Then he starts to fuck me.
Slow at first, dragging himself out and sliding back in, like he wants me to feel every single inch. My hands fist in the sheets, my jaw locked tight, but it’s useless. Sounds I’ve never made before are tearing out of my throat with every shift of his hips.
“Look at you,” he pants, leaning down to kiss me between thrusts. “Fucking falling apart.”
I moan into his mouth, biting his lip, but it just makes him grin. He speeds up, thrusting harder, driving deeper into me. My control slips with every movement. Soon my hand is pumping myself. The pleasure almost overwhelming me.
“You like that, baby?” he rasps, voice breaking.
I reply with a needy sound.
His laugh is wrecked, breathless. “I like ruining you.”
And holy fuck, he is.
The bed creaks, our bodies slamming together, the air thick with sweat and the obscene sounds of skin on skin. His muscles flex under my hands when I finally grab his hips, pulling him closer, forcing him to take me harder.
He pulls out quickly, forcing me onto my hands and knees.
“Say you want me,” Leander growls in my ear. His cock rubbing between my ass cheeks.
“I want you.” I push back against him, trying to receive any friction.
His hand wraps around my dick, now slick with lube. I gasp out.
“Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I groan.
His cock presses inside me and even though I’m looser than before it still feels like he’s tearing me in half with just the size of him.
He grips my hair yanking me back to him, my back against his chest slick with sweat. “Say you love me.”
My head lolls against his shoulder, the fullness of him choking me up. “I love you.”
He moans so loud I almost come all over the sheets. Something that makes me want to break apart and rebuild myself in his hands.
He slams into me, over and over, fucking me like he’ll never get another chance. He moans against my neck, gasps my name, and it undoes me completely.
“Lee—fuck—I can’t?—”
“Let go,” he breathes, gripping my shoulders so tight it’ll leave marks. “I’ve got you. Always.”
I come with a broken cry. He positions my cock so the white stream coats my abs and chest. It feels endless, wave after wave ripping through me until I collapse.
He strokes my back. “That’s it,” he murmurs, soft and steady. “Good.”
I’m wrecked, undone, everything inside me turned inside out. And yet for the first time in years, I don’t feel weak. I feel… safe. Wanted. Loved.
But he doesn’t stop. He pushes my body punishingly against the bed. I clench around him, whimpering his name.
Leander sounds like a ruined man. Talking in half sentences and moans. “Oh, fuck. Nix. You feel so...Mmm. Yes. Yes. Fuck, you’re so tight.”
And when Leander finally comes too, gasping my name, clinging to me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive, I know I’ll never be the same again.
He lays on top of me, still not pulling out of me. I can feel him pulsing within me, warm and deep. I can’t move. My body feels like it’s been stripped down and rebuilt, every nerve fried, every muscle trembling.
Leander rolls off of me with a satisfied sigh.
