Approximately 4.5 seconds later the door swung open and he was standing there with this intense look on his face. His eyes lit with something dangerous. I’m sure I was standing there, wild-eyed, too. I had his white tuxedo shirt on, with just the bottom few buttons done up and my hair must’ve looked like it’d been in a windstorm.
He was naked and his erection should’ve been allocated its own zip code. He leaned on the door frame and folded his arms, “You’re not very good at this game, are you? Where do you think you’re gonna go from here?”
I summoned my inner vixen and shrugged at him, “Maybe I wanted to be easy to catch.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to try to lock me out?” he was trying to be serious but failing. He gave me a smirk. I smirked back. Then he tried to look serious. So I tried to look serious. I caught my bottom lip between my teeth and looked at him for a second, then shrugged and said, “Do you think you need to maybe teach me a lesson for that?”
He grinned at me, “Damn straight. But you made it too easy.”
I shrugged, “Maybe I’ve got a surprise attack planned.”
His eyes went cold, “A what?”
Whoa, a bucket of ice cold water might as well have been dumped on my libido and my smugness right then and there. Not the right answer given the state of our relationship the past few days. I shook my head frantically, needing desperately to backpedal “I didn’t mean anything violent… I meant…”
He clo
sed the distance between us and was right up against me, making me gasp in surprise. His lips crashed into mine and then he said against them, “Drop the fucking act.”
My heart was thudding wildly.
“Just drop it,” he whispered. He had my bottom lip between his teeth and he let out an Mmm sound that reverberated through my whole body.
I couldn’t be a player, I was going to lose. He was totally in control here right now. I sucked at this.
“Who do you belong to, Athena?” his mouth was by my ear.
Fuck. Shit. My blood ran cold.
He moved back an inch or two and looked down at me. I looked up into his eyes and he looked so sexy, red fucking hot with lust.
“Who?” he demanded.
It felt like all the air left my lungs and then like something inside of me snapped, like an elastic band pulled too far, ”You,” I said and a huge weight vanished off my shoulders. Vanished.
Then it was like a bomb went off in that bathroom. He hiked me up onto the vanity and violently tore my underwear down my hips and off of me, and then he plunged his cock deep into me, one hand on my lower back and the other braced against the mirror. Bottles and hair tools and cosmetics tumbled onto the floor and something splashed into the toilet. Something glass smashed. He didn’t stop. He didn’t take his eyes off mine. He was, clearly, completely thrilled with that declaration.
I wrapped my legs around him and dug my nails into his back and he let out this primal sound, almost like a growl, and let go of the mirror and had a fistful of my hair in his hand. I squealed in surprise and pain, and then desire surged through me.
He stopped and looked at me for a beat, breathless, then moved a few times in and out of me. I bit hard on my bottom lip, my chest rising and falling rapidly. He lifted me and then we tumbled to the floor in the midst of curling and flat irons, hair brushes, a broken glass bottle of facial cleanser, broken plastic blush case with chunks of blush powder all over the place, that he shoved aside, and then my legs were up and over his shoulders and as I pulled the prickly round hair brush out from under my lower back and tossed it out of the way he started to pound the fuck out of me on that bathroom floor. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded and that must’ve supremely pleased him as he didn’t. He went harder, he went faster. He pounded and pounded and I received every single connection of our bodies with a grateful grunt and nails that dug into his backside.
Suddenly I was up and he was carrying me back toward the bed but we didn’t make it. I was against the wall, impaled on him, my fingers in his hair. We were sweaty and grunting like wild animals and I knew I’d have crazy sex bruises and make up smears likely all over my body tomorrow. So would he.
“Love you so fucking much,” He grunted.
I was drunk on him; he was my oxygen. He fucked me slow but hard against the wall and then put me on my back on the bed and kept going, but then fast and with so much force that there were veins showing on his neck and his forehead. Then he pulled out and got me on all fours on the bed and put one hand around my throat and the fingers from the other got me by the clit and he as he drove into me he twisted his fingers around below until I was trying to crawl away to get away from the intensity of it, screaming out, and then I was hanging off the bed, my butt in the air, my nails clawing at the rug, him holding my hip with one hand, circling my clit with his other, and fucking me so hard. I came hard, whimpering, “I love you, too.” as I cried out into the bed’s dust ruffle.
I told him I loved him? What the fuck?
I can’t believe I said that to him. I’d never said that to Nick, not to the few guys I’d dated before, either. Did I love him? I loved elements of him but could I love all of him? Was my emotional outburst really about being relieved that my experiment had seemed to bring about the result I’d hoped for, sort of, that even though it kind of backfired a little, that I’d pulled a reaction out of him that told me that maybe I could get and keep this under control? Me, in control, controlling the control freak by knowing how to handle him, what to give him. Or was I so relieved that I could do this because I did love him, I loved the possibilities of being in love, the moments of sweet, the fierce protection he’d showed me. I didn’t know. I just didn’t fucking know.
He grunted my name and came inside of me and then we were both breathless. He pulled me back up onto the bed. Me on my belly, him laying on my back and then after a minute of kissing me all over my shoulders and the back of my neck, he rolled and took me with him so my back was against his front and kissed me on the earlobe, “I love you, baby girl. You have no fucking clue how much. You mean everything to me. Everything.” I glanced back at him and his eyes were closed but there was this look of bliss on his face. Pure bliss. The look on his face crushed me, sent emotion through me that I’d never felt. I squirmed in tight against him, letting him comfort me and hold me. I closed my eyes and heard that chorus in my mind.
I… don’t wanna fall in love… with you.
But I was pretty sure it was too late. He had me. Fucked up as it was, I’d fallen. And it might very well be the demise of me.
Tommy