She couldn't speak, let alone form the word "yes". So instead she just nodded. God, how could she stay mad when he sounded so sincere and genuine?
"Tell me this isn't just me feeling this." He lowered his head to the crook of her neck again and continued to lick and nip at her flesh. The light sprinkling of scruff along his jaw had her nipples tightening.
"No." She panted out that one word. He didn't pull away from her, but he did grow tense against her, and she swore he held his breath. A moment of silence passed between them before she spoke again. "It isn't just you, Alex." She licked her lips, knowing that uttering those words would forever change everything. "I want you, Alex. I want this so badly even though I shouldn't." The latter should have been kept to herself.
He groaned deeply right before he moved back to her mouth and kissed her brutally. For several long, drugging moments, all he did was fuck her mouth with his. It reminded her so much of sex by the way he thrust his tongue between her lips, and then pulled away just as suddenly. Then, because as if he wanted to make her even more crazed, and knew that he could, he started grinding his huge erection into her stomach. Over and over he did this, drawing out more wetness between her thighs and soft mewling noises from her throat.
This is wrong. This is right. She should stop him. No, she should bring him closer.
He broke the kiss, tightened his hold on her arms, and spun her around until her back was down against the smooth, ice cold wall on the other side of the room. The wall of lockers now obstructed the view of the door, and there was no doubt in her mind he had planned that. Alex pressed his erection against her belly, ground that thick, solid length into her soft flesh, and didn't let up until she realized it was all for her.
"I'm so damn sorry for making you feel less than what you are, Mary." He looked into her eyes, and she held her breath, feeling exactly how much he meant them. "I said those things, did those things, because I thought pushing you away was what was best. I'm a shitty guy, have done a shitload some things that I'm not proud of, and you could do a hell of a lot better." He had already told her this much just moments before, but she didn't stop him, because she could see an almost anguish in his expression, and knew he needed to say these things over and over again until they felt right for him.
He had this hard exterior, this bad boy persona, and talked and acted the part, but right now he was showing her that under all of that was just a boy. He hid behind that wall he erected, just like she did, but right now, when it was just the two of them, he showed her himself. He may have baggage, and a reputation that rivaled a porn star's, but he was a good guy, no matter what he said. She had judged him too quickly, and yeah, he had made her feel like shit, but even if he hadn't just told her why he had done the things he had, she had thought that might have been his true intentions.
"I want this, right now, Mary. I need you to give it to me."
Their combined breathing was ragged and labored. Could she actually so this with him, right here and right now? Shit, she really wanted to. The nod she gave him was short and fast, but he had seen it nonetheless, He dragged his teeth up and down her throat, causing a sting of pain to burst within her, but then smoothed his tongue along the sensual abuse until pleasure took the front seat. He continued to thrust his dick against her belly, and she let her head fall back until the sound of her head hitting the wall her pierced the room. Their breathing was identically erratic, and new beads of sweat covered both of their flesh, mixing together because they were pressed impossibly close. "God, I need this, Mary. Since the moment I saw you in my house that night I haven't been able to get you out of my head." He ground his cock into her once more, and a small gasp left her. He felt so big that her nipples tightened further, pressing against the tight elastic of her top, and threatening to tear right through the material.
Mary wasn't going to worry that giving into him might have been something that broke her heart in the end, because in reality she was sick of holding herself back, always following certain standards, and wanted this more than she had ever wanted any other time before. "I want this, too."
He groaned against her throat and moved his hands between their bodies to cup her breasts. Her top didn't allow for much give, and her breasts were somewhat compressed behind the fabric. He squeezed her breasts, gave a low growl, and slipped his fingers under the snug hem of it. His bare fingers skimmed her damp, overheated flesh, and a second later he was wrenching the material up and over her chest. They sprang free and shook from the force of him tearing the fabric away, but that was the last thing on her mind because his hands suddenly cupped her bare flesh and squeezed to the point of pain. There was no nervousness on her side over the fact her slightly rounded belly and wide hips were on full display. But it helped her feel confident over her size sixteen body when Alex touched her the way he did, like he couldn't get enough of her. She didn't want foreplay, didn't want touches, and didn't want to talk. All she wanted was to feel him inside of her, using all that raw power that he exuded to thrust repeatedly inside of her. No more thinking, no more questioning her actions or how she felt, Mary just decided to go for it and prayed she was making the right decision.
Reaching between them she started pushing his shorts down, needing to feel every part of him. He rested his head in the crook of her neck, his frantic breath moving across her exposed breasts. Before she effectively got his shorts passed the part of him she really needed, he placed his hand on hers, stilling her movements. "Why are you stopping?" She could hear her pulse racing in her ears, and feel it in her throat.
"Are you sure about this, baby, because once we do it can't be undone."
No fucking shit. She wished he wouldn't question it. Wasn't he the one that was just telling her he needed this to happen?
"Stop talking and just fuck me already."
Whoa, where in the hell had that come from? He half chuckled, half groaned, and suddenly his hands were off of hers. She quickly pushed his shorts the rest of the way down, and he kicked them to the side. A small cry left her when the scorching hot length of his dick touched the exposed flesh of her belly, but that wasn't the only reason the noise left her. A spark of iciness touched her skin, and when she looked down she saw why. Alex was pierced at the tip of his dick. She knew what they called that, a Prince Albert, and until this very moment she didn't know how turned on she could be by the sight. The crescent shaped barbell had to have hurt when they put it through him, but she also wondered how it felt pushing into her, and moving along her inner walls.
"Hold on, baby." He pulled away from her too quickly, and she braced her hands on the wall behind her. Everything felt hazy, but soon her mind and vision cleared enough to watch Alex move to one of the lockers, grab his wallet from inside, and take out a condom. The sight of him in nothing at all was like a kick to her stomach. Clenching her thighs together because the image had gush after gush of moisture leaving her, she mentally told him to hurry the hell up. She had never been a girl who liked a guy's butt, but holy hell on a cracker did he have a nice ass. In fact, everything on him was nice, and not one ounce of fat covered his massive, golden colored frame. He turned back around, and of course her gaze immediately zeroed in on the massive cock that jutted from him, and the silver metal adorning the head that glinted under the florescent lighting. Well shit, she wasn't surprised to see that everything on him was just as big and impressive.
He stalked forward, and really there was no other word that effectively described what he was doing. For a moment all he did was watch her, but she was transfixed by the way he stared at her, as if she was the only woman who had ever been partially nude before him. At that one moment Alex made her feel like there was no one else for him.
Without breaking eye contact he sheathed himself with the condom and stepped forward until their chests brushed together. He didn't attempt to remove her top, just made sure he had an unobstructed view of her breasts. As if he read her mind he lowered his eyes to that part of her anatomy.
"You're so fucking hot, Mary." He covered her chest with his big hands and rubbed his thumbs along the aching peaks. He did this for long, agonizing minutes, and just when she opened her mouth to tell him she couldn't handle anymore, he let go of her. But he didn't stop, and had no intentions of it, because he took hold of the waistband of her pants and pushed them, along with her panties, down in one, swift move.