"It was loud. I couldn't really hear him."
"Bullshit."
"He wanted to fuck me."
"And?"
"And that’s it.”
"And you didn't want that?"
"No. Not with him."
"Why me?" I ask, needing to know why I'm here, and that other dick is probably getting the beating of his life.
"I don't know," she says, but I know she's lying. It’s fucking crazy how in sync with her I am already. That can’t be normal, but it’s happening.
"Not good enough. Try again," I demand. She rolls her brown eyes in exasperation.
"I needed you. Need you. It's different with you. Primal. I have to be yours. Don't you feel it too?"
"Yes," I reply thickly.
"Then why are you over there?"
Fuck it. Fuck the reasons. Fuck the consequences. Fuck it all.
I cross the room, jerking my dripping dick as I go.
The bed dips under my weight as I cover her body with mine. I kiss down her body, sucking one nipple into my mouth and raising it to a stiff peak before moving onto the other one, giving it the same treatment. Moving down her body, I reach her pussy. Using my thumbs, I spread her lips apart before gently sliding my tongue over her clit and through her folds. The first taste of her hits me, and I'll never forget it. A drug I'll never get enough of. Above me, she moans and grips my hair. Her thighs close around my head as she reaches for her orgasm. Eventually, my tongue fucks her tight hole, mimicking what my dick will do to her.
"Trigger!" she screams. Her thighs quake around my ears. When she relaxes, I move back up her body and kiss her. She moans when she tastes herself. Leaning back, I grip my dick and guide it to her opening. I push into her slowly.
"So fucking tight," I growl, stopping when I reach resistance. I look down at her in shock. The shock quickly fades into awe and a primal dominance like I’ve never felt before.
"Don't stop," she says, her eyes pleading.
"Once I take this cherry, you're mine forever. No other man will ever know you like this, and I’ve never been inside another cunt. So this is it, forever, baby. Forever.”
"I don’t believe you. Have you seen you?”
“It’s God's honest truth, Troi. I’ll never lie to you.”
“Okay. I should probably tell you that I'm not on any birth control,” she says, smirking at me.
"Even fucking better," I reply as I push forward past her innocence, sealing both of our fates.
Troi wraps her legs around my waist as I fuck in and out of her. Her inner muscles grip me and try to prevent me from leaving her as if I would.
“Why does this feel so good,” she moans.
“Because it’s us,” I say through gritted teeth. I am doing everything I can think of to keep from coming too soon, to end this.
Under me, she moves with me, meets and matches me thrust for thrust. The harder I give it to her, the better she takes it. Leaning down, I take her nipple into my mouth and bite it hard. She gasps, and her nails dig into my shoulders, giving me my own little bite of pain. She screams my name as she shudders her release. Her orgasm triggers my own, and I fill her with my seed. No matter what happens now, I am going to do everything in my power to tie her to me forever.
Slowly, I pull out of her and lay beside her. She turns on her side and props her head up onto the palm of her hand.
“So, that was amazing,” she says and then giggles. The sound goes straight to my balls, and my cock stirs again.
“That’s a fucking understatement, baby,” I reply, reaching up to touch a curly tendril of her hair.
“I need to hydrate after that. I feel like I just ran a marathon,” she says before kissing me quickly and jumping out of bed. She stops to look at me.
“Yeah, baby. Twenty-six point two miles of love,” I say, then wholly regret it when she starts laughing. That same loud-ass laugh from earlier.
“Oh, my God. You’re a dork,” she says, barely able to breathe. “You want a drink, Pheidippides?” Now, it’s my turn to laugh. If Star Trek wasn’t a strong indicator, knowing who Pheidippides is clinches it. She’s a dork too.
“Yeah, whatever you have is fine.”
She comes back with a big bottle of fruit punch Gatorade.
We share the drink until it’s all gone then she lays back down beside me.
“You don’t have to go, do you?” she asks, putting her hand on my chest.
“No, baby. I’m staying.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll make breakfast,” she says before reaching over and turning the bedside lamp off.
I pull her into my arms, and for the first time in a long time, I’m excited to see what tomorrow brings me.