Chapter Ten #5
“Wait,” I whispered, leaning closer to him without meaning to.
He carried on with his exploration, his hands moving to the waistband of my jeans. My stomach tingled as he undid the button, jerking me to reach up and grab his elbow.
“I can feel how much you want me,” he muttered, the helmet brushing against my head, “since the day you saved my fucking life. I hate you, with everything in me, but I want to sink my cock deep inside your pussy.”
My breath hitched in my throat.
“So I'm going to,” his deep voice rasped.
I gasped loudly when he got hold of my waistband, pulling my jeans and panties roughly down my legs.
My breath was fast, my pussy wet. I wanted to push him away, to say no.
It wasn't the right time or place… it wasn't... he was my enemy, he…
dropped to his knees in front of me and took hold of my boot.
I kept my foot planted firmly on the floor, resisting as he pulled hard, eventually forcing it up.
With a satisfied grunt, he tugged the boot off and released my jeans, yanking until they left one ankle free.
Standing, he reached for his own jeans and undid the button, pushing them down with his briefs. I shook my head and raised my hands when his long hard cock burst free.
He placed a hand over my mouth before using his free hand to brush down my pelvic bone, slipping his fingers into my slit and circling my clit.
I shuddered and reached for him. To push him away…
except, when my hand wrapped around his wrist and squeezed tight, I didn't push…
I just froze as the tingles had me panting.
“You're so wet,” he mumbled, “so ready for me.”
I leaned closer to him, despite the urge to push him away. The heat of the small room, the dim light and the adrenaline was toxic. Sparks started in my clit, building as he released my mouth and squeezed my ass cheek.
“I need to be inside you.” Air wafted around my pussy as he pulled away and spun me. “Hold onto the shelving.”
“No,” I whimpered, grunting when he shoved me forward and spread my legs apart.
My knees wobbled and I grasped the metal shelving for support. I could’ve clenched my thighs together or at least tried, but I was pretty helpless.
His cock nudged my entrance and I gasped, electric shocks vibrating through my pussy. No, I shouldn’t want this, I hated him. Except, why was I so slick?
“You have two seconds to say no again,” he muttered near my ear.
Silence stretched as I inhaled, ready to speak.
“One. Two.”
Moth slid his cock right up inside me and I clenched the metal frame, a groan escaping me. My walls were stretched around his girth, drinking him thirstily when he pulled out and pushed back in again, leaning over my back and wrapping an arm around my waist.
The pounding grew rough and I rocked forward, trying to resist the urge to press my ass back onto him.
“That’s it,” Moth hissed in my ear, heightening the intensity, “fucking take it.”
My brain knew it should be disgusted, even though I’d been the one to get a hard on first. And yet, my body thrummed against the onslaught. Principal and morals would be remembered later. For now, my pussy wasn’t allowing me to say no.
I clenched down on my tongue to stop a pleasurable moan as he thrust in and out, his own grunting low in his throat.
His hand slipped between my legs from the front, his fingers swirling on my clit.
The sensitive spot instantly tingled, the pleasure building as he gripped my hips and blasted into me, his cock hitting so hard, I almost smashed my head against the shelves.
“Take. It!” Moth ground out through his teeth.
His words sent me over the edge and my orgasm exploded from me. I groaned low and long in my throat as sparks shot throughout my body, the pleasure rippling over my skin.
Moth pulled out and grunted behind me. A splash of liquid hit the floor at my feet and I stood up, avoiding his cum as it erupted from his hard cock.
Fumbling with my jeans, I pulled them back on with shaky hands.
Zipping them up, I pressed myself against the wall, watching as Moth tucked himself away.
My whole body shook from the intensity of the orgasm…
or maybe it was the dubious nature of our encounter…
or even the fact that Brandon had tried to kill me.
Either way, I had to get out and home, to safety. And I wasn’t sure I could trust Moth to help me anymore.
“I’ll call you a cab,” Moth said, pulling out his phone.
Once he’d arranged the ride, he went to the door and looked over his shoulder. “I’ll wait until the driver is right out front and come get you. There’s a cleaner’s hat there, put it on, just in case Brandon’s hanging around.”
He left quietly and shut the door behind him.
I breathed and leaned on my knees, trying not to panic.
What the fuck had just happened? My worst nightmare – Brandon’s return – had played out at one of my favorite places, and now, Moth had pushed past the hate boundary…
with his cock. And I had no idea where that left me.