2. Maya
MAYA
I’m still kneeling on the floor as he pushes his hand into my hair, drawing me in close to him. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I rest my hands on his arms, feeling the flex of muscle beneath his blazer.
My heart flips in my chest. God, if I wasn’t already convinced that this man was capable of doing just about anything he wanted to me, that feeling would have been enough to assure me...
He pulls me on to his lap in one swift motion, grabbing my legs so that they’re settled on either side of him, his hands grasping for my hips as he flattens his palm to the small of my back and kisses me harder.
I can smell the tang of his blood in the air, but it only serves to intensify my need, a reminder of how close I came to having all choices taken from me.
Now, I can choose anything I want. And I want him.
His erection strains against me through his pants, and I sink myself down on top of him, letting out a slight moan into his mouth.
“I can think of a few ways you could thank me,” he growls against my mouth, and I giggle, a flood of giddy excitement getting the better of me.
I run my nails across his scalp, pulling back for a moment to look into those piercing blue eyes, and I swear, I could have lost myself to them entirely if he had not kissed me again.
And this time, he’s rough with me. It’s like he wants to see just how far he can push me, just what he can coax out of me, and I’m almost as thrilled at finding out as he is.
He pushes his hips into mine, pulling me down roughly on top of him so I can feel the strain of his erection through his pants.
“How do you want me to thank you?” I ask him, looping my arms around him, playing innocent. Truthfully, I want to hear him tell me what he wants—I love the way his voice sounds when it darkens, when everything he needs from me gets the better of him.
“You could climb on my cock,” he tells me, brushing his lips against mine. “And ride me till I’m satisfied.”
I bite my lip, a warmth rising between my thighs. Fuck, I want him. And the thought of taking him right here, right now, right in my living room, the blood from the man he fought off still sprayed on his skin...
It’s hot in a way I cannot put into words.
I slide my hand down his lower belly, across his belt, letting it stray briefly over his erection. He grunts, pushing himself up and into my hand, and gropes for my ass.
“Get these off,” he mutters, pulling at my jeans. “Now.”
His command has an entirely different meaning now that I’m on top of him, and I fulfill his request, rising up just far enough that I can undo the button and wriggle out of my jeans. He cocks an eyebrow as I settle back down on him.
“You think I want you in panties?”
I’m about to strip myself of them, too—but before I can, he slips a hand between my legs, grasping my underwear and tearing it away in a single motion, tossing it to the ground beside us.
“Much better,” he mutters, slipping his hand between my slick pussy lips. It must be the adrenaline of everything that has happened tonight, because I’m already soaked, my body written with the sheer intensity of my need for him. My eyes grow a little hazy as he teases at the entrance of my slit.
“Shirt off,” he orders me, as he slides one finger inside of me. I groan, my mind distracted by the pleasure, but he repeats himself, a little sharper this time.
I strip it off, this time taking my bra with it since he seems so opposed to anything standing between him and my naked body.
And, as he gently laps his fingers at my slit, coaxing out my aching wetness a little further, I realize I’m entirely naked there on top of him, utterly and completely exposed.
I wrap my arms around myself, suddenly a little self-conscious, but he swiftly grasps them and spreads them open, pinning them to my side as he releases the pressure between my thighs.
“Let me see you,” he tells me, and the way his eyes burn into mine, I know I can do nothing at all but give him what he wants.
Hell, he could ask me for anything right now, and I would be helpless to deny it.
His fingers lace through mine as his gaze rakes over my body, drinking me in appreciatively. My nipples swell, my body tingling from head to toe as I wait for him to gift me something more.
He leans down to draw one nipple in between his lips, baring his teeth for just a split second and making me gasp with pleasure and pain. His hand grasps for my bare hip, and I’m half-aware of the fact that he will likely leave marks just the same way the man downstairs did.
But this is different. This is because I want it, because I let him, because I kissed him, and I refuse to let a damn thing in the world change it.
He moves to my other breast, once again letting his teeth snag at my skin, as his hand moves to his belt to draw his erection out from inside the confines of his pants. In the dim light, I glance down and catch a glimpse of him, my eyes widening when I see the sheer size of him on display.
There’s a drop of pre-cum glistening at the tip of his cock, a sure sign that he wants this just as fucking badly as I do. He grasps my hip to guide me on top of him, hovering me just a few inches above his cock.
“You going to make good on that promise to thank me?” he teases, eyebrow cocking slightly.
I slip my arms around his shoulders and let myself down on top of him as an answer, his jaw tensing for just a moment as I envelop him with my pussy for the first time.
I moan, the shock of being spread open like this something I have not felt in so long—that craving, deep inside, finally sated, as hard as it has been to understand where exactly it came from.
He lets me sink my full weight down on top of him, laying his head back on the couch behind him, drinking in the sight of me.
“Fuck, that pussy feels so good around my cock,” he groans, hand on the small of my back once more as he guides me in slow motion to ride him. “You’re soaked for me, baby...”
I let out a little whimper in response, that pet name enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I shouldn’t be doing this, I know I shouldn’t, not when I know so little about him, not when he knows so little about me.
But, as he moves himself inside of me in deep, slow strokes, it pushes out every inch of doubt that might have caused me to second-guess myself, and I let the pleasure consume me entirely.
He continues to murmur encouragement to me, filthy words of appreciation passing his lips as I move on top of him.
I’m vaguely aware of them, but more of them rumble of his voice echoing up and through my system, that distinct, demanding want that pushes everything else out of my mind.
His hands guide me, getting me to ride him just as he wants me to, and there’s nothing I can do but just let him have what he craves from me.
If this is how he accepts gratitude, then I’ll give him every inch of me—and take every inch of him in return.
Eventually, he slows me slightly, forcing my gaze back to his as my eyes begin to find their focus again.
“Your pussy is perfect, baby,” he tells me softly, dragging his lips across my chin. I gasp, another shock of pleasure pulsing through me, and I can feel him grinning against my skin. “But I think I should call the shots, huh?”
And before I can respond, he grasps me around the back and rises to his feet, not breaking our intimate connection for a moment as he carries me over to the bed and tosses me down on top of it.
He slams himself deep into me as he sinks his full weight on to me, splitting my legs open wide and guiding them around himself so that he can slide his entire length into me.
The fresh angle allows him to grind against my clit with every thrust, and the pleasure that’s beginning to take hold of me finally starts to crest to a near-impossible height.
I’m grasping for him, hands running down his back, pulling him deeper and deeper onto me and into me as if there is nothing I want more than to feel his body claim mine.
I run my hands through his hair, pulling his face to mine once more so that I can kiss him, and I swear he lets his teeth catch against me deliberately, as though to test just how much pleasure and just how much pain I can stand before I give in...
And, as he plunges himself into me over and over again, claiming me right there on the very same bed I woke up alone in this morning, I hear his voice in my ear once more.
“Come on, baby,” he growls to me, biting down on my lobe lightly, drawing another gasp from between my lips. “I want to feel you come...”
And that’s all I need to push me over the edge and into my release.
My thighs trembling on either side of him, the flood of sensation gets the better of me as I reach my release, cresting there right at the very top before I go crashing down the other side, a flurry of curse words escaping my lips as I give up on trying to contain myself.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whimper, as he drives himself deep one last time, a grin on his face as he presses himself against my ear.
“That’s my girl,” he tells me, stirring his hips against mine as though coaxing out every last drop of pleasure left in my system. “Let me feel that pretty pussy around my cock...”
His dirty talk draws out my climax for another few moments, and I cup his face in my hand, searching for his eyes through my bleary vision.
I feel the warmth of his seed as he finishes inside of me, driving himself deep one last time into me as if he wants to mark me as his without any shadow of a doubt.
My thighs squeeze around him, and I draw him in a little deeper, needing more of him, needing as much of him as I can get, because right now, I will not settle for less.
He stills and, for just a moment, he does not make any move to pull back. As if he is exactly where he wants to be. As if he knows as well as I do that, when he pulls back, all of this is going to be over, and neither of us want to admit to it yet.
He circles his arms around me as his cock twitches a few more times deep inside of me, filling the deepest parts of me with himself. I sink back into the covers, my eyes heavy, the sudden exhaustion from everything that has happened getting the better of me.
He slowly untangles himself from my body, taking his time as if he is worried he might break me if he moves too quickly.
I turn on to my side, still naked, my uneven and slightly lumpy covers half-tossed across my exposed body. I feel a hand on my waist, tracing down to my thigh, and he straightens up and out of the bed.
I think, for a moment, of asking him to stay, but I doubt that it would make much of a difference. Frankly, I don’t think what we shared is the kind of thing that would benefit from more.
I feel a pressure against my temple, one last kiss before he walks out of the door, and I listen until his footsteps retreat from the apartment once again. My body feels spent, the excitement of everything that’s happened today enough to render sleep the only thing I can think about.
I tuck my knees into my chest, too tired to think of anything.
Softly and quickly, I sink in to sleep, and I let my entire being rest for the night. Tomorrow, I can deal with whatever comes next, but right now, all that matters is the feel of my head on the pillow, and the waves of pleasure still coursing through my body.
And if I never see that man again...
At least he has left me with plenty to remember him by.