Hooked (17 page)

He sits back onto his knees, running his hands under my ass to lift my hips, setting me against his thighs, and I wait. I wait and tremble because I can't see a fucking thing and I'm expecting him to touch me or taste me any second now.

But he waits.

I squirm shifting your hips in his hands, whining a bit, and he laughs. "I wish I could fucking see you right now...all spread out for me like this."

And I reach blindly for his shoulders, but right as I start to respond, he drives into me with one quick thrust, pushing my shoulders again the arm of the couch, my back rubbing rough against the fabric of the cushions, and I scream, one arm gripping the edge of the sofa, the other palm pressed overhead against the arm of the couch for leverage as he pounds into me again.

He fucks me hard and deep, and I swear he's going to split me in half, but I love it, I fucking need it, and I groan loud, gritting my teeth, and I'm sure my back will be burnt tomorrow from the friction of the fabric underneath me.

"Is this what you wanted?" He grinds out the words from deep in his gut, his breathing labored as he works me relentlessly, his dick throbbing inside me, the skin of my bare ass slapping against his thighs, and I moan loud, almost screaming again.

"Yes!"

"You fucking love this don't you? You'd let me work your shit all night, huh? Til you couldn't even feel it anymore?" He's pumping faster now, gripping my hips so hard I know the evidence will be clear in the morning, but I don't even care. I can't even speak, I just nod and moan as he plunges into me, rubbing my back raw against the couch cushions without mercy.

It's taking over me fast as he fucks me harder and harder, faster and faster, shoving deep into me, hitting my spot as I start to cum, but he doesn't let up. I scream as he unexpectedly takes a hand between my legs and rolls his thumb over my clit aggressively and I cum violently all over his dick, body writhing on the couch, hands clutching his forearms as he grips my hips tighter and slams into me with everything he has, the skin of my back now tender and throbbing.

"Fuck!" He throws his head back and he's grunting from deep in his gut as he finally explodes inside of me, sending a second dull wave of pleasure over my body as his thumb continues to work my clit until my pussy sucks him dry and he collapses over me, his legs trembling from working me so brutally.

My body pulses, throbbing from head to toe as he lays against me, our chests pressed together and slick with sweat. I feel it gathering in the dip of his lower back as I reach my fingers there, hands trembling against his skin, and he still hasn't moved, hasn't spoken a word, and the air is thick with silence and stillness again, only interrupted by the patterns of our breathing as we both come down from our high.

He finally lifts his head and puts his face into my neck, kissing me, letting his tongue sneak out to taste the salt on my skin, but I still can't move much. My lips find his in the dark and I kiss him quickly, still breathing into his mouth a bit, and the lights come on without warning. We both squint our eyes, laughing, and he squeezes me around my waist as I look around the room to see our clothes strewn about.

And that damn flashlight is on the floor, right by the couch...