Chapter 2 #9
A soft gasp left me as he growled at the wetness, his hand pulled away, and then he was there, hard, wet heat bathing the head and me like he’d already found completion pressing its advance.
He was thick, much thicker than I could have imagined but I wanted this— needed him.
Rocking my hips, taking more of him, he stopped, groaned, then growlingly pulled back to press forward, harder, forcing me to take more of him inside of me.
My body tried to fight the invasion, causing him to pause, pull back, and press back home. That pinch of pain struggling to take him just added to all of it.
Little whimpers and needy, pleading sounds escaped me. It felt so good, so right, but god the fit was tight.
Whenever he paused for too long and his odd under the breath muttering started up, I took over working that monster inside of me.
I need him, this, NOW.
Elm tried to hold my hips but just ended up gripping them tight and urging me harder, faster, as he closed his eyes, expression almost looking pained, and mutter-mumbled in his growl-speak.
He was losing the moment, slowing as I fought his hold.
Can’t have that.
Leaning forward, I nipped at his bared chest, his shirt rucked up under his arms, lightly at first, causing him to jump. Bright green eyes shot open as I went back in to bite down a little harder.
With something akin to a roar, he plucked me up, his cock slipping free, and whipped me around.
Dropping us to the floor, he shoved me to my knees, sending me scrambling, hands splaying along the hard wood floor as he jerked me ass up, head down, into position.
Then he was there, draping himself over me.
Thick fingers cupped my shoulder, pressed, effectively pinning me in place.
His breath was hot against my neck as he guided himself back inside of me.
I felt his thickness bumping against me, then pressing. Pulling back with a growl that rattled against my back, he drove home unceremoniously.
Pulling back with a snarl, he drove deeper then. It was at that moment that he bit down on my shoulder.
A sharp, shocked cry left me. It was tinged with pleasure as much as pain as a strange but pleasant warmth washed over me, spreading until the ache between my legs was unbearable.
He held still as I pressed against him, wriggling him deeper inside of me.
When I could feel the backs of my thighs pressing against him, that was when he began to move.
With a snarl, he moved faster and faster, hard enough our bodies slapped loudly as we came together, taking me roughly.
My fingers began curling, nails clawing at the floor as short, shocked cries left me. Before I knew it I was rocking back against him, in time with him, urging him on. More. This just made him more ferocious, until he was pinning me down, teeth burying once more, and screwing my brains out.
A twisted part of me liked it, wondering if he’d mark me again if I kept it up.
I felt claimed, like he was stamping ownership as much as promising to keep me. I couldn’t explain it, but I didn’t want this to end here.
I was held immobile, forced to feel while he fed our pleasure.
The more I tried to fight, the harder he took me.
I felt it building inside me, growing stronger, more insistent, until it exploded.
I was a compliant, simpering puddle of goo as my climax slammed into me.
Even as my sharp cries tapered off into soft mewls, his growls turned to desperate grunts, his hips slamming into me shifting until he was grinding himself against me as I pulsed around him, bumping my clit, hitting that special spot deep inside me that had me climbing again and seeing stars.
I came again with a soft cry, shaking from head to toe in the aftermath as pleasure hit me. My body began to tremble as the pleasure unfurling within me dragged on. It kept going, much like my lover atop me, no sign of stopping.
He was doing that mumbling thing again, releasing my shoulder to mutter atop me as he worked me over.
When Elm finally did find completion, he came with a roar, taking me along, screaming my release, with him. Grinding into me hard, a wave of heat filled me. I shivered in his hold as it bathed my inner walls and began to spill out, too much to contain.
Collapsing atop me, sending me mushing into the hardwood floor, we lay there in a panting heap, replete. If only we could remain so indefinitely, I thought.
I was ready to comment, open my mouth and double check that this was in fact going to happen again, yes? when something shifted in Elm.
Instead of cuddling me to him and getting all lovey dovey once more, his heaving pants slipped into loud gasps, like he was suddenly short of breath.
His movements were jerky as he climbed off of me, leaving me cold and splayed out on the floor.
Rolling to my side, I caught a peek of him gulping audibly, running a hand along his throat with trembling fingers like he’d suddenly found it hard to breathe.
“Elm?” Sitting up, I turned to face him.
Elm’s gaze was glued to a spot on the floor.
“No- No- No mean- No mean to-”
His words stopped me cold. The drops of blood on the spot he couldn’t take his eyes away from and his words combined had me frowning up at him.
“It’s fine,” I said easily. Yes, there was blood streaking that puddle beneath me but it wasn’t the end of the world.
I was fine. I wasn’t about to go any further than that, at least not right now with him acting funny and saying he didn’t mean to.
He didn’t mean to what? Fuck me into the floor?
Have sex with me? Kiss me? Cause some discomfort that for me was worth the pain?
I’d never had sex before and my vibrator certainly wasn’t as big as him or screwing me into the wood floor.
A little pain for a lotta pleasure. I was pretty confident those miniscule bits of red mixed in with his seed were nothing if he’d really meant to hurt me.
To be honest, my shoulder stung more than anything.
“No mean to- No mean to,” he blurted on, eyes wide with terror, like he was afraid of himself? I didn’t know. He was panicking and I was trying not to feel offended. The guy freaking out afterward and mumbling that he didn’t mean to was not how I’d imagined having sex for the first time.
Gaining my feet, nabbing my pants on the way to slip them on, I took Elm’s hands in mine and pressed them between us. “Hey. Talk to me, huh?”
“Elm no mean to- No mean to-” Looking far more troubled than I knew what to do with, Elm quickly shook his head. His gaze caught and held on something and he jerked his hands from mine.
Feeling properly rejected, I took a few healthy steps back.
“You didn’t mean to what?” My voice was cool, calm. I gave myself credit for keeping the hurt I was feeling from entering my voice.
A pained noise huffed out of the giant trembling before me. He’d barely undone his pants for this, opening them enough to free that monster hanging loose and free, still at half mast and covered in the evidence of this supposed atrocity we’d commited.
“Elm?” I tried again. When I went to step towards him, he spied my torn shirt and an ugly noise left him. Pausing as I reached out to him, I ended up wrapping my arms around myself instead.
“No mean to,” he kept on, until I felt my nerves fraying.
Shaking his head, he took a few shuffling steps backwards, bumping into the wall.
Not knowing what else to do, to say, I turned my back to him and gave him an out. “Maybe… maybe you should just leave.”
Expecting him to snap out of it, talk about it, maybe hug it out, I have no clue, something a normal human being might venture to try, mumbling, “‘Kay,” jerking up his pants to hurry and rush out the door, were not it.
“Fine. Fuck you too,” I muttered as I rushed after him to slam the door shut on his cowardly ass and lock it.
I got a few steps into the living room before the sniffles started.
I was angry mad, the kind that makes you cry.
I’m so mad I want to punch something and being denied the pleasure has me weepy. UGH!
Giving in to the urge to scream it out, I sat on the couch, throwing a pillow to the floor in an admittedly childish fit, and I did just that.
The neighbors were in Florida until next month, so no worries there on having unexpected visitors popping in to make sure I was okay. With that thought in mind, I did it again, and again, until all that was left was the stupid eye watering sniffles escaping me unbidden and my panting breaths.
After my fit of pique had come and gone, I was left to sit and think about what had just transpired. Whatever the fuck that was.
A beautiful disaster.
Stomach rumbling, head aching from all the fuss I’d just kicked up, I trudged off to my bedroom to change and then shuffle my way to the kitchen to scrounge up some grub.
Considering my track record for holding onto things far past their expiration date, I was doing a marvelous job of pretending Elm hadn’t just screwed me into my next existence, to then freak out, claim he didn’t mean it in a questionable manner, and hightail it outta here.
He’d stopped hanging out with ME because I was a bad influence? Pfft.
“Maybe they’re all crazy and I’m the sane one,” I muttered as I put on my favorite slippers, freshly redressed, and rummaged around for something to eat. Not two seconds after I’d said it, I snorted.
Fine. Maybe we’re all nuttier than Mom’s special fruitcake recipe. The end.
With a heavy sigh, a crooked smile tipped the corner of my mouth. To quote our favorite childhood story, a buddy read between best friends, “We’re all mad here.”