My hands hit the warm glass, just as Drex’s hot breath finds my neck. I suck in a painful shot of air just as he pushes my shorts down. They drop to my ankles, and I step out of them, even though he keeps my movements restricted with his hold.
My shirt is torn off me, and my bra is tossed aside. He does all this with one hand as though it’s the easiest task in the world. I stare out at the backyard, looking over the pool, trying to catch my breath, just as he grabs the lacy underwear and jerks them down to my thighs.
A whimper escapes me, and I feel him grin as his teeth graze a spot of flesh between my neck and shoulder.
“Could Ben have you whimpering before he even really touched you?” His voice is challenging, as if daring me to tell him a lie.
But I don’t lie.
“No,” I whisper.
His hands run up my sides, moving up until he’s cupping my breasts, and he takes my nipples, squeezing them both. My knees try to buckle, but he drops one hand to my waist, anchoring me to the spot.
“Could Ben cause your knees to give out?” His husky whisper is barely heard over my own loud breaths.
The more he talks, the wetter I get, and he notices, especially when his hand curves around and cups me. My back arches reflexively as I try to grind against him, needing that friction.
“Did it feel like this when Ben touched you?” he asks, smirking against my neck as he pushes one thick digit inside me. But it’s not enough, and he knows it.
“Drex,” I whisper, making it sound like a plea.
“What, baby?” I ignore the fact that he sounds amused while he fucks me with his finger.
“Please,” I whisper again.
His hands move away from me, and I immediately feel the loss. But I don’t turn around because I hear the rustle of clothes being pulled off, telling me he’s about to fulfill my plea.
Hot skin finds my back, and I shiver despite his warm touch. His hands move to my hips, tugging me back, and my head falls to the side when he speaks against my ear.
“Did Ben ever make you beg for it?”
My breath catches in my throat as his finger skates over my clit, leaving it throbbing even more and desperate for touch.
“No,” I finally manage to squeak out, and he shifts behind me, adjusting his height so that he has the right angle.
He pushes my panties down a little more, restricting how far I can open my legs.
It’s erotic torture, because I want to spread them so much wider.
He bends me, pushing me down to an almost ninety-degree angle, but I keep my hands against the glass to brace myself.
The tip of his cock grazes my entrance, as he echoes, “No.” He pushes in hard, surprising me, but holds me to keep me from slamming into the glass, as he buries himself deep inside me. “The answer is no, because he never fucking owned you the way I do.”
He starts moving, setting almost a punishing rhythm, and my hands cling to the surface of the glass the best they can. One of his hands stays on my waist, keeping me anchored to him as he slaps into me from behind. His other hand curls around my hair, using it to tug my head back and force me to look at him through the reflection in the glass as he fucks me raw.
It’s primal, it’s hot, and it’s dirty. There’s no finesse. No romance. But it’s so damn good.
His intense blue eyes hold my gaze, daring me to look away. But I don’t. There’s something exciting about the stare down, something different. Even though his motions are brutal, his eyes aren’t.
The lace of my panties bites into the flesh of my thighs, reminding me I can’t spread my legs any farther. It locks me like this, keeping me right where Drex wants me, and I’m happy to relinquish that small bit of power.
Something silent passes between us, though I’m not sure what. But his expression changes, and his rhythm slows just barely. My breaths come out quicker when he rubs that spot deep inside me, a spot Ben sure as hell never activated.
It’s almost painful because it feels so damn good. Drex’s hips continue to drive into me, and the pressure continues to build in response.
Erotic pain shoots from my toes to my thighs, before I suddenly explode. That’s what it feels like: an explosion.
My eyes are forced shut as painful pleasure wracks my body, stealing my breath, destroying my ability to stand, and rocking me to the core. My head spins as I barely manage to stay conscious, and my stomach contracts just as the walls inside me quiver, feeling way too sensitive, just like the rest of my flesh.
It’s the most viciously incredible orgasm I’ve ever felt, and it seems to set Drex off too, because his guttural groan resonates in my ears. I’m almost incoherent, unable to sense time around me as he picks me up, carrying me back to the couch.