Page 72 of Riot Reunion
In the dark, he strokes and rolls my clit with quickening motions until I’m vibrating in his arms—it feels as though I’m slipping in and out of reality, unable to maintain my physical form as I rise, float, transcend…
Oh my god. Ho—holy shit, I’m going tobreak.
It’s too much: the sensation building between my legs, fluttering upward into my belly; the reassuring nearness of him, holding himself over me; the weight of the words he just whispered into my hair. It all closes in on me as the wave of pleasure reaches its crescendo, slamming through my body, and I scream as I come, wordless and overwhelmed.
I’m going to cry. My emotions have been unpredictable of late, but I know within a second of taking my first gasped breath post climax that I’m about to sob out loud.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I donotwant to cry.
Don’t fucking do it.
Please, do not fucking cry.
“Let it go,” Pax commands. “Silly girl. Silly…” He peppers my forehead with featherlight kisses in between words. “Little. Girl.”
He gives me permission to fall apart; he holds me together while I do.
When my tears begin to ebb, Pax works himself deeper between my legs, setting himself against my hips. The pressure of his rock-hard cock sliding upward over my clit puts an end to my crying once and for all.
He feelssogood. “Oh. Oh, shit. Pax…”
My heart swells, throbbing, out of rhythm behind my ribs when he very carefully gathers the strands of my hair, plastered to my cheeks by my tears, and sweeps them back out of my face. Pax—a guydeeplyfond of breaking things—displaying such determination to be gentle? Itkillsme.
“I’m gonna hold you down and fuck you now, Chase. And I’m gonna tell you all of the depraved, dirty, filthy shit I’m gonna do to you thenexttime we fuck. And the next time. And the next time. You got a problem with that?”
Mute, I shake my head. I want that so bad I can taste it. I—
“Oh my god!”
He rolls his hips forward, sinking himself inside me, and my vision flares. For a moment, I somehow believe that my focus, sharpened to a burning white point, has given me the ability to see in the dark. The room glows silvery-white, stark shadows climbing-jumping-dancing up the walls.
It’s just the lightning.
Thunder crashes directly overhead, rattling the windows in their panes.
Buried balls-deep inside me, Pax pins my hands above my head by the wrist and growls into my ear. “I’m gonna fuck my comesodeep inside you, Chase. I’m gonna fill your sweet little cunt up with my come and you’re not gonna be able to do a thing about it. Are you?”
We’ve toyed with this line before. Pax would never fuck me without my consent. Never. Not after what happened with Jonah. But sometimes…a sick part of melikesthis. I want to be vulnerable. Weak. At his mercy. A fucked-up part of my brain sees this as a reframing, in a way. IgivePax the power to do this to me. He never takes it. It gives me back the control over my body that someone else stole from me once. Messed up logic? Yes. Most definitely. But it brings me a strange kind of peace.
Pax’s grip tightens on my wrists. “When I tell you to open your mouth, you open your mouth. When I tell you to spread your legs and show me your pussy, you spread them. When I tell you I want you on your knees with your ass in the air, you’re gonna give me what I want. Yes?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Good girl.”
I nearlydie. Praise from Pax Davis is like a glass of ice-cold water when you’ve been wandering the desert. I can’t fucking handle it.
He slowly inches back his hips, drawing himself out of me, and the friction between us, his body rubbing against my clit, makes me shudder uncontrollably.
“In the morning, when you’re already sore from me fucking you, I’m going to shove you up against the sink in the bathroom, and I’m going to hold you just…like…this….” he says, baring his teeth. “And you’re going to watch. You’re gonna watch me rail the fuck out of you. My hands on your tits. My fingers rubbing your pussy. You’re gonna lock eyes with me in that mirror, and you’re gonna see how fucking turned on I am as I shove my dick into youagain, andagain, andagain…” He slams himself into me as he repeats the words, not holding back.
“Fuck, Pax. Oh my fucking god. That feels—that feels…”
“You feel my cock inside you? Hmm? You feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
“Yes. Yes! Oh my god.”
