Chapter 31 – Anna #2
Eventually, he pulled away. With a firm hand in the center of my chest he urged me onto the bed.
I sat at first, but then he pushed me down on to my back.
His hands went to my panties and he pulled them down my legs until I was laid out, completely naked before him while he stood over me looking down at me.
He made a sound in the back of his throat I didn’t recognize. Something like a satisfied growl.
Given he was still in his jeans and thermal, it seemed entirely unfair.
“You,” I said, not entirely able to form complete thoughts.
He knew what I meant. He shucked out of his shirt first, then reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out a strip of condoms he tossed on the bed. Distracted, I turned to them and thought how surreal all this was.
E.G. wanted to have sex with me. He planned to have sex with me. He’d bought condoms despite not having sex for years. Had he known it, too? That this had always been inevitable?
When had he bought the condoms?
A rustling sound captured my attention and once again I was looking at him. Only this time, he was naked and he was holding his erection in his right hand.
“Still okay?” he asked me.
I’d seen dicks before. Ironically, not Connor’s, the boy who I’d had sex with. We’d been teenagers and it had been all shadows in a dark bedroom, almost hiding from each other while we did it.
But you didn’t live on the street for any length of time and not see dicks.
Only, I’d never seen one with such intentions toward me before. I thought that might be awkward, too. Seeing E.G. naked. As if he might be someone else to me if he wasn’t wearing clothes, glasses and situated behind two large monitors.
But no. He was still himself. Hard. Intimidating. Formidable.
Unconsciously, I spread my legs on the bed to make room for him and he made that sound in the back of his throat again, but instead of getting on top of the bed with me, he dropped to his knees on the floor and then used my legs to pull me to the edge of the bed.
“What?” I asked.
“I’m going to make you come first,” he muttered, his mouth now super close to my pussy. I had a moment of embarrassment knowing how wet I must be. For him, for this.
“I don’t want that,” I sputtered. “Oral. I don’t want that.” It seemed like too much to handle right to start with. “I just want to do it.”
He ignored me and then I felt his tongue between the slick lips of my pussy.
“Ahhh.”
I didn’t even know what that sound was that I made. Urgent, desperate.
Feral.
I brought my hand up to my mouth and bit down on the pad of my thumb to keep from making it again. Because I had no idea what it felt like to have someone’s mouth at the center of my body like that.
He used his fingers, and there was a sting as I felt him push a second finger deep inside me, even while his tongue was flicking at my clit in a way that made me want to scream. He was relentless. Stroking me inside, then outside. His tongues and fingers felt everywhere.
I was going to come.
I knew what an orgasm was. I’d experimented enough with masturbation since getting my own apartment. Having my own bedroom. The freedom of it had been dizzying.
Sometimes I was successful. Sometimes I wasn’t.
If I thought about E.G. though, if I thought about his voice in my ear, if I thought about him pushing me up against the door of his office and ripping my clothes off…then it always happened.
Like it was happening now. I could feel it. My whole body stretching and tightening around my center.
There!
I bowed my back and bit down on my thumb harder, my legs shook, my toes curled. And then he was there, on the bed, his knees pushing my thighs further apart, when I wanted to squeeze them together.
I heard the sound of the condom wrapper and that’s when I realized my eyes were closed. I opened them to see his hand still wrapped around his erection. The head of his penis was swollen and red. With his other hand, he put the condom on and rolled it over his cock.
“You okay?” he asked me before he went any further.
I nodded.
“Bite your bottom lip, but tell me if this hurts too much and I’ll stop.”
He pushed himself inside me in one hard thrust and I screeched.
“Fuck,” I shouted. Then, because he was close enough, I slapped him on the waist. “Okay, stop. It hurts. It stings.”
He held himself still, but used his hands to pull my hips toward him. My knees were splayed on either side of his hips, he was practically lifting my ass in the air. It made him slide deeper. I twisted my body in a move I believed was designed to dislodge him, but only made him grunt.
“Stay still,” he barked.
“No, I don’t like it.”
“The hard part is over,” he murmured.
“The hard part is definitely not fucking over.”
He had the audacity to laugh.
It filled me. Consumed me. My entire world was centered between my legs and the heat radiating between them. This was nothing like sex with Conner had been. It made me doubt if we actually had done it.
Quickly, I decided I couldn’t do this. He had to leave. My body. My bed. My apartment.
I felt him slide out and all that pressure was suddenly gone.
Yes, that’s it. No more.
Except, then he pushed back inside and it stung again, only this time it felt different. It was like when he pinched my nipples and it hurt and felt good at the same time.
“That’s it,” he muttered, his hands now coming down on either side of my shoulders. “Better?”
“A little,” I acknowledged.
“Want to keep fucking?” he said, as his body continued to rock into mine.
“Yes. Okay. Fucking,” I repeated, my hands reaching for and gripping his hips. At first I thought I could control him. How deep he thrust, how fast he retreated. But I quickly understood that was a delusion.
E.G. was fucking me at his pace, for his pleasure.
For mine.
“Good?”
I blinked. Was he telling me or asking me? I couldn’t distinguish something as simple as good or bad. This was brutal and crushing and so freaking hot. My fingers dug into his tight ass cheeks and I could feel my body tighten again.
Oh, shit. I was going to come again. This time with him inside me.
“E.G.,” I gasped.
“Fuck, yes. Do it. Do it,” his hips were snapping now. Pushing into me, harder and deeper until I could only do as he commanded. I exploded and screamed.
I heard him grunt. Then I heard him say he was sorry.
What? Huh?
His body collapsed on mine, his lips against my neck.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I’m sorry, Allison.”