Page 13 of F*cking Shattered

In the darkened shadows of the alley, he looks like something else altogether. He isn’t the cute guy that leaned casually against a tree earlier today. No, now he’s dark and dangerous, like a beast that stalks its prey in the night, taking exactly what he wants from me as he’s fueled with lust and desire.

Seeing him flip a switch like that only makes my toes curl with anticipation. I want this…with him. I’ve never wanted a man this much in my whole entire life. And I’ve never wanted this kind of sex. But with him, I want it all.

His dark blue eyes never leave mine as he unfastens his belt. The metal clanks in the dark, causing the tiny hairs on my damp skin to stand up straight.

It’s like he’s afraid to take his eyes off of me in fear I will run away. He pulls a condom from his pocket and opens it with his teeth, the action raw and gritty.

But I’m not about to run. Not this time. This time, my body is getting exactly want it wants. I will no longer allow myself to run away because things frighten me or get too intense.

Instead of running like my brain is begging me to, I reach out and unbutton his jeans before sliding my hand down the front. The moment my hand comes into contact with him, he lets out a hissing breath and his mouth crashes against mine, owning every part of me.

He breaks the kiss as he grabs my wrist and pulls my hand away from him. Lowering his jeans over his hard erection, he slides the condom on.

Suddenly, he steps toward me, pressing his chest against mine as he grabs my thighs and lifts me up, pressing my back against the wall.

He positions himself at my entrance but pauses. “Last chance to back out.”

I roll my eyes. “Shut up and fuck me.”

As those last words escape into the night, he slides deep inside, filling me to the brim. My nails bite into his shoulder as an audible gasp leaves me.

I’ve never heard that sound leave my lips before. It sounded straight pornographic, so much so that his dick twitches inside of me. He leans back, looking over my face with a sexy but smug grin playing on his lips. He cocks his head to the side. “I think someone likes it rough,” he says, pulling out and thrusting back inside of me.

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from calling out and drawing a crowd.

“Did you even know that about yourself?” Slowly he pulls out, and quickly hammers back into me.

I don’t want to talk. I can’t. Right now, all I can do is feel. And I need him to do that. I need to know the feeling of being pushed over the edge of the earth. I need to know what it’s like to spin and spin until I’m still and the world is spinning around me. I need the feeling of being shattered into so many pieces, there’s no possible way of collecting them all.

I move in for a kiss, and as if he knows what I need, he moves his mouth to mine, giving, taking, completely fucking dominating me.

He holds my hips tightly, so tight I bet I’ll have bruises tomorrow. But that’s also something I need. I need the reminder of this moment on my skin so that when I wake up, I’ll know it was real, that it happened.

He moves in and out of me forcefully, hitting that exact right spot. His hands tour my body, squeezing my hips, waist, and breasts. His tongue slides against my own before he bites my lower lip, causing a searing pain to flood over me. And even though it hurts and I can taste a faint tinge of blood, it causes my release to rise and shatter at its peak.

My nails dig into his shoulder blades, and I let out whimpers and moans until I feel him shudder his own release with a growl. He pumps hard into me one last time, so deep I scream in pain, but pain is something I’ve come accustomed to. It’s a part of me now. And it’s changing me.

Chapter Four

My legs are still wrapped around his hips, and his chest is pressed against mine. He looks up at me, and his blue eyes are shining again. They are a clear blue with green undertones. Just staring into them sets my body ablaze, especially now that I know he can press all the right buttons inside of me.

I don’t even know this man, but he’s the only person left that’s ever challenged me to feel and to be free. I want to know more about him: his name, where he’s from, why he was at Katie’s parents’ house today. But I’m almost afraid that getting these answers will break the spell for me.

Staring into his eyes as his chest rises and falls quickly, his hot breath blowing against my face, it’s all beginning to feel too intimate, a place I’m not willing to go. I push against his chest until he pulls out of me and places my feet on the ground.

He turns his back to me while he pulls off the condom and tosses it into a nearby dumpster, and I straighten my dress.

I can see his arms moving, like he’s positioning himself back into his pants, and then I hear the zipper on his jeans. I know he will be turning around any minute now, and the alcohol is wearing off. My face feels like it’s on fire. I need to get out of here before he turns around and we have to have some kind of awkward conversation.

I quickly walk back around the building as quietly as I can before he sees me. Once I’m no longer in eye shot, I pick up the pace and rush around to the front to hail a cab.

Katie must really want me to have this one-night stand, because the first cab I see stops, and I jump inside.

In a rush, I tell him my address. He shifts the car into drive and hits the gas. I turn to look back the way I came and see him walk out of the shadows. He looks to his left and then to his right. His eyes zero in on me in the back of the cab. I see his shoulders fall, relief or disappointment washing over him, I’m not sure which. Probably relief. A guy like that doesn’t get disappointed when a girl like me leaves without being asked.

I turn back around in my seat and face forward, thinking over what I have just done. I had my first one-night stand. I mean, he didn’t take me back to his apartment, I didn’t have to sneak out of bed, but that’s not what makes it a one-night stand, is it?

For the sake of the list, I’m going to say no. I had sex with a complete stranger, and I have no intention of seeing him again. That is definitely a one-night stand.

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