All I can do is pray he’s not telling me that was all I was getting. I need more. I need all of him.
I drop my eyes down over his chest, taking in each tattoo as I go, before I get to his waist and his very tented trousers.
Without thinking, I push up from the bed and slide toward him.
“Kas?” he whispers as if he’s in a daze when I look up.
“I’ve got you.”
Making quick work of his fly, I push the fabric of his trousers and boxers down his thighs. His hard cock springs free and bobs before me. My mouth waters at the sight. No wonder there was such a huge bulge.
With his eyes still boring into me, I lean forward and lick at the precum glistening at his tip.
“Fuck,” he groans, pushing me closer.
I wrap my fingers around his wide length and lick him.
A groan of pleasure rumbles up his throat as I suck him back into my mouth.
His fingers find my hair and grip tightly, but at no point does he try to take control. He just lets me do my thing.
“Shit, Tiny. So good.” I run my eyes up his exposed body until I find his own. The intense expression on his face makes me stop and pull back slightly.
“Spike?”
Before he finds any kind of answer, his hands wrap around my waist. I gasp as he presses against my bruises, but thankfully he misses it, and I’m thrown back onto the bed. He sheds the clothing that’s been abandoned around his knees and settles between my thighs.
I perch myself up on my elbows and watch as he takes himself in hand and teases my clit with the tip of his cock. Pleasure races through me from that simple move alone, and I fall back to the bed, unable to hold myself up.
“Kas,” he says, making me drag my eyes open once more. “I’m… clean.”
I swallow as I take in what he’s asking me. I should rib him about being a man-whore, but at this moment, all I want to do is believe him.
And I do. Nothing about Spike the past two days has led me to think he’s a liar in any way. I’m not sure when it happened, but I realise in those few moments that I trust him implicitly. I also realise that it could be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.
“Me too, and I’m on the pill.”
“Okay?” he asks one final time, although it seems a little late as he pushes against my entrance.
“Yes, please.”
At my request, he surges forward, stretching me open and filling me to the point of breaking. My eyes cross for a second as I still, attempting to get used to the invasion.
“Fuck,” he grates out. “So tight. So fucking…” His words trail off, and I’m powerless but to look up at him.
“What’s wrong?”
His eyes are wild as he looks back at me. Yes, they’re full of desire, but there’s so much more within them.
“You’re not… not a v—”
I can’t help but bark out a laugh as I realise what he’s about to ask.
“No, Spike. I’m not a—” My words falter as he bends over me and takes my lips with his. His tongue dives into my mouth as his hips begin to move.
His kiss doesn’t stop as his one hand begins to trail around my body, the other clamped onto my hip to hold me in place as he ups the tempo.
His fingers find my nipple, pinching and twisting, giving me just the right amount of pain to go with the pleasure.
“Oh God,” I cry, my back arching as he continues to drive into me.
Ripping his lips from mine, he drops his face into the crook of my neck.
“Not God, baby. Just me.”
I groan at his words, my hands finding the smooth skin of his back, my nails raking across until he shudders with delight above me.
“Such a dirty little girl. You’re so full of my cock right now.”
My muscles contract around him at his dirty words, and another groan rumbles up his throat.
“You like that? You like hearing that my cock is deep inside you right now?”
I moan, his words fuel to my already out of control fire. “Spike,” I cry when he sits up and slides his palms under my arse to change the angle. I’m so full of him like this. He’s stretching me so wide, hitting places I didn’t know existed as he continues to move within me.
“You feel that? So fucking deep, baby.”
His fingers grip onto my arse with a painful force, but I don’t complain. Instead I do the opposite.
“More, Spike. I need more.”
Propping my feet on his shoulders, he begins to really pound into me.
My head hits the headboard with every thrust, but I barely notice as pleasure starts to build to the point at which I worry that I’m literally going to shatter into pieces when it finally hits me.
The only sounds that can be heard throughout the flat are that of our heavy breathing, our low moans of pleasure, and our skin connecting.
“Fuck, Spike. Fuck,” I cry when it gets to be too much.
His fingers find my clit, and the sensation has me crashing over the edge.
“Oh fuck, fuck.”
Pleasure like I’ve never known slams into me, pushing away anything other than this moment right here. None of my usual life stresses exist for long, euphoric minutes. It’s a really dangerous place to be, and one I fear I’m going to crave a repeat of the second this is over.
I’m just coming down, disappointment already beginning to creep in, when Spike lets out the deepest, most guttural groan I think I’ve ever heard.
My eyes fly open so I get to experience what he looks like when he falls over the edge.
His head is tipped back, the tendons of
