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He slides out of me, and a breath rushes from me. It hurts so God damn bad. He slides back in, and it hurts even more. He fucks me, hard, fast, rocking my body with each thrust, but his hands on my hips make me come back on him, granting me no mercy, no reprieve. All I can do is feel the tears spill out of my eyes, falling sideways over my face until they hit the carpet as he slams into me over and over.
Then it begins, the pleasure. It's hard to find through the pain, but it's there. It mingles with the pain, a spark here and there, promising me more if I just give in to it. I do. I relax more, I arch my back, my fingers laying on the carpet instead of gripping it for dear life. The pleasure starts to overtake the pain, licking upmy spine every time he enters me, making the tension coil in my clit, turning my groans and hisses into moans and breathy sighs.
"God, you feel so fucking good," he grunts above me.
My only words are, "More. More."
Because I need that spark to become... There it is. It ignites within and a fire starts. Small at first, but enough for me to begin crashing back into him, seeking more. His hands move from my hips, but I can still feel them there, controlling me, pushing me to take him, even as his hands now go to my shoulders. He shoves me back on him harshly, and that fire builds, rising, getting hotter, making me cry out in a hoarse, broken voice for him to fuck me harder. He gives me what I pleaded for, his hips whipping forward, driving into me, the sounds of our bodies meeting almost making me miss his words.
"Admit it," he pants. "If you want to come, you'll admit that you want me."
"No," I breathe.
"If you want my finger on your clit, and my cock to keep pounding into your ass." He gives a hard thrust just to bring his point home. "Then you will admit you want me. Or it all stops."
I whimper. This fucking asshole. I won't. No, I won't give him the words. He's taken enough from me, more than he even realizes. Then he begins to slow down, and my eyes, that I had not even realized were still closed all this time, because what does it matter in the dark, fly open, because he can't possibly be about to stop, right?
"Please," I gasp out before I can stop myself.
I can feel the fire dulling, constricting, and I can't let it. Not when my body had to go through so much pain for it.
"Say it," he commands as he slides back into me.
He remains there, not moving, waiting. He already knows I'll give in. Bastard.
"I want you. I want everything," I all but whisper.
But it must be good enough, because it gets him moving, fucking me like a man crazed, his body crashing into mine, making that fire grow again. His hands move, one going in between me and the floor to wrap around my throat, the other going to my clit. His hand tightens on my neck at the same time that he begins rubbing my clit. I buck, crying out as that fire swells to dangerous levels in me. Each thrust makes the heat expand, spread until every single part of me is at the edge, staring into the abyss of pleasure awaiting me. And he gives it to me.
He drives into me. He chokes me until my next breath is nothing but a wheeze. He rubs my clit in a hard circle that has me gasping as the fire consumes me.
"Don't stop. Oh God, please don't stop," I beg.
"Not until I fill you with my cum," he grunts.
There's a bite of pain as he pounds into me impossibly harder. My fingers grip the carpet again, but this time in pleasure, this time at the tension releasing, at the heat spreading throughout me, at the bliss that's taken me over. He groans above me, pistons into me faster and faster, until a heavy, deep sigh leaves him. I wish I could see him now, watch that satisfaction, that pleasure cross his face, to see whether his eyes are closed or not right now. To experience that thrill when his eyes meet mine.
I have no choice but to settle for when he all but falls over me, his weight at my back, moving his cock in me and making me moan one more time. His finger is still at my clit, but still. His other hand is still at my throat, but the grip less tight. And neither of us moves. I'm trying to catch my breath, trying to recover from all of this, and enjoying the feeling of him on top of me. Buteventually, he moves, getting up and slowly sliding out of me. I hiss at the feeling of the stretched skin finally being able to constrict.
"Stay right there. I'll be right back." His voice is back to normal, the command gone from it.
Soft footsteps sound, a door opens, and then light is spilling into the room from what I can see is a bathroom. Water runs for a few seconds before Jackson is coming toward me again. A small gasp escapes me before it changes to a moan at the hot towel between my ass cheeks, soothing the ache there. He disappears into the bathroom again, more water running for a while. Then the light is turned off and only his footsteps tell me he’s getting closer to me. He turns me over and picks me up, carrying me through the darkness until he lays me on cool sheets. My eyes widen when I feel the bed dip with him getting into it.
Is he going to... Are we going to lie here together? Sleep together?
He comes behind me, but doesn't hold me, doesn't move any closer beyond the few inches that remain between us. Is he expecting me to move closer to him? Does he even want me to move closer? Is this an offer to hold him and be held? Or are we just two people exhausted from sex?
His hand comes to my hip, light, barely there, just his fingers and the very top of his palm. But it feels like an invitation, like if I moved back, he would move his hand until it was on my middle, and his arm wrapped around me. Swallowing, I move back, and his arm moves too, coming forward as I inch closer and closer to his body. His warmth envelopes me as we settle into each other, his breath ghosting across the back of my neck, relaxing in a way I know it shouldn't be, comforting in a way that scares me. But still, my muscles are bunched because although my heart isreveling in this moment, my mind is telling me this is dangerous. To spend a night, or... a day really, in his arms, to let myself enjoy his hold like this, will destroy the last of my defenses I'm trying so damn hard to hold onto to protect my heart from him.
"Did I find your secret spot?" he whispers.
I laugh, and all tension bleeds away from this moment. "Oh, you must not have been listening."
"I heard every last thing you said." He nuzzles the back of my neck, and I shiver. He groans. "Those damn shivers of yours. Go to sleep before I bend you over again."
"Is that all you think about?" I quietly chuckle. "Me, and-"
"Yes," he answers before I can get the rest of the sentence out.
