Page 67 of Out of the Dark

Then, he pushes two fingers inside me without warning, the sensation so quick and intense it sends me spiraling over the edge. I cry out as I come, my body convulsing and my inner muscles clenching around his fingers. I’m overcome by the suddenness of the orgasm, rolling my hips against his hand until I’m a limp, whimpering mess.

But Mark isn't done with me yet. He continues to stroke me, his fingers moving in and out, his thumb circling my clit. The sensation is almost too much, the pleasure bordering on pain. He doesn't let up, doesn't stop. He pushes me, driving me higher and higher, forcing me to ride the wave of warring sensations.

"It's too much," I gasp. I’m shaking more than I was even before the orgasm.

"Tell me to stop," he growls.

I shake my head. It’s all-consuming, and I’m so sensitive I can hardly handle it, but I still don’t want him to stop.

"Good girl. You can take it."

His words spur me on, pushing me closer to the edge once more.

He withdraws his fingers, and I hear the rustle of fabric then the tear of a condom wrapper. And then Mark is back, his body covering mine, his cock pressing against my entrance. He slides into me slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely.

He begins to move his hips, thrusting at a quick, rhythmic pace. It’s less gentle than he has been before, and I love it.

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, my body moving in time with his. He fucks me harder and faster, and his breathing become erratic. Heat spreads through my veins as tension builds, and I wonder offhandedly how anyone might ever possibly be able to live up to this. I could do this for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.

My body tenses as pleasure builds and builds, my second orgasm of the night getting closer by the second. I lower my feet to the bed and rock my hips in time with Mark’s punishing thrusts to chase the release that’s just out of reach.

"That's it, Claire," Mark groans. "Come on, baby girl. Come with me."

And I do. I moan as I come again, loving the way his massive body covers mine, as he takes control of my pleasure so completely. He lets out a low groan as he pulses inside me.

"Fuck, you feel good," he growls.

We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our chests rising and falling with heavy breaths. When he smiles at me, it feels as if everything clicks into place. I want him so much more than I care to admit.

Mark reaches over to brush his thumb against my cheek. It’s such a gentle, affectionate gesture that makes my heart constrict with emotion. "There’s much more where that came from."

I smile, and Mark pulls me into his arms and holds me close, his body warm and comforting against mine. I melt into him, wondering how things just keep getting better and better. It’s all impossibly perfect.

We lie there for a long while before deciding to go back home. Tonight’s been a good introduction to the club for me, but I now have barely enough energy left to walk out of here, let alone explore anything else here.

We make our way back down the wide, dark hallway, and there are even more people milling about than before. It makes sense that this would be the type of place that grows busier the later it gets. A man’s eyes light up with recognition when he sees Mark.

"Hey, I haven’t seen you in a while!" the man says. His eyesflick to me, then back to Mark. He wears a playful smile, adding, "Got a girlfriend keeping you occupied nowadays?"

"Not a girlfriend. But this is my friend, Claire. It’s her first time at the club, so don’t scare her off yet," he chuckles.

"Nice to meet you, Claire," the man says.

"You too."

But the warm, happy feeling I’d had moments ago has vanished, replaced by a nagging sense of disappointment and hurt. His friend. He had gone out of his way to correct the man about me being his girlfriend and called me hisfriend.

The man raises an eyebrow at Mark before moving on in the direction he was headed, and Mark guides me back to the front room as if nothing has happened.

And to be fair, nothing has happened for him. It was a quick remark he made, and technically a true one, but it pierced my daze of contentment like a knife, the sting of subtle rejection catching me off guard.

The worst part is, I don’t have any right to be upset. We made an agreement when this started, and that agreement was to keep things strictly physical, no emotions involved. But that’s been easier said than done, so I’ve been simmering in an ever-growing affection for him without voicing it.

I just thought maybe he’d feel the same. There’s no way this is still purely physical for him.

Would it really be so terrible if we were a couple? Why is he so against it in the first place?

When we step outside, I can’t keep my thoughts to myself anymore. "Why are you so against relationships?" I blurt.

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