34. CHAPTER THIRTY
Oh, hell to the no…
I elbow him in the ribs and take off back to my car.
“I thought you wanted to play with me, Gemma?” he snarls, catching up to me.
“Just can’t make it easy for you,” I grind out, not knowing if we are playing a game.
We have to be. Right?
“I’m playing to win.” He yanks me toward the brush a few feet beyond the shoulder. His skin burns hot against my arms as he flips me over. “Get down. On your hands and knees.”
I stiffen, my eyes on my car. I tried to run for it once, but he caught me. He’ll catch me again.
Warm breath fans my ear. “Use your safe word if you don’t want this.”
The knot in my stomach immediately loosens, his words a soothing balm. Just enough to wash away the fear and let the scorching thrill overtake me. Even if the strength of his fingers around the back of my neck signals he’s still fully in control. His other hand winds around my waist, his chest pressed into my back.
His hands creep toward my panties as I struggle against his hold, but he’s too strong.
He thrusts a finger inside me. “You’re wet for me. I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk.”
When he leans on me from behind, sniffing my hair, I hear an audible swallow. I’m not sure what’s happening, until he clears his throat.
I reach behind me, knocking into a massive thick dick. Unable to resist, I palm the hot length, my fingers tightening.
With my skin on his, Johnny turns utterly feral on me and nudges my knees apart, exposing my freshly waxed sex. My knees dig into the cold, hard ground littered with dead leaves and sticks. Cool air tickles my ass as Johnny lifts the bottom of my dress.
“Hold still.” His fingers dance up my spine, the heat of his skin warming me up.
The width of his thighs spread me open even wider. Being at his mercy with that fiery touch makes me grow wetter.
He wedges the rear string of my thong out of my crack and teases my back hole with the pad of one finger. “Fuck, I’m taking this arse. Hard.”
“Hard?” I squeak.
With one yank, he rips my lace thong off me.
The fabric tearing sears into my soul, switching on a setting of animalistic lust I didn’t know I had in me.
The remorseless shredding signals his aggression and it’s driving me crazy. But it also feels practiced, as bone-deep jealousy sours my stomach. How many times has he done this? Why should I care? But I do.
I’m nothing to him. An anonymous fuck.
With my torn thong in his grasp, he inhales the fabric deeply and growls, “You’re dripping for me, slut.”
His fingers find my clit, and he applies pressure, his lips grazing the shell of my ear.
“You’re mine now. You understand that? I call the shots. And you’re going to fucking come all over my dick, be my plaything tonight.”
His voice is so rich. But with no sexy pitches like Eoghan’s brogue. My body is still on fire for Johnny.
My sex clenches, feeling his fingers slide between my butt cheeks until they find my folds.
He pumps in and out of me in a hypnotic rhythm. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
I hold my breath, waiting for him to breach me completely. My head turns to catch sight of him, and I lose my breath, seeing this hulking figure kneeling behind me.
“Please.” I keep my eyes on his muscular physique.
A third finger enters me as he finger-fucks me at a relentless pace, but just when I’m about to come, both hands leave my body.
I twist around to catch him slicing open a gold square with his teeth.
Trojan…
“You like watching me, don’t you, slut?” He fists a cock that looks bigger than eight and a half inches.
From this angle, my watery eyes, and the spectacularly heightened tension from being dragged over here, who knows. Eoghan’s length challenged my sense of gravity and he needed those Durex Airs I found in my bathroom. Condoms designed for massive cocks.
Eight and a half inches is still impressive.
“Please,” I whine, unable to take it, pushing against his hips, needing him to fill me with every inch of that thing.
“Begging? Good little slut.” He grips my hair as the head of his sheathed cock nudges my entrance.
He slams inside me.
“Ahhhh,” I grunt, seeing see stars from the fullness and salaciousness of being so open.
The lack of resistance from my dripping arousal sucks him deep inside me, and a blast of pleasure takes hold of me.
I feel the edge of his control. Our breathing is practically synchronized.
He spreads me wide, my ass on display for him. “This fucking hole is mine, too.”
His thumb presses on my ring of sensitive nerves, and I make a noise I’m not sure sounds human.
I shudder, my shoulders wobbling. “God, yes. My ass is yours.”
I want it because it’s wrong. It’s filthy.
“Careful what you promise me.”
The air thickens around us as Johnny impales me with swift strokes. “I’m going to show you what happens when you play with fire. You get fucked until you’re raw.”
“God, yes. Please. Don’t stop.”
Johnny growls, as he pounds me with his thick, impossible length. “You’ll take all of me like a good little slut.”
My nipples tighten to painful peaks against the T-shirt dress.
Slut…
Christ, that’s me.
A dirty slut.
Andthe first orgasmic wave steals my breath.
“Oh fuck, yeah. Come around my cock, you little cum slut.”
Holding my hips, he settles into a vicious rhythm that drags every engorged inch of him across my sex, his length hitting the end of me. The thickness and protruding veins heighten every sensation. His rough thrusts build the friction between my legs, splitting me even wider.
I convulse uncontrollably while his cock fucks me relentlessly. He grunts with every pump into my pulsing flesh.
“What a slut, taking a stranger in your cunt like this. You need to be spanked.” He slides my dress off leaving me naked.
A quick slap hits my right ass cheek, and I howl from the surprise sting.
“That’s right. Cry out,” Johnny groans, pumping ruthlessly. “I’ll only fuck you harder.”
“John,” I whimper, my voice a high-pitched whimper.
My muscles spasm again and my core tightens around his stiff length.
“I never felt anything like this tight pussy.” He slows his thrusts into an agonizing tease. Inch by inch, before ramming back inside me. “Now take me deeper, don’t fight it.”
“Won’t…fight.”
I keep pulsing around him, it won’t stop.
“Squeeze me, you slut.” The savage edge of his voice matches his frenzied fucking.
All I can do is stay on my hands and knees and take the brutal pounding. I’ve completely surrendered to this man. With every hard thrust, I whimper like a squeaky toy.
Everything spins and I can’t breathe.
I might be sore tomorrow from these punishing thrusts, but I don’t give a damn. This is my turn to shine.
Oh yeah, sparkles?
Shut up, Eoghan!
Johnny’s fingers swirl over my swollen clit. “Fuck, so wet and used. Now your ass is mine.”
Adrenaline soars through my body. I should be terrified. A week ago, I was a virgin, using the head of a vibrator to excite my clit.
Then Eoghan tore away my virtue, and now I’m fucking a stranger.
Johnny pulls out of my pussy, sloshing wetness punctuating the silence of the desert that only whistles from sharp intermittent gusts of wind.
He pushes my body down by my lower back, my hands barely catching the ground. I’m flat on the dusty plain. This drives a different sensation through me. While on my hands and knees, I still felt like I had control.
Flush to the ground is more…visceral. God, yes, this is what I want, what I really crave.
The snap of a tube cap drags my attention away, and Johnny grips one ass cheek, spreading me. I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life, but I’m clenching again.
Liquid spills into my crack.
“Who does this hole belong to?” he howls, his voice cracking.
Somethings different, theres a shift, like he’s in pain.
“Every hole is yours.” Eoghan, my brain adds.
Why am I thinking of him?
Stop.
“Please fuck me there. Please,” I whimper, thinking another man’s dick will release me from the agony of wanting Eoghan.
Johnny goes still, his breathing sharp ragged swipes of air. Blunt fingers dig harder into my ass. Muttered curses mix with heavy breaths, followed by the snapping of the condom.
Off.
What?
“No,” he grunts and backs away. “Save that for someone who…”
He leaves me on the ground a wrung-out mess, my legs spread, my lubed-up ass on display.
“What? Someone who what?”
Pushing his dick into his pants, he mutters, “Go home, slut.”
Roadside gravel crunches under his shoes as he backs up further, and finally walks to his car.
I sit up and watch him, my eyes adjusting with the help of some moonlight. Through warm stinging tears I can’t control, I see him lift off the mask. I’m sure wearing one annoyed him. He shakes his head, and a rumple of glossy waves fall rakishly over his ears.
He feels more real right now.
A real man and not a fantasy fuck.
I fix my gaze on his face, slightly lit up by his car’s interior light. But a part of me doesn’t want to see.
Shaking, I slide my dress back on. I get to my feet, laughing nervously that I left my sandals on. With no sight of my thong, I stumble to my car on sore legs as the roar of Johnny’s engine startles me.
His headlights shine across my used and tender body.
He can see me. All of me, my face, even my tears. But I can’t see anything discernable about him.
His car screeches in reverse and then peels away after burning rubber to swing around and drive off. Is he seriously just leaving me here like this?
It’s a hook up, not a date.
In my car with the engine started, I make a wide U-Turn. Tears flow heavily now as regret pounds at me. But I wanted this. And I hate that I want more, but I think he…
I think I wanted too much from him.
That has me laughing and crying at the same time. Emotion overload, my body doesn’t know what it wants.
You want me, sparkles…
“Shut up, Eoghan,” I yell into the void.
Veering back onto the main road, I’m startled when a car swings out from the service road beyond the gas station after I pass.
Johnny…
He’s following me.
It’s a long drive back into the city. The forty-five-minute ride rattles my nerves as I keep checking those blinding headlights in my rear view.
Back in Las Vegas proper, I expect Johnny to break away to someplace else. Home. A casino. A strip club.
With every turn I make, he follows until we reach my block and he takes off, tires screeching, peeling, burning rubber filling the air. Does he know where I live?
That creeps me out.
I park in my spot, then get out and close my door.
Skipping the walk of shame through my lobby, even though I need to check my mail, my wet, dirty dress, nipples still hard, my body aching for more and I head for the lot access elevator. With my head against the cherry panel, the ride up seven stories is all a blur until I get into my apartment and open the balcony.
I lift my dirty dress off and stand there naked, Johnny’s words haunting me.
Save that for someone who…
Who?
It hits me, how much I want Eoghan. And that I’m falling for him.
No. No. No.
I hope Johnny will see me again because all I can handle is fantastic, emotionless sex.