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I lean into him further, needing his mouth on me, having flashbacks of how he used to make me cum all over his face, just because he could. I was very inexperienced, and he knew what the hell he was doing and used his skills to his advantage, bringing me apart every chance he got. My hands lace through his hair, and I hold on.
He eats me with the furious starvation of a hungry lion, using his skilled tongue. He sucks on my clit as he pushes two fingers inside of me roughly. The combination has me coming undone in an embarrassingly short amount of time. “Brandon, yes, more! Don’t stop,” I call into the room on repeat as he continues devouring me.
When he’s done, my entire body quivers with the undeniable elation of being taken to the heights of euphoria. He must notice I’m unable to move on my own anymore, because before I know it, I’m being scooped up in his powerful arms and carried to the bed. He places me down with such precision, like I’m made of fine china, and I will break if he doesn’t handle me with care. Which, after how he just fucked me with his fingers, is surprising.
I watch in delight as he removes his pants and briefs. I let out a small gasp at the sight of his dick springing free. Hard, long, and thick, he’s one blessed man, and I should know. He strokes himself, the look in his eyes pure sin, and I smile, knowing I’m about to be fucked senseless. He rolls on a condom, and I try not to think about the past.
Live in the moment, Cassie. Tonight is about coming alive again. Thinking about the past will only drag you back to dark places.
“Brandon,” I purr, hardly even recognizing my voice.
“Yes, Shortcake?”
“I need you to dominate me. Fuck me harder than you have ever fucked anyone. I want to feel how much you’ve missed me. Make up for every second we’ve been apart,” I beg him, and I’m not just saying it to try to be sexy or because I think it’s what he wants to hear. It’s not because I know what he likes. This is because I need it. If he hurts me, all the better. I want to feel it, every last pump. Pleasure, pain, I need it all tonight. That way, this will be real.
He smirks, dark and sexy as hell. “Your wish is my command, my beautiful girl.” He climbs over me, his massive frame caging me in as he watches me, eye to eye. “Just so you know, that was my plan all along. I’m going to give it to you so good you’re going to still be able to feel me deep inside of you a week from now.”
His crude words give me a shiver. “Fuck, I hope so,” I whimper.
He presses his hard dick into my pubic bone, letting me feel just how stiff he is for me. “You have turned into one dirty little girl, haven’t you, Shortcake?”
I rock my hips toward him. He’s taking too long, making me wait. “I learned from the master.” I smirk because it’s true. But in saying that, he doesn’t know the half of just how dirty I have become. With my fucked-up brain, it’s become a necessity.
He pushes my legs farther apart, lining himself up with me, filling me in one deep thrust. I cry out a gasp as the wind is knocked from my lungs. And he looks at me, a glimpse of worry in his features. He talks dirty, but there is no way he wants to hurt me.
“No, give it to me,” I demand, not wanting him to be afraid. “You’re in charge here, and I want everything you can give me. I need it,” I beg. I know I’m a freak for wanting the pain, but I crave it from him.
He slides through my wet pussy, diving in again. This time, I raise my hips to meet him. I bite into my lip as he moves, hard enough it draws blood, the metallic tang filling my mouth. He drops his head, kissing me, tasting my blood and kissing away the pain that has clouded anything good in my life for way too long.
For the first time since I was last with him, I feel connected with another human again. Like this is the right time and place for me. I’m supposed to be here doing this. The turbulence and uncertainty I have felt for way too long is fading away, and all I can see is him. All I can feel is his body connecting with mine in the most delicious way. This is what I have needed.
And now that I have experienced it again, I want to stay here with him in this moment forever.
BRANDON
I LIE ON THE bed next to my girl. She’s back where she should be, in my arms, her head cradled in the crook of my shoulder. Sweat rolls down my forehead, and she’s panting, trying to catch her breath after being thoroughly fucked. “Are you okay?” I ask her, worried I might have gone too far, even though it was what she asked for.
“What do you mean? Are you fishing for more compliments?” She tries to smile, but I can see it’s not genuine; she’s in her head again, already pulling away from me and shutting me out.
“No, I mean that was pretty intense. Did I hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” She moves away from me, sitting up on the edge of the bed.
I reach out for her, forcing her to turn back to me, our eyes locking. Hers are glassy, like she’s about to cry. Fuck, I was too rough and hurt her. "You’re not alright, are you? I went too hard."
“You didn’t hurt me any more than I wanted. I’m just fucked up in the head.” She shakes her head, pulling away from me and slipping from the bed. She takes a robe from the chair and wraps it around her body, covering herself up.
She’s fucked up in the head? “What does that even mean?” I ask, needing to know. I have seen the differences in her; there is darkness behind her smile, one that holds her shattered dreams. I know whatever she went through wasn’t good or she would have been dancing the way she wanted to. But she won’t open up to me and share what happened, so I can help her.
“Don’t worry about it, not your problem,” she mutters, as if I wouldn’t give a shit about her feelings anyway.
I get out of bed and follow her, pulling her back into me so I’m hugging her from behind. I want her to know I’m here for her. “What if I wanted it to be my problem?” I whisper into her neck. “I never stopped caring about you, Cassie. I can see you're hurting. Let me be the person to help you.”
“I wanted the pain so I could feel alive again,” she whispers.
“I don’t understand what you mean.”
“Don’t worry about it. I knew you wouldn’t get it.” She tries to pull away from me, but I hold her closer. She’s not getting away from me that easily. If we are going to make this work, we need to communicate, and she has to let me in.
