Page 52 of Dark Room Junkie

I broke free of his grip, rolled over him, and pinned his hands over his head. “Let me fuck you,” I whispered breathlessly.

“No,” he gasped, freeing himself and regaining the upper hand. “You can’t.”

For a moment, I didn’t understand anything and looked at him in irritation. He opened my trousers and pushed them down.

“You’re so sexy, Noé,” he said and lay on top of me. “So incredibly sexy.”

He kissed me again with passion, stroking my cheek and neck tenderly with his hand. As he pulled away from me, he began sucking on my nipple piercing.

I threw my head back and clawed at his shoulders. That was not good. Not good at all. How could I just let him take all control away from me? And in doing so, I found myself craving him more and more. He was driving me crazy. And not the other way around. So much so that I didn’t even know where my head was anymore.

He stopped all of a sudden. “Tell me it’s okay.”

He was on top of me like a predator, glaring at me with a greedy look, and didn’t touch me at all. I felt so uncomfortably naked. But no matter how much my body craved his touch, I wasn’t even able to reach out for him. My breath hitched and I swallowed.

“I need to hear that it’s okay for you. I don’t want to push you.”

His voice sounded weak and scared. And there was that brief moment when I saw something flash in his eyes.

Fear? Panic?

“It’s okay,” I said.

And as if he could read it in my face, this desire for him that was almost tearing me apart, he lay back down on top of me, touching me all over, stroking my neck, my chest, my ribs, and sliding a hand over my bottom.

I was defenseless, lost in his spell, and wanted nothing more than him. He turned me onto my stomach, pulled me onto all fours, and began to prepare my entrance. When I felt his tongue again, a sigh escaped me. The last time he had done this had already rendered me completely will-less, forcing me to forget everything around me.

The crackling of a condom packet brought me back and I glanced over my shoulder. Alex’s gaze was dark and greedy. His chest rose and fell excitedly as he licked his lips and slipped the rubber on. He moved closer, penetrating me slowly.

I held my breath and tried to hold out. I breathed deeply to relax. He didn’t wait long and started to move. He knew my body better by now, so he found the one spot after just a few thrusts and elicited a moan from me. I clawed at the sheet and pressed myself against Alex. He got increasingly faster and rammed himself harder into me with every thrust, making me gasp.

I would never have thought that he would go so hard when we first met. Apart from the fact that I was completely wrong about him anyway, he showed me more and more sides of himself that surprised me. I loved the way he took me, firmly and impetuously, the way he made me feel desirable and made an effort not to hurt me despite the rough sex.

I turned my head to watch him fuck me, but it ignited a spark in Alex. He jerked out of me, turned me onto my back, and penetrated me again. A muffled moan escaped me as I held onto his shoulders, my fingers stroking his chest and stomach muscles.

He picked up the pace again and found my pleasure spot, making me throw my head back and moan. “Oh fuck, what are you doing to me?”

“Are you ready?” he asked, panting.

“Almost.”

“Then come for me.”

My muscles contracted and I came with a loud groan. Shortly afterward, Alex pulled out of me, took off the rubber, and wanked himself until he came on my stomach.

“God! Yes!” He propped himself up with one elbow next to my head and milked every last drop of his hardness with the other hand.

The sight of him made me feel warm and affectionate, so I stroked his cheek and smiled. Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against mine, his body still twitching. The moment when we both came down was so intimate, the closeness to him so familiar. A tingle went through my whole body as he stroked my forehead and stared deep into my eyes. When he leaned in and kissed me, I melted.

Oh fuck, I thought.Where is this going?

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Alex

The sound of water flowing from the bathroom was reassuring, knowing that Noé was showering there alone. I was still lying naked on the bed, scrolling through my phone, but my thoughts were entirely with him.

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