Page 57 of Toxic
His assault gentles as he allows me to come down from the aftershocks. You’d think a violent orgasm would allow for a pause, but it only whets my appetite, and as he gets to his feet, I scoot back on the bed as he crouches over me on allfours.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he says. Hismouth takes mine roughly, and I taste myself on his lips, which swirls the memory of the first time we weretogether.
“Inside me,” I say when I can catch my breath. “I need youinsideme.”
“That wasn’t enough for you?”heasks.
“Not at all,”Isay.
“Greedy.” He leans his weight back on his knees between my legs and looks down at me. “Let me look at you,” he says. “I don’t want to rushthistime.”
My head thrashes against the pillow. “Later,” I say, but he shakeshishead.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you whatyouneed.”
I feel the slightly colder metal of the barbell first and then the long, heavy weight of his cock as he thrusts it along my wet folds. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I give up trying to plead with him. He wants to torture me. I don’t have the willpower inside me to resist. He punishes me with pleasure, which is akintopain.
All I can focus on is the cool glide of the bead as it gathers moisture from my center and slicks over the ultra-sensitive bud of my clit. My hips jerk each time it reaches the apex of its journey, and my hands twist the sheets into ribbons. He grips my thighs underneath my knees and spreads them, lifting my hips to attain just the right angle to torment me. His cock continues to glide against me, tempting us both when it presses against my opening for the barest ofseconds.
I’m frantic for him. My brain is incapable of rational thought. I’m powerless to change the angle, to cant my hips to take him inside me because his grip is resolute. This, like most things, is on his terms, at his pace, but it feels so good I can’t complain other than to beg for more,more,more.
Then he releases my legs and covers me. Both of our gazes focus on what’s happening between us as his cock drags over me one last time. The head of him presses against my entrance, and he groans as I contract around the tip helplessly. The bead of the barbell catches, and he drops down to his forearms, his frame shaking withtension.
“What is it?” I askbreathlessly.
“Condom,” he says through gritted teeth. “But I don’t know if I can moverightnow.”
He accentuates his statement with a flex of his hips as he pulls back slightly before pushing forward until my body accepts him just past the point of his piercing. I bare my throat to him on a soundless groan. I can feel the metal inside me, and I ache to have it move so much that it steals the words rightfromme.
It’s a long while before I can catch my breath enough to say, “I’m on the pill. Doc gave it to me after I—aftereverything.”
“Thank fucking God,” he says and drops his head to my shoulder. “I’m clean. As you know,” he adds with achuckle.
“Good because I don’t think I could let you gorightnow.”
He gets back to his knees and brings my legs up to his shoulders. I open my mouth to ask him to come back down and then he flexes his hips and the bead of his piercing drags along a spot inside me that has me seeing stars. I grab for his hands on my legs, scrabbling for something to hold on to because I’m afraid when I break over the edge I’ll be in a free-fall. He clasps my hands with his where he holds onto my legs and then all I can do is hold on fordearlife.
His strokes start out slow and measured, and judging by the look on his face, if he moved any faster, this wouldn’t last long for either of us. I honestly don’t give a damn either way because each one lights me up and sends me tumbling down into a mini-orgasm so intense I don’t know where one ends and the next begins. When he leans down to kiss me, I clutch at his shoulders, letting all the emotions I’ve been holding back for months roll through me. They are chased by an explosion of pleasure that tightens me like a vice around his cock, aroundhisbody.
I rouse from a stupor as he flips me over like a rag-doll and positions me, ass-up in front of him. I only have time to clutch at the sheets before he slams into me, working me back into another orgasm . . . and then another before he finally explodesinsideme.
He rouses me several times during the night with one word. “Again.” And I open my arms, my legs, and my heart to him because what we have is dangerous and volatile, but it’s alsoinevitable.
The bed is empty.There’s only a note on the nightstand that says, “Be back later. –G.” Then a hastily added scribble, as if he knew what I would be thinking and wanted to head me off. “Don’t comeafterme.”
I’ve seen what he can do, but that doesn’t mean he can take care of everything on his own. Especially not after what happened last night. The son of a bitch should knowbetter.
Part of the blood to be spilled is mine for what they stole from me, so it infuriates me that he would leave without me, knowing how I feel about the whole matter. Not that he givesadamn.
I throw off the sheets and dress quickly and quietly. The gun Gracin gave me for our outing at the bar is still in the nightstand drawer where I left it. I retrieve it and stow it in the waistband of my jeans. The remnants from the night we spent together twinge and ache, but I ignore them as I peer out the bedroom door. Now that I know my way to the control room, I plan to slip through to it and take one of the sets of keys I saw hanging on the wall. There’s no way in hell he’s going to do this without me. If I have to hog-tie everyone in this whole house, I’m going tofindhim.
As luck would have it, Marie appears before I can descend thestairs.
“Where do you think you’re going?”sheasks.
I give a passing thought to lying to her, but I swear the woman can read minds. “I’m going to find Gracin,” I say matter-of-factly. “I don’t care if you’re ninety, if you try to stop me, I will knock you onyourass.”
She harrumphs and crosses her arms across her chest. “It’s your funeral,”shesays.