Page 46 of Riot Act
I jump when I feel wetness between my legs again. I cast a look over my shoulder, only to witness him run hands over my ass cheeks, spreading them further apart, looking up at me from under those drawn dark brows again. His eyes are twin flickering silver flames full of malice as he bows his head and spits again. I try not to move when he moves his right hand back and begins to rub the pad of his thumb against me, spreading his saliva all over my ass, and down, down, deep inside the folds of me, over my clit. I nearly collapse onto the bed, unable to hold myself up, when he slides his thumb inside of me and slowly begins to fuck me with it. “You on birth control, Chase?”
I try to swallow but my mouth has fallen open and I can’t. “N-Not right now.” I was before break. I agreed to take it after Mom read some emails I’d sent to a friend back in California—emails that contained some very racy content about the very man standing in front of me. I stopped soon after, though. Didn’t seem necessary.
Pax says nothing. He lets go of me, though, and walks around the bed to one of the small nightstands. Quickly, he opens the top drawer, takes out a small foil packet, and rips it open with his teeth.
He doesn’t even look down at himself as he rolls the condom onto his erection with the confident, smooth movements of someone who’s had a lot of practice at this particular task. Once he’s done, he takes my chin in one hand, grip firm, almost bordering on painful, and he forces my head back so that I have to look up at him. “If I tell you to do something, are you gonna do it?” he asks.
“Yes.” No hesitation. No need to even think about it.
He seems pleased. Rather, Ithinkthis is what he looks like when he’s pleased. “When I tell you to move, you move. When I tell you to stay still, you stay still. And when I tell you to come, Chase, you’d better fucking do it, or there’ll be trouble.”
What kind of consequences? What kind of torture will he inflict upon me if I don’t comply? The part of my brain that deals in self-preservation wants me to clarify this, but I’m determined to keep my mouth shut for fear that I’ll say something stupid and he won’t follow through on this. I need it. I needhim, and I’m not going to do anything to jeopardize whatever’s about to happen.
“I’m gonna fuck you now. Do you consent?” he growls.
Holy hell. That question. It’s hot as hell that he’d ask, but I don’t think he’s trying to be politically correct. He’s asking because he wants me to understand what I’m getting into and he’s giving me one more chance to back out before things get wild.
I nod.
“Say the words,” he commands.
“Yes. I consent.”
Quickly his hand slides around to the back of my neck. He holds me in his grasp as he moves around so that he’s back between my legs again. My heart hammers, adrenalin flooding my system so fast that I can’t even breathe.
There’s no foreplay. No warning. Pax sinks himself into me with one powerful thrust, and he shows no mercy.
There’s no pain, but I tense at the surprise of him inside me—the sheer size of him, filling me up, taking up so much space, the heat and the hardness of him demanding every scrap of my attention. Pax must feel me tense around him. He slaps my ass hard enough that I yelp, and then roughly grabs hold of my hip, shaking me a little. “Relax,” he orders. “Breathe, for fuck’s sake. You’re acting like this is your first time.”
He pauses, then. Sucks in a sharp breath.
“Wait. This better not be your first fucking time.”
I shake my head.
“Chase. Tell me you’ve been fucked before,” he snarls.
“Yes. Yeah, I have. I have. I’m not a virgin.”
“And youwantto fuck me now. Right?”
“Yes! Please. Please…”
He growls at the back of his throat, slowly sliding himself out of me. “Okay, then. Loosen up. Convince me we’re on the same page.”
“I’m fine, I swear I’m fine. Please. Please don’t stop.” I force the muscles in my legs and my shoulders to relax. I unclench my jaw. A long, deep breath helps me calm my soaring pulse. My efforts have their desired effect, because Pax blows a long deep exhalation down his nose and begins to move.
And, fuck, does it feel good.
He works himself into me slowly at first, but each stroke is deep and forceful all the same; he drives himself into me up to the hilt, until he can go no further, and the feel of him moving inside me, rocking his hips against me, his hands on my ass, and my hips…and then on my breasts, when he curves himself over me, kneeling on the edge of the bed, and reaches around to knead my flesh, is addictive as hell. Here is the progression of my addiction, the next step, my first actual taste. I am in so much fucking trouble.
My brain lights up like a completed circuit board when he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and he bites down hard on my shoulder. The pain is a salve that deadens every other aching, wounded part of me. My entire being is focused on the small area of my body where his teeth almost break my skin and I burn.
“Fuck, Chase. You’re tight as hell. You feel fucking incredible,” he pants. His breath is hot in my ear, sending a waterfall of sensation down the back of my neck, prickling over my buttocks and down the back of my thighs.
A building wall of pressure starts to mount inside me. It feels…oh God, it feelsgood. I push back against him, angling my hips, letting my head hang, as Pax picks up speed, plunging himself into me faster and faster. “That good?” he growls.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I can hardly get the words out.
