Lying and Kissing(66)

He used his elbows to spread my legs wide as he rolled on a condom. One foot almost brushed the passenger seat. You really do need a lot of leg room, I thought, dazedly. Then his hands were sliding under my ass, cupping my cheeks. He lifted me—

I groaned as he sank into me in one long thrust, then groaned louder as he went deeper. I panted up at him in disbelief as he slid further—God! I hadn’t known he could go so deep! He was hunkering over me, his body almost covering mine, our faces close together. And then the tight curls at the base of his cock were caressing my lips and he was inside me completely.

I stared up at him. He wasn’t even moving, yet, but the vibrations of the car were moving me minutely around him, and that was making me tighten and spasm around his hardness. The leather seat under me was firmer than a bed and that made it feel different, too. Everything seemed more intense—maybe it was the moving car, maybe it was the fact we were properly together for the first time, more than just lovers. But I could feel every millimeter of him, every throbbing vein.

He reached up and traced my lips with a finger, following their shape. Then he started to draw back, very slowly, and the feel of him leaving me made me quiver. Every inch that he moved was a silken caress that left me panting.

I wanted it. But my hands reached for him anyway, gripping his shirt as if to slow him down.

Immediately, he grabbed my wrists, trapping them, bearing them down onto the leather above my head. I started to pant faster, staring up at him with huge eyes, pushing upwards against him. My wrists didn’t budge. Neither did my hips, when I tried to lift them. He had me exactly where he wanted me, spread for him on a firm, leather seat. And now he was going to fuck me.

I could have asked him to stop.

I didn’t.

He slammed back into me, his muscled body huge between my thighs, and I cried out—a high little moan that didn’t sound like me at all. He began to thrust, his biceps bunched and hard, his chest wide and magnificent as he bore down into me. In the window behind him, I saw the reflection of his ass tensing and hollowing as he drove into me, filling me, and I cried out anew. I could see my own legs, too, stockinged and spread beneath him. The maiden, ravaged by the monster. The heat boiled up inside me.

His cock was like a silk-wrapped iron bar inside me, filling every millimeter of available space and then drawing out to leave a void that I immediately needed him to fill again. I began to push against his hands, trying to wriggle a wrist free. Each tiny battle resulted in him tightening his grip a little more, increasing my feeling of helplessness.

I wanted to struggle. But I didn’t want to escape. God, this is so wrong….

He stared down into my eyes and I knew that he knew. He understood. His eyes gleamed, his thrusts coming faster and harder, forcing me down into the soft leather of the seat and leaving me breathless and shuddering. My climax was twisting as it rose, tightening into a red-hot ball of energy, and I could feel him approaching his end, too, his thrusts growing savage even as I saw his jaw tense. He leaned even closer into me, his mouth beside my ear, and he whispered in English, “You like it like this, don’t you, Arianna? You like being helpless under me.”

I let out a groan. The sound of that word, helpless, sent an earthquake through me, ripping my climax free from its bindings and letting it soar up inside me. I thrashed frantically against him and he held me even tighter and that’s when it started. A choking, quaking orgasm unlike any I’d had before, one that started in my chest and rolled out to my toes, powerful and somehow cleansing. I exploded into white fire around him, my back arching and my head pushing hard back into the seat leather.#p#分页标题#e#

I felt him jet and pulse inside me, that sudden blast of heat that extended my own moment. And then we were slumping together, muscles slack and exhausted. I wound my arms and legs around him and we lay entangled like that until we reached his apartment building.

It was only when we got out of the car that I realized my fear had gone. The memories were still there, but simply being in a car didn’t seem to be a trigger, anymore. Somewhere in that sweating, grinding chaos, I’d managed to break that link. I wasn’t healed, but I was healing.

After three years frozen, it couldn’t be that easy...could it?

Maybe it could be. I felt a tiny flame flicker into life, deep within the ice. In some twisted way, Luka and his brand of rough, urgent sex was good for me. And he’d let Ralavich’s son live. In some way, I was good for him.

Was it possible that there was hope for us?

And then, as the afterglow faded and we ascended in the elevator, the realization hit me so hard that I stumbled and had to clutch at Luka’s hand for support. I was his girlfriend, now, closer to him than Elena or Natalia had ever been. He’d made sacrifices for me, put his faith in me. He’d chosen me over his father.