“You don’t deserve this, Anna.” His voice was guttural, animal. “I shouldn’t let you come. I shouldn’t, but I want you so fucking sated you’ll never think of running again.” He hammered me harder the more he spoke, his fingers working the pleasure from deep within me to the surface. “You going to run again?” He took his fingers away, the buildup ebbing. No!
“No!”
“You sure?” He flicked his fingers across my clit.
“I’m sure. Never. Please, Niles.”
He stroked me full on again, making me writhe beneath him even as he kept me immobile on the stone.
“Then come, Anna. All over my cock.”
He surged forward harder, his thighs slapping my ass as I rose all the way onto my tiptoes. A few more pushes and I was gone, shooting skyward and exploding. I bit down on my hand to keep my moans quiet. I didn’t know if I’d succeeded, my shuddering pussy taking precedence over anything else. It was a hard come, the tension seizing Niles’ cock and dragging it further inside as I trembled at the explosion rocking me from head to toe.
“Bloody hell,” he gritted out before pulling his cock free and grunting. I felt the hot spurts coating my pussy and ass. He shot all over me even as my pussy kept clamping down, wanting his length back inside.
When he was done, he reached next to me and grabbed a kitchen towel. He wiped me clean and then collapsed on my back, still breathing hard.
“You’re mine, Anna. All of you. If you run, I’ll catch you. There is no one else for you. Only me. Is that clear?”
He asked so much. But something clicked inside me, something that had never ever been set in motion before. “Yes.”
“I mean it, Anna.”
I took a deep breath and let it out. “I do, too. I’m yours.”
Epilogue
Christmas, One Year Later
“Beat them again. And you rowing for your life. Tell it again!” Brent clapped his knee and laughed.
We all sat on the sofa near the even gaudier Christmas tree Mom had decorated this year. Niles’ arm was around my shoulders and I snuggled into his side. I hadn’t seen him since fall break. Skyping and phone sex were great, but just being near him was making me hot all over, and in one spot in particular. His scent, clean and delicious, was all I could smell. His voice all I could hear.
He rubbed my arm, up and down his hand moved in a smooth, easy, nonstop motion. He was playing it cool for our parents, but I could sense the heat beneath the surface. I couldn’t wait for it to explode outward in a flare of energy.
He obliged Brent and started his story of rowing victory again. “Well, the Cambridge cunts—”
“Niles!” Mom clutched at where her pearl strand should have been.
“Oh, it’s an accurate description, love.” Brent kissed Mom on her neck, lingering a bit too long.
“Get a room, you two.” Niles laughed. It probably sounded normal to them. To me, it was strained. He rubbed my arm faster, as if anticipation was infecting his movements.
“Well, it is late, love. How about we go on upstairs and discuss the word ‘cunt’ a bit more, yeah?”
Mom slapped Brent’s hand off her knee, but she stood. “I’m taking him upstairs before he embarrasses himself anymore. Goodnight, you two.”
Brent rose, as well, and followed Mom to the stairs. He copped a feel on her ass as they went and I looked away, mortified. “I’d venture to say what I’m about to do to you will make my family proud, not embarrassed, love.”
“I see where you get it from,” I whispered and nuzzled Niles.
Niles smiled down at me, more predatory than amused. As soon as our parents’ door clicked closed, he was on top of me. His lips on my neck, his hands yanking my top down so he could get to my breasts. They were braless, just as he’d instructed. I wore a skirt, far too short for the season, also as he’d instructed. But I’d broken his last rule... on purpose. I’d worn panties.
His mouth was hot on my neck, his teeth demanding my attention even as he twined one hand in my hair and thumbed my nipple with the other.
“I have wanted to fuck you raw for the past two hours. Since I first stepped foot in here and saw you dressed like that. Perfect little tart. All mine. Just like I told you. Did you know that?”
“I may have had an idea.” I smiled.
He squeezed my breast so hard it almost hurt and then let off. I sighed as he kissed to my mouth and claimed it as his own. His kiss was rough, devouring me just as surely as a wolf.
He yanked my legs up onto the couch so I was fully on my back, and spread them apart. His cock was hard against me, promising me so much. I dug my nails through his shirt and into his back before yanking up on the fabric. He sat back and ripped it over his head, showing me his sun kissed chest and sculpted abs.