Page 87 of Let the Game Begin (Kiss Me Like You Love Me #1)
“You don’t think you can project all your fantasies about love onto me now that you don’t have a boyfriend, do you?
” He lifted himself off me and grabbed my sides, flipping me over on my stomach.
In less than a second, I found myself with my breasts pressed against the bedspread as his index finger tracing down my spine.
“And what if you’re the one fantasizing about a fairy-tale love with me?” I needled him.
I jolted as a loud slap landed hard on my butt cheek. I glanced at him over my shoulder, trying to make out his face, but all I could see was the toki on his right bicep.
“The only fairy tale I would imagine you in, Tinkerbell…” He lifted my hips, posing me on all fours in front of him.
He stroked my butt cheeks with both hands, squeezing my flesh with zero delicacy.
“Is the one where the prince gets to fuck the princess’s ass.
” Then he bit me, and I could feel his teeth sinking into my flesh in the very same place where he’d slapped.
Then he pulled his hands away from me, only to yank down his pants and boxers.
“Pervert,” I said, as I remained there, bent over and naked with my hair fluttering loose around me, just waiting for him to do what he wanted to me.
“You don’t find me romantic?” He rubbed between my thighs, and I could hear him laughing in a self-satisfied way.
Anything but. I wanted to answer but I couldn’t speak. I was embarrassed, even though Neil was so good at readying me that I wanted nothing more than to feel him moving inside me.
“Fuck, you want me, don’t you, baby?”
I just twisted to stare back at him. He ran a finger through my arousal, and then brought it to his lips, sucking it off like it was a rare delicacy.
I did want him; I wanted him so much I felt like I’d die from it. And I, too, could feel how wet and ready I was to take him.
I arched my back as his erection moved between my thighs again. “Condom,” I reminded him because we’d always skipped it previously.
“I’ve never worn one with you,” he answered, sounding annoyed at my interruption as he continued to grind himself against me.
“But you should,” I pointed out, watching him out of the corner of his eye.
I felt awkward, and I didn’t really get why he loved this position so much.
It kept me from seeing or even touching him.
It felt impersonal, distancing, and it occurred to me that he probably liked it for that very reason.
He wanted to make a woman feel helpless and subordinate.
“You’re on the pill, so it doesn’t matter,” he shut me down firmly. “And I’m tired of talking now, Tinkerbell. Just shut up and use me.” Before I had a chance to argue, he pressed his hips flush against mine. His cock slid hard inside me, stealing my breath and I shouted.
I molded myself to accommodate him with considerable difficulty, just like every other time. I could feel every inch of him, as though he were deep in my abdomen. Neil paused for just a moment and allowed me to adjust to him.
I made a slow exhalation just as he withdrew and breathed in again when he surged back with a firm, forceful thrust.
“Gentle…” I murmured, and all at once his hands seized tightly on my hips and his thrusts became increasingly ferocious until I had trouble keeping myself up on my knees.
His pace was too fast and insistent, but I tried to relax into it and concentrate on what we were doing.
Out and in Neil went—out and in—and with every drive into me, I let out a sound of mingled pleasure and pain because I still wasn’t used to his size.
“Fuck, your body makes me crazy.” He bent over me, taking my hair in his hand and licking my neck. His torso pressed against my back, and feeling him sweaty and panting behind me made that carnal contact—the contact he had tried so hard to turn into something purely mechanical—feel intimate.
“You’re so tight. You’re crushing my cock, baby,” he whispered to me in that rough tone that made my head spin.
I took a deep breath. I needed to relax; I needed to concentrate on the parts of our embrace that felt good, not the hands holding me so hard they left marks or the thrusts that were sometimes incredible, sometimes painful.
My knees, however, could only take the pressure for so long, and so I collapsed, my chest flattening against the warm bedspread. My nipples chafed against the soft fabric and my ass rose and fell to match the movements of his hips.
Neil was so sure of himself, so dominant and forceful that I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning as I rested my temple against his outstretched arm. I clung to his wrought iron headboard as it rebounded off the wall, providing an obscene soundtrack to our scene.
After a few moments, Neil rested his chin on my shoulder and breathed heavily next to my ear. I could smell him, I could feel his slick chest, his burning skin. All of it only heightened the moment and highlighted the fusion of our bodies.
When he touched me, it was like an out-of-body experience because suddenly, every part of me belonged to him, not me.
“Neil,” I murmured while he continued to penetrate me and my arousal rose along with his.
“Let me kiss you,” I said, almost without realizing I was speaking. I wanted to create more intimacy between us and not simply be pushed around by him like I was just another body.
Neil didn’t catch my request right away; he kept fisting my hair while, with the other hand, he supported his weight over me, hovering so as not to crush me.
He looked down at the place where we were connected and put all his focus there, on the way he was dominating me, ignoring all emotional involvement.
“Why won’t you kiss me?” I asked again. That time on the chaise longue out by the pool, he himself had said “kiss me and don’t stop.” But now it seemed like the idea of putting our lips together disgusted him.
“I want to touch you and look into your eyes,” I tried to lever my torso up but ran out of strength. Instead, I lay motionless beneath him and allowed him to take full mastery over me.
Neil planted his hands on either side of my head and shifted his weight onto his forearms, plunging himself even deeper inside me.
On one hand, the crescendoing desire made me groan with pleasure, but on the other hand, it also exhausted me. It was a surreal sensation. I felt like I was aflame, like an actual fire had broken out around us.
“Shh…I need more,” he said, probably referring to more interminable minutes of humping because he clearly had no intention of stopping.
He kept thrusting and thrusting for what felt like forever while a strange ringing began to sound in my ears, and I stared vaguely at the middle of the room, my cheek pressed to the bedspread.
My breathing grew labored and my skin was soaked in sweat.
Through all of this, Neil still had not kissed me, and by that point, I had resigned myself to the idea that he never would.
Instead, he slapped my butt cheek and I flinched.
After that, he started talking again, whispering obscenities into my ear.
Just hearing the sound of his voice was enough to have me gripping the sheets, ready to come.
Neil covered my mouth when I screamed through my orgasm and pushed my legs wider. My ass was pressed against his lower belly, and I trembled, at the mercy of a storm I was never going to control.
“You really are a fairy creature.” He chuckled, continuing to rock against me, this time in a slow, sensual way designed to intensify my orgasm.
As soon as I became lucid again, however, he started pounding his hips frantically against me, biting first my shoulder and then my neck where salty dribbles of sweat had collected.
He swept them up eagerly with his tongue.
On the edge of a third orgasm, I was babbling random words while he slipped a hand under my tensed stomach and slid it all the way down.
He pinched my clit between his thumb and index finger and applied pressure before massaging it oh so gently.
His touch, so skilled and decisive, sent me over the edge and he gave a self-satisfied chuckle at my body’s involuntary reactions.
Seconds later, my sex pulled his in ravenously and I exploded again.
“S-stop,” I managed, my eyes squeezed shut because I was humiliated by the way he made me lose control. He grinned into the crook of my neck and pushed his chest against my back, moving again.
“What, don’t you like flying with me?” he said mockingly. Instinctively, I rose up to slip my hand into his soaked hair.
I began to writhe under his body again as I felt another orgasm building.
I bowed my back, and Neil grasped me by the hair, pulling my head to the side so he could kiss me.
My lips opened, ceding to his tongue, and our tastes commingled.
Moments later, he gave one more intense thrust, and his cock grazed that magical place inside that I’d heard so much about but hadn’t really believed existed—I was struck dumb by a wave of pleasure.
By that point, I could no longer feel my arms or my legs or my torso.
Nothing but the involuntary reactions coaxed forth from my nerve endings.
Neil really knew how to stupefy a woman.
I guessed that was why Jennifer was so hooked on him and so possessive over him.
I hoped, though, that I wouldn’t become the same way.
It seemed that our lips wanted nothing more than to chase one another to the ends of the earth, and I rose to follow him. I pulled away from his kiss and my head fell back against the bedspread as Neil pulled rapidly out of me.
I gave him a sideways glance: he was terribly close.
He grasped himself and rapidly moved his hand, hot seed spraying over my ass and lower back. His was a trembling orgasm but not an ostentatious one, and it was nearly devoid of emotion.