Page 4 of Killer Attraction

Fuck. I didn’t know what it was about him calling me little bird, but it made me shiver. It felt possessive yet dark.

But I also didn’t want him to stop.

“You. Need you.” I gasped as his hand slid down the curve of my ass, grazing over my crease but not getting anywhere near close enough. My cock was hard and leaking between my legs, suspended over the bed, unable to get any friction.

“I’m right here,” he teased, swatting my ass and eliciting a sharp cry.

“Fuck me. Please. Need you to fuck me.” I knew I sounded desperate, but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. There was no pretext as to what we went to the room for. We both knew we were looking for sex, so there was no need to be coy about it. Especially since he already had me naked and presenting my ass for him.

Nate’s hand stroked up my side, fingers gliding over the ruined flesh of the scars that were there, and I stilled. My brain started to scream and rebel against the touch.

“Lube? Condoms?” he asked, moving away as though he sensed my discomfort.

I let out a shaky breath and needed to gulp in several lungfuls of air before I was able to answer him. “Nightstand drawer,” I gasped out, still feeling overwhelmed. I had to stifle a snort at the fact I actually had use for the supplies Victoria had teased me with before she placed them in the drawer, just in case.

It was so stupid. A gorgeous man was ready to pound me into oblivion, and I couldn’t stop thinking about those damn scars. I didn’t even remember what happened when I got them, but the deep-seated trauma meant I couldn’t handle them being touched or talked about. There was a sense of shame that rolled over me at how I reacted. I thought I had a better grip on it than that.

I mentally slapped myself. I needed to get it together. Opportunities like this didn’t present themselves that often for me. I let out a slow breath and willed my body to relax.

My head fell to the side, and I watched Nate take what he needed from the drawer. He caught me watching him and gave me a wink before he settled behind me. Usually I didn’t like it like this. I needed to see what was going on and feel like I had some control, even if I longed to give it up and have all the choices taken out of my hands.

When I heard the snap of the cap from the lube, my hips rocked back, eager to get the show on the road.

A soft chuckle came from behind me, and I let out a groan as his palms spread my cheeks, exposing my tight pink hole. He echoed my groan with one of his own as one of his lubed-up fingers lightly circled around my rim.

I squirmed as I let out a gasp, needing more than the light, teasing touch he was giving me. More than anything, I needed him to fill me and take me out of my own head. Even if it was only for one night.

“So fucking perfect,” Nate whispered as his finger tapped at my entrance before the tip slid in.

A shiver ran down my body as he breached me. My hips rocked, desperately trying to get him deeper. It didn’t take long before he was sliding in and grazing my prostate.

I let out a yelp and bucked on the bed. The way he hit that hidden spot made it feel like there was an electric current bolting through me.

“More,” I begged. “Please, Nate.” The bastard ignored me and kept slowly sliding the one finger in and out of my tight ass. I felt like I’d explode if he didn’t start moving.

His lips grazed the curve of my ass, and he bit down as he slid a second finger deep inside. It’d been so long. Just the two thick fingers inside made me feel full. But still, I needed more. I needed it all. Needed his cock.

“Relax, little bird. Gonna make you feel so good.”

I let out a whimper at his words and the way his fingers barely stroked against my prostate as he glided in and out. There was no way he wasn’t doing it on purpose.

The way he played with me, and I responded in turn, made me feel like I was meant to be his. But I shook that thought away. Thinking like that was dangerous. This was one night, and we both knew it. No sense in embarrassing myself by thinking it could ever be more than it was.

After a few more minutes, Nate added another finger, and I let out the sluttiest groan known to man. He felt perfect as he filled me, and that was just his fingers. I could only imagine what it would feel like to be stuffed with his cock.

The bed shifted, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him reaching for the condom he’d put off to the side. Excitement zapped through my body as I heard the foil wrapper tear and the snap of the lube cap.

“You ready for me, little one?” he asked.

I nodded my head emphatically, and he let out a chuckle.

But his words and the way he treated me like something precious had rendered me speechless. He was really fucking with my head, with talk like that. I wasn’t necessarily a small guy at just shy of six feet tall, but I was slender and toned. Compared to Nate, though, I was like a little bird. He was broad and had at least three inches on me.

His words made me feel small, though, but not in a bad way. Rather, in a way that made me feel protected and cared for, which was crazy.

A shudder wracked my body and brought me back out of my head as he slid his cock along my crease. It was the first feeling I got of it, and he was huge. I let out a groan and rocked my hips back. There was nothing more that I needed than for him to tear me apart with his monster cock.

As he guided it to my hole, Nate made soothing noises and rubbed his other hand over my hip in long, firm strokes that helped to calm the nerves creeping up as the head of his dick breached the first ring of muscles.

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