up on my elbows, legs still spread, pussy still throbbing and wet. The sheets beneath me are soaked with my release. “Where the fuck are you going?”
“Gotta get the condom outta my wallet,” he says over his shoulder, already halfway to the counter where he dropped his stuff earlier.
I roll my eyes so hard I'm surprised they don't get stuck in the back of my skull. Reaching over to my nightstand, I yank open the drawer and pull out a strip of three condoms.
“Thanks but no thanks,” I call out, holding them up when he reappears in the doorway. “We'll use the ones I have.”
Riggs rolls his eyes, jaw tightening. “I didn't fucking poke holes in it,” he mutters, but crosses back to the bed. He snatches the strip from my hand, tearing one off with his teeth before tossing the rest onto the nightstand.
“Never can be too careful,” I say with a shrug, watching as he tears open the foil packet. “Especially with a man who's admitted to being obsessed with me.”
His eyes flash, something dark and possessive crossing his features. “Smart girl,” he says, rolling the condom down his length. “But we both know I wouldn't have to trap you to keep you.”
There's such conviction in his voice that a shiver runs down my spine. He believes what he's saying—that he could have me, keep me, without resorting to tricks or traps.
He crawls onto the bed, his body caging mine, arms braced on either side of my head. His cock nudges against my entrance, hot and insistent even through the latex.
He grabs his latex-covered cock in hand and runs it up and down my slit, gathering the juices still pooling there. The head catches on my clit with each pass, sending pulses through my overstimulated body.
“Get on with it already,” I hiss, arching into the contact despite myself.
“Impatient,” he murmurs, continuing to coat himself in my arousal. “Maybe I want to savor this moment.”
I roll my eyes, ignoring the way my heart hammers against my ribs. “I'm not begging for shit. And if you don't hurry up, I'll just go grab my dildo. At least it doesn't have a fucking ego.”
Something dangerous flashes in his eyes, and before I can process what's happening, his hand is around my throat.
Not squeezing, just resting there—a gentle pressure that makes it clear he could tighten his grip if he wanted to.
His thumb brushes over my pulse point, feeling it jump beneath his touch.
His eyes flash, something primal and possessive darkening them. “Yeah? Tell me about this dildo.”
“It's pink,” I say, just to be contrary. “And it doesn't talk back.”
He increases the pressure slightly, the head of his cock notching just inside me before retreating. The teasing is maddening, my pussy clenching around nothing with each shallow almost-penetration.
“Your toy make you squirt like I do?” he asks, voice deceptively casual as he continues to torture me with these barely there thrusts.
“Jesus Christ,” I mutter, wiggling my hips to try and force him deeper. “Are you going to fuck me or just rub your dickhead on me all night?”
His grip tightens around my throat, but I can still breathe. Not a trace of panic can be felt in my body.
“You sure about this?” he asks, voice low and rough, his cock still teasing at my entrance.
I couldn't speak if I tried, my throat suddenly dry as sand. All I can do is nod, a jerky movement against the pressure of his hand.
It's all the permission he needs.
With one powerful thrust, Riggs buries himself to the hilt inside me.
The sudden intrusion making me gasp. The stretch and burn are fucking intense—he's so fucking big, filling me so completely that I can't tell where I end and he begins.
My walls clench around him involuntarily, trying to adjust to the invasion.
“Fuuuck,” I choke out, my eyes rolling back as tears spring to the corners, one escaping to trail down my temple and into my hair.
Riggs goes completely still above me, his body rigid with the effort of not moving. His hand leaves my throat to cup my face, thumb gently wiping away a tear.
“Fuck, are you okay, baby?” he asks, concern etched into every line of his face. “Did I hurt you? We can stop?—”
“Fuck,” I choke out, blinking away the moisture in my eyes. “It's been a fucking while, that's all.”
His face softens for a split second before that cocky smirk returns. “Who knew the golden boy of St. James had a big ol' dick, right?”
“Shut up,” I gasp, but there's no bite to it. My body is slowly adjusting to the intrusion, the initial burn fading into a delicious fullness. “Just…go slow at first.”
Riggs grins down at me, a predatory flash of teeth that sends a shiver racing down my spine. “Don't worry, nightmare. I'll make sure you're nice and ready before I wreck you.”
He pulls out slowly, the drag of his cock against my walls making me shudder. When just the head remains inside, he pushes back in with the same controlled pace.
Each stroke becomes easier than the last as my body adjusts to his size. The discomfort transforms into pleasure, building with every measured thrust until I'm arching into him, silently begging for more.
“Faster,” I demand, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “I'm not made of fucking glass.”
Riggs pulls back to look at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that steals my breath. “You sure? Because once I really start, I don't know if I can stop.”
“Then don't fucking stop,” I snarl, digging my nails into his shoulders hard enough to leave half-moon indentations. “Fuck me like you mean it, Rhodes. I won't break.”
His next thrust is brutal, the force of it shoving me up the bed. Before I can catch my breath, he's doing it again, and again, setting a punishing rhythm that has the headboard slamming against the wall.
“This what you wanted?” he growls, fingers digging into my hips with bruising force. “Wanted me to fuck you like I own you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, the word torn from my throat. “Fuck yes.”
I rake my nails down his back, feeling the skin break beneath my fingers. Riggs hisses but doesn't slow his pace, just fucks into me harder in retaliation.
“Marking me up,” Riggs growls, slamming into me with enough force to make the cheap bed frame creak in protest. “Fucking claiming me.”
“You started it,” I gasp, lifting my hips to meet each brutal thrust. My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending raw and exposed.
“Yeah, I fucking did,” he says, one hand leaving my hip to slide up my body. His fingers find my throat again, wrapping around it with just enough pressure to remind me he could cut off my air if he wanted to. “And I'll fucking finish it too.”
My pussy clenches around him at the threat, a fresh wave of wetness easing his way.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he groans, adjusting the angle of his hips. The head of his cock drags across that perfect spot inside me with each thrust, making my vision blur at the edges. “Your pussy's strangling my cock.”
I arch my back, trying to take him deeper. “Harder,” I demand, my voice raspy under the pressure of his hand. “Make it hurt.”
Riggs' eyes flash with something dangerous. “You want it to hurt?” His voice drops an octave, becoming something almost unrecognizable. “I'll give you pain, nightmare.”
He pulls out completely, the sudden emptiness making me whimper despite myself. Before I can protest, he flips me over, his strong hands manhandling me like I weigh nothing. My face is shoved into the mattress, ass pulled high in the air.
“This what you want?” he growls, one hand splayed across my lower back, holding me down. “Want me to fuck you like the animal you make me?”
I turn my head to the side, gasping for air. “Stop talking about it and fucking do it already.”
The sharp crack of his palm against my ass echoes through the room, the sting making me jerk forward with a shocked cry. Heat blooms across my skin, radiating outward from the point of impact.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” he warns, but there's a dark pleasure in his voice. He delivers another stinging slap to my other cheek, and I bite down on the sheets to keep from moaning.
His cock nudges at my entrance again, the head pushing just past my swollen lips before retreating. The teasing is maddening, making me squirm and push back against him.
“Fucking tease,” I hiss.