Baz pauses to look at me. A depraved gleam burning in his eyes. "Good. Cause that's the only way I know how to fuck." He picks me up and urges me onto my hands and knees. I buzz with desire, anxious for him to touch me, to use me, to fuck me.
The deep, masculine, pleasure-seeking sounds Baz makes from behind me as he palms my ass and bites my back may be the most arousing melody I have ever heard.
I freeze from a shock of pleasure as Baz spreads my inflamed cheeks and begins to lick me again. Following the path from my clit to my crack and back again until I'm soaking wet. When he presses on my exposed little button hole, I nearly fly off the table. Fear seizing my chest.
"Stevie?" Baz grabs hold of my hips before I can get too far.
"Not there," I choke out, trying to calm myself down. "Not like that." I screw my eyes shut fighting the memories threatening to invade.
"I'm sorry." I feel Baz's warm chest against my back. His calm voice soothing me. "You said-"
"I know what I said," I cut him off. "It's my fault. I wasn't thinking."
"Do you want to stop?"
Stop? I look over my shoulder and meet his worried eyes.
"No." I smile. "I want you. Badly. Just . . . not that way." I stuff down my vulnerability, hoping he doesn't see it.
"I want you badly, too." He tickles my neck with his beard, the same way he did at the bar. And just like at the bar, I giggle like a little girl. "And if I can't come in your ass, I'll just come all over it."
"Do your worst," I egg him on, rubbing myself against his erection.
"Mmm." He buries his face in the curve of my neck and slides his cock through my dewy folds. "I have never wanted a woman as much as I fucking want you." I've never wanted a man as much as I want him. But I'm not ready to divulge that tidbit of information. "From the first second I saw you. I had to have you." He nudges the head of his cock against my entrance. I push back, more eager than a thrill-seeker.
"Fuck, I hope I fit." He penetrates my pussy, stretching me immediately.
"Ego, much?" I huff as he pushes in deeper.
"It has nothing to do with ego and everything to do with basic science. You're small, I'm big." He strains.
"You'll fit," I encourage him. "Don't be scared. You won't break me."
"When you can't walk tomorrow, I don't want to hear you complain." He sinks in deeper, and my inner walls expand exponentially.
"Ah!" I throw my head back as he forces his way inside. Fuck, he is big, and thick and long, I've never been so full in my life.
"God, I want to fuck you."
"So what are you waiting for?"
"I'm only halfway in; I don't want to hurt you."
Is this guy for real? He actually cares if he hurts me or not?
"Just do it. I don't care if it hurts. I just want you, and I want you now." I continue to push back onto his cock.
"You're bossy in bed."
"Technically, we're on the table."
"We'll get there, don't worry." He thrusts and I scream.
"Stevie?"
"Baz, don't stop!"
"Shit, I couldn't if I wanted to now." His hips take on a life of their own once he's fully buried inside me. "Shit, Stevie." He pounds away, latching onto my breasts as he strikes my sweet spot again and again.
While kneading my chest, Baz hits his stride, driving us both to the peak of pleasure. The twinge of pain as my pussy clamps down adds a rough edge to my impending orgasm. I've never experienced a sensation so potent. A man so potent.
"Ah, baby, come with me." Baz pumps harder, jerking me forward with every thrust. "I want to fall with you." The exertion in his voice, the stroke of his cock, and pulse of my pussy sends me to that place. The place he wants me to go.
"Baz!" I cry out as I rupture. Wetness coating us both.
"Yes!" he hisses right before he pulls out and I feel the warm spurts of his come shower my ass.
"Fuuuuuck," he forces out hoarsely as he jerks himself off. The audible sound of his strained breath the ultimate turn-on.
I rest my cheek on my arms with my ass still up in the air as I recuperate. Shit, that was beyond amazing.
"Mmmmm. . . ." Baz circles his come into my skin with both thumbs. "That's a gorgeous sight."
I peek over my shoulder to find him biting his lower lip, overly gratified. "What is?" I question, sated.
"You, just like this, marked all over."
"Do you think you just staked some kind of claim?"
The way his eyes smolder tells me the answer is yes. And somewhere deep down that elates me. Although it shouldn't. None of this should be happening, but I just can't fucking help myself. I have no restraint when it comes to Baz. And no remorse either. I don't regret what just happened, and I'm counting the minutes until we do it again.