Page 57 of Where There's Smoke

My back arched under us, and I reached up to grab his shoulders. Not that grabbing onto him helped any; his taut muscles quivering beneath my palms and the heat of his skin against my own just made the world spin that much faster, rendered me that much less articulate.

Anthony, however, didn’t have that problem. He leaned down and kissed me lightly. “You want it hard, Jesse?” He panted against my lips between light kisses and deep thrusts. “You want me to fuck you until it hurts?”

All I could do was repeat that one, breathless word: “Please.”

Anthony kissed me once more. “Get on your hands and knees, then.”

I sucked in a breath. The promise behind that command, the anticipation of what he had in store for me, completely negated any thought I might have had about protesting as he pulled out.

He must have known how unsteady I was, though, because he offered me a hand and helped me sit up.

“Doing all right?” His lips pulled back in a toothy grin.

“Doing just fine,” I slurred.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he whispered and kissed me again. Then, at his direction, I turned around and got up on my hands and knees.

I took a deep breath, willing myself to relax no matter how much anticipation and excitement had me shaking and ready to come unglued.

He rested one hand on the small of my back. Maybe to steady me, maybe to steady himself, but it certainly centered me. Focused all my attention and senses on him, on that gentle touch.

I wanted to beg him to make good on his promise, but before I could draw a breath, never mind speak, he pressed his cock against me. Into me. All the way inside me in one long, slow stroke.

I screwed my eyes shut and moaned as he pulled out just as slowly. He pushed back in, withdrew, and picked up speed. His strokes were smooth and easy, but every stroke inched closer to a thrust. Before I knew it, there was nocloserabout it; he thrust into me. Hard and fast, deep and violent, and I couldn’t find enough breath for even the softest of moans. My elbows threatened to collapse beneath me, and had I been standing, my legs probably would have buckled already.

“Tell me if this is too much,” he said.

It was already too much. Way too much. But I just bit my lip and rocked back against him, trying to drive him deeper, because I needed more.

Anthony adjusted his grasp on my hips, and I held my breath.

Please…please…please…

Heslammedinto me, forcing all the air out of my lungs, and my vision clouded over, and before I could recover he did it again. Deeper, so hard it was almost more than I could take, and when he did it a third time, I couldn’t stop the helpless, choked half sob that escaped my throat. And he still didn’t stop. Didn’t let up. Holy fuck, he didn’t back off at all, and I had never in my life experienced anything so amazing.

I was only distantly aware of Anthony’s fingers digging into my hips. My consciousness was completely consumed by every stroke, every powerful thrust, and he was right: hedidknow how to make it hurt, and it was perfect. For the first time in my life, sex was perfect. It was right. This was what I had been missing all along, what I’d craved, and if it got any more intense, I was sure I’d shatter.

To hell with it. If I shattered, so be it, because I wanted to know just how painfully incredible this could get.

I shifted my weight onto one arm, intending to reach for my own cock, but a deep thrust knocked me off balance. I smacked my palm against theheadboard for support. Cool panic rushed through me but quickly dissipated as Anthony continued fucking me without missing a beat.

Never in my life had I experienced anything like this. Tears burned my eyes. Sheets bunched in my supporting hand. Anthony was inside me, thrusting to the perfect depth. He stretched me to the very limit, that line where pain was delicious instead of unbearable. Fuck, he was perfect. Our bodies fit together like mine was made for no other purpose than this.

The ache of my impending orgasm bordered on unbearable, but I gritted my teeth and fought my inevitable climax. I didn’t want to come yet. I’d waited too long to feel like this.

Anthony’s hand drifted up the center of my spine, leaving goose bumps standing at attention in its wake, and hooked over my shoulder. Then his other hand followed the same path, but instead of going to my shoulder, it slid up into my hair. He closed his fingers around my hair, and my scalp stung and we both swore and he fucked me harder still.

Everything about this was so, so right. His cock inside me, his iron fist in my hair, and this perfect, natural surrender.

Surrender. That was it. Like no one before him, Anthony subtly, quietly, and unmistakably demanded complete surrender, and I gave it to him. I wanted to. I needed to. If he’d asked me to, I’d have knelt at his feet and begged him to let me. I was completely at his mercy, and there was never a more liberating moment than when I realized that. I’d always had to hold something back when I had sex, but not now.

I just…let go.

Anthony fucked me hard, fucked me deep, and my body ached and my eyes stung and it wasperfect.

“Fuck, Jesse…” His strained, breathless voice made me shiver. “Oh my God, you feel…” His fingers twitched on my shoulder and in my hair, and he moaned as he forced himself into me again and again and again. “I’m gonna fucking lose it, Jesse, you’re…oh,God…”

Of everything Anthony did to arouse me, nothing held a candle to the way his trembling, faltering voice chipped away at what little control I had left. Knowinghewas close,hewas falling apart,hewas this turned on, sent me into depths of oblivion I had never imagined possible.

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