Page 41 of Let the Game Begin
No, I didn’t know, but I could find out.
“Come on!” I slapped his arm, and he lifted his torso slightly, arching his back. The movement shifted his penis inside me and drove it deeper, sending a pang of pleasure-pain through me until my teeth clenched.
“Just use me, Selene. I’m yours tonight. I want you to have the memory of this, the first time you always wanted.” He leaned in for another intensekiss, picking up right where we’d left off before my request. And so I decided to stop insisting and stop worrying. I was going to think only about myself for once.
I would need to take responsibility for actions eventually, yes, but not in that moment. I could also stop worrying about the fake Prince Charming mask that Neil had put on. I was going to be selfish, even though I knew that I’d be sorry soon enough. I pulled him closer to me and let myself go.
We kissed each other and touched each other and joined with each other. Neil began to move more vigorously inside me. He thrust into me forcefully and then slowly withdrew, making me so aware of how fully he dominated me, even though I could tell he was still only using a fraction of the force he could have.
I bit his throat, and to my surprise, he let out a sigh of pure delight. Neil was quiet during sex, and hearing him moan was like spotting a shooting star in a sky full of clouds, both astonishing and extraordinary.
His panting breaths, which accelerated from time to time, also thrilled me. I was similarly enraptured by his body tensing beneath my fingertips. I had to frequently ask him to pause and let me breathe. He was too powerful, and my much smaller frame was frequently overcome by the mountain of muscles and testosterone that he was.
“You’re so tight,” he commented after what felt like an infinite amount of time. His baritone and the obscene tone of his voice made me blush.
“And you’re too big,” I sputtered, and he gave me a sly look.
“You should be happy about that.” He gave me a chaste kiss on the lips and started moving again. Firm but measured. The bones in my hips and the muscles in my legs and my sex burned, but still Neil maintained his gentle yet passionate pace.
“I think I’m going to…” I wasn’t exactly sure how to recognize an oncoming orgasm, but I believed that the magic was about to happen for me. His thrust his hips more fervently as my body tensed, craving more and more and more. I curled my toes into the mattress and tossed my head back into the pillow. I dug my nails into the smooth skin of Neil’s back, and he moved his head to mouth my breast, which only intensified the alreadyoverwhelming sensations. I felt his tongue tease my flesh, his teeth sinking in, his lips enveloping me.
I writhed beneath him, the headboard hitting the wall in time with his thrusts, but neither of us could care that someone might hear us. I was on the brink, walking the edge of a precipice. My head spun and my heart was thumping like crazy. Was this how he’d made the others feel?
I tightened my knees around Neil’s hips, and he must have liked that because he started moving more emphatically and clenched his glutes. I ran my hands all over him, delighting in that Adonis body that was so strong from every angle.
I focused on his reactions. He was silent, but he couldn’t hide the change in his breathing. He was approaching his own limit.
“Come now,” he ordered in a whisper. It was ridiculous, how my muscles actually reacted to that masculine, decisive tone. And it was then that I discovered the closest we humans get to the divine: the ecstasy of orgasm.
Neil covered my mouth with his to muffle my screams, and I scratched down his back. Desire painted all over his perfect face was the last lovely vision I got before my eyelids closed. Pleasure had suffused every part of me. I lacked the strength to properly reciprocate his kisses—I didn’t have enough breath in my lungs and my heart was pounding in my temples.
My body was sweaty—boiling—racked by uncontrollable shivers and muscle contractions. When they had, finally, began to subside little by little, I was swamped by a wrung-out, sleepy feeling that brought me back to reality.
When I opened my eyes I saw Neil hovering over me, not moving, wearing a smug smile filled with masculine pride. We stared at each other, and I could see my reflection in his brilliant eyes. He was also sweaty and out of breath, but unlike me, he was still in full command of himself. I, meanwhile, barely knew where I was.
He didn’t give me any time to familiarize myself with the afterglow, but instead he began to move again so forcefully that I was afraid I was going to have a second climax, just like the first. It would have been embarrassing, coming twice. I was so wet, though, that I felt nothing but pleasure whenhe slid easily inside me. I allowed him to do as he pleased, because I wanted him to feel good too. I wanted him to have what he had just given me.
Ten more minutes of interminable pounding went by. Neil seemed genuinely inexhaustible, but I was so tired. Satisfied, but tired. Did all men have this kind of stamina?
“Neil…” I pleaded, and after a few more minutes of firm and uninhibited thrusts, I felt him stiffen against me. He raised up his torso and looked at the place where our bodies were joined. He began to move faster, more lustfully and just as shameless as he’d been all along. His back tensed, his muscles flexing, and when he looked at me, his jaw went tight. He pulled out of me immediately and grasped his erection, shiny with my fluids.
It was the first time I’d gotten a really good look at him. He was long, thick, and covered in veins. It was frighteningly swollen. The sight aroused me and all the embarrassment I’d felt before fell away.
He quickly slid his hand from the base to the tip and aimed it right between my legs, where I was still wet and aching. His biceps strained and his abdomen spasmed, briefly but intensely. In one long, soundless exhalation, he released his seed onto my pubic area and the sheets below me. Small, pearlescent drops began sliding down his shaft like threads of silver.
Neil provoked the most indecent thoughts—the kind I hadn’t even imagined I could have. I wanted to worship him, like he was some brazen god who had manifested right in front of me.
At that point, I realized I’d been staring at him way too hard during that lewd performance, and I directed my eyes back up to his face, blushing.
Neil, however, was still kneeling and hadn’t noticed anything. He seemed confused, almost lost. He took his hands off himself and tried to catch his breath. The veins standing out in sharp relief on his neck and arms betrayed the lusty adrenaline rush still making its way through his body. He blinked a few times and stared at me like he didn’t know who I was before lying down next to me on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
I admired him. I admired him from top to bottom. The musculature covered in a thin coating of sweat that only made his tanned skin gleam, his powerful chest rising and falling with his breath, his damp, disheveled hair. His lips, still swollen from our kisses. He was so beautiful, and for amoment, I wondered if I had dreamed all of this. How could someone like him, someone who was on another plane of existence entirely, want an ordinary girl like me?
I wanted to ask him that and so many other things besides, but his silence had become deafening. I had no idea what to do. My embarrassment came rushing back like a weight on my chest, and I forced myself to wait for some sort of sign from him.
When none arrived, I shifted and felt my muscles coming back to life. There was a pang in my groin and my nipples tingled. I tilted my chin down and saw that they were red and protruding. Neil had been holding himself back from start to finish, and despite all that, I could still feel his lips on my skin and the reminders of his body inside mine. What would it be like if he had shown me how he really treats women? His true self? That part of himself that so often tried to surface but which he had gotten so good at pushing back down?
I turned to him, and unexpectedly found him staring at me. Soft light from the bedside lamp illuminated just enough of him to outline his facial features.
