Page 5 of Killer Attraction

“Breathe,” he reminded me, and I let out a deep gasping breath. I bore down, trying to help ease him in, and let out a gasp. He was so fucking big, and for a moment, I wondered if he would truly tear me apart.

After a minute of him slowly rocking his hips and moving deeper inch by agonizing inch, I couldn’t take it anymore and rocked back, slamming him down the rest of the way. I let out a strangled scream but kept flexing my hips to work myself through the burn.

Nate grabbed my hips in a bruising grip. “What was that?” he bit out. “You’re going to fucking hurt yourself.”

I let out a whimper as I tried to still my hips. The last thing I wanted was Nate to be mad at me over something so stupid.

He pulled back a little and slapped my ass, making us both let out a groan.

“I’m in charge, little bird. Not you,” he growled.

I let out a whimper, but I couldn’t find it in myself to be sorry.

After that, he set a punishing pace as he pounded into me over and over. My fists were wrapped in the sheets, needing to hold onto something as he pounded away at my hole.

But he refused to hit my prostate. He was making me pay for my impatience, and it made me want to weep. I was so hard, and I couldn’t find any relief for my aching cock as he held me in place, leaving me unable to fall and grind against the bed.

“Please, please let me come.” I was a begging mess, willing to sell my soul for release.

He didn’t say anything, and I thought he was going to continue to ignore my pleas. But then the angle changed, just ever so slightly, and he was pegging my prostate over and over.

“Fuck! Oh, oh, fuuuuck, yes.” Tears streamed down my face as frustration and relief intermingled. “Please, oh god, Nate, please.”

Nate leaned over me, bracing his arms on either side of me, and leaned down to swipe his tongue over my neck. One of his arms snaked around my neck, and he pulled us up so we could practically kneel.

“Fly for me. Fly so high for me, little bird. Higher than ever before,” he whispered as he tightened the arm around my throat.

His words triggered my climax, and my load shot out of me so hard and far that I thought I was going to pass out. It took a few seconds for me to realize the spots dancing behind my eyes were because I couldn’t breathe. My hands reached up and tapped Nate’s arm.

I could hear him behind me as he pistoned into my ass, and the low groan he let out as the muscles in his arm tightened, marked his release.

“Fuck, Aiden,” he groaned out.

For a moment, I didn’t move, wanting to give him a second to get his bearings, come down, and let me go.

But he didn’t let go. I gasped Nate’s name and wrapped my hands around his arm as I tried to pull him off when he continued to squeeze. The most embarrassing thing about that moment was the way my cock let out another jet of cum.

Nate immediately let go, and I fell back to the bed, landing in the mess I had made as I wasn’t able to brace myself. Stunned, I lay there while he held my hips and slowly pulled himself out. I wasn’t sure where he went, but I felt the bed move, and realized he’d gone to the bathroom when I heard the sink turn on.

I moved my head so I was facing the opposite direction, not wanting him to see the angry and embarrassed tears that streamed down my face. Sex had never been like that for me, and I wasn’t sure I had liked it. Except, I couldn’t fool either one of us because we both knew how hard I came—untouched—and that I’d even come a second time as he choked me.

When the warm cloth unexpectedly touched my used and abused ass, I let out a hiss.

“Sorry,” he murmured, but I couldn’t tell if he really meant it or not. Or what exactly he was apologizing for—there were a few things that immediately came to mind. He didn’t stop wiping down my ass and thighs, though, tapping my hip when he wanted me to turn over so he could clean my front.

Which added even more embarrassment to my life. I’d never had a guy stop and clean me up after we had sex. Not even past boyfriends ever took the time to do that for me.

“I can do that myself,” I snarked, and he looked up at me in surprise, his brown eyes wide but unreadable.

“Oh,” he said, dropping the washcloth on the bed.

He stood there as we stared at each other, and I was unsure what I should do or say. Part of me felt stupid–until I remembered the uneasy feeling about him from the beginning. And it wasn’t as though the sex was bad. It was great.

I didn’t know why I was mad. Maybe I was mad at myself because I liked it when he choked me. Or maybe that he hadn’t discussed it prior to us having sex. I wasn’t one to kink shame, but I also thought you should have an open dialogue with a partner before unleashing something like that. Especially something so dangerous.

Nate tore his eyes away from mine and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Ummm. Sorry. I can…I can go, if you want. I’d understand.”

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