19 Kimber #3
His words strike something inside me, a dark little part of my heart that does a really good job avoiding the things I need to do to take care of myself.
I’ve been mostly on my own since my parents moved away, and with no real close friends after high school, it’s been lonely at times.
Sins always provided a sanctuary to make me feel a little less alone.
Rich makes the word sound foreign. Alone. He seems to be determined to ensure that I never feel like I’m on my own ever again.
I kiss him, sliding my arms from his shoulders to around his neck to hold him close. Grinding down harder on his lap, I can feel his cock thickening for me, and I’m not in the mood for our games tonight. I don’t need to be asleep or chased to want him to fuck me; I just want him.
Rich kisses me with the same ferocity, and as he helps me shift around so he can undo his pants it occurs to me how ironic this is: we’re at a sex club where we could do some of the kinkiest shit imaginable, and all we want to do is fuck on this chair on the roof.
I don’t think he has any toys within reach, and I’m going to climb him like a tree if he dares to stand up and find any.
My fingers slide between us to wrap around his cock, and he moans as I drag my thumb across his tip and spread the precum. “There’s my girl.”
I hum, drinking in his praise. “I need you.”
He smirks, and I can still feel him messing around with something as I stroke his cock. Then I hear the sound of foil sliding together, and he tosses the wrapper between us.
A condom. The son of a bitch is using the box he pretended to bring along for stock, and I laugh as I grab the wrapper and undo it.
Rich cups my cheek as I work it down his length, and I’m too eager to care about foreplay for once. I usually need something to get me going, but I’m wet enough right now that I have no doubt he can slide inside me with ease.
Once the condom is in place, he grips my neck and forces my attention back to his face. I lift my hips as he fists his cock above my hand, guiding his trip to my entrance. “I might not be able to make you scream up here like I can in the woods, but you’re still going to break for me, Dreamer.”
He slams me down in his length in one go, and I throw my head back to let out a breathless gasp.
His grip on my neck tightens, making my eyes roll, and I hook one arm behind his neck so I don't have to care about balancing.
The other, shoved out of the way when he made me take all of him at once, presses to his toned stomach.
Rich growls, gripping my hand tight as he begins to move. “Feel that?”
My breath catches as he begins to pound into me, forcing me to take him deeper with each stroke as he stretches me wide. I try and nod as he fucks me, the sheer force of his thrusts making it hard to get my bearings. It’s deliciously rough, and I have to bite my tongue before I beg for more.
“You’ll never have to remember another name,” he continues, hitting that spot inside me that makes my mind blank.
I whimper, trying to keep from screaming out my pleasure like I really want to, because the club has a rule about that.
It draws too much attention to passersby down on the street. “Because I’m never letting you go.”
His grip flutters over my neck, and I drop my head back and just let him fuck into me, rocking my hips in time with his. It’s mindless and rough, and I need him to need me this badly. As much as it makes me feel selfish, I want someone to be absolutely obsessed with me to the point of keeping me.
I want Rich.
A sharp sting against my clit makes me cry out, and it snaps me out of the daze. His hand is gone from my stomach, and I realize he slapped my clit when I got lost in the moment. “Stay here with me, Dreamer.”
It’s almost sweet. It’s none of the down and dirty talk from before, and for some reason, it makes my heart swell. I grab his shoulders with both hands, trying to pick up my speed to match his thrusts, and wiggle until I can look down at him again.
Biting my lip, I can feel the orgasm building. It’s not going to be multiples this time, but that’s okay. I’m just fucking thrilled he’s here with me, at S&S. “Only you.”
His eyes darken, and he tightens his grip on my throat. I gasp as he quickens his thrusts, dragging me down so we’re breathing against each other as he fucks me.
His tongue darts out, licking the side of my face. “Only me.”
I think I black out, I’m not entirely sure.
His grip goes impossibly tight and I see spots, the orgasm hitting me at the same time that everything goes black for a moment.
I didn’t expect it to hit so hard, but I feel his other hand pressing to my mouth, and I assume I tried to scream.
I might’ve screamed, actually. I can’t remember if a sound slipped out or not.
When my vision clears up and the spots start to fade, he’s kissing my face.
I can still feel him buried inside me, choking to catch my breath, and he just hums and keeps going.
He trails the kisses back until he reaches my lips, pausing just long enough to speak and shatter the last bit of me that’s always debating if I should run when things get serious.
“Anyone can fuck you. Only I get to love you.”