Page 56 of Let the Game Begin
He raised the fingers he’d just used to touch me up to his mouth and sucked them with an obscene groan. He licked away the taste of me and pinned me fast with the golden gems of his eyes. He gave me a wicked grin while I turned violently red.
He rubbed my ass cheek with one hand and used the other to masturbate himself from the base to the tip of his enviable length. I was captivated: his body had been created for the express purpose of giving pleasure. He was built to fan the flames of the female libido and to awaken unexplored desires. Though I had played at resistance before, I was now bent over and eager to welcome him in.
Suddenly, the knowledge that Jared was just a short distance away in the guest room brought me back to reality. Hard. A wave of misery washed away the thrill of the moment. I lifted up my torso, intending to put a stop to all of this. Intending to get dressed and flee from this boy who represented for me all that was wicked.
When I tried, however, Neil put his hand on the back of my neck againand forced me down into the same position as before. Except this time he pressed me harder into the desk to keep me from moving at all.
“Jared is right there. We shouldn’t…” I was whimpering and I could feel tears forming in the corners of my eyes. My heart was pounding violently and my chest was sore. Neil chuckled. He was enjoying my vulnerable state.
I, on the other hand, was so bewildered: one moment I was aroused; the next moment I was grief-stricken.
“So what? Josh or whatever the fuck that asshole’s name is can hear his girl enjoying herself while someone fucks her for once,” he said, satisfaction evident in his baritone voice before he penetrated me with one short, decisive thrust. I jolted against the desk and let out a yell that had Neil covering my mouth with the palm of his hand.
“Shh…” His powerful, muscular body was smothering me. He leaned his chest into my back until I was pressed completely flat against the wood. Then he began to move inside me with force, giving me no time to adapt to the large intrusion.
“Neil! Please,” I murmured against the warmth of his hand. But even to myself it sounded more like a plea for him to continue.
My hearted battered my ribs, my pants grew faster and faster while my vagina pulsed, accommodating him in all his thickness. I felt an intense pressure against my pelvic muscles. Every time he slowly dragged out of me, I opened my eyes up wide just to squeeze them shut again when he slammed back in with a firm thrust.
He was well aware of his unusually large size. He had taken it into account during our first time, but now he was using it to dominate me, to force me to feel every bit of his strength. He felt like a perpetual motion machine, built only to pound, pound, pound, and pound again. I felt like he was trying to suck out my soul, to corrupt me and then feed off my most intimate desires.
“Softer, please…” I managed as he continued to move against me as though only he and his pleasure even existed. He pressed one hand against my hip while the other was still clutching the base of my neck. He moved his hips implacably against me, slamming against my ass.
“You asked me to show you the real me, your first time,” he answered in a shady, sensual tone. He’d waited a few moments to answer me; so longthat I assumed he’d forgotten about my request. He sounded thoughtful, lost in some shadow realm. All at once, I realized that my body was only a means to an end for him. In contrast to our last time, he was trying to show me how incapable he was of feeling or connecting sex with anything more significant than an orgasm.
There was nothing of the gentle boy who had undressed me and touched me before left in him now. There were no understanding looks or reassuring smiles or human contact. His burning stare was fixed exclusively on his swollen erection pumping into me, incessant, brutal, and carnal. He saw nothing but my ass cheeks, red from his slaps, and my hips, aching from hitting that awful wooden desk.
“N… Neil,” I babbled in a panic, because he seemed too far away and his passion too rough and uncontrollable. I also realized he wasn’t wearing a condom, again, which only increased my panic.
“Do you always do it bare?” I managed to ask him in the small space between one thrust and the next. Neil rubbed between my legs with one hand, concentrating on my clit. Then I heard him emit a tiny groan in my ear, one of the few sounds he typically made.
“No, only with you,” he admitted, though I couldn’t be sure if it was actually true. He kept rubbing me with one hand, fingers slipping between the hot, giving folds of my sex. And despite the minor discomfort, I offered it up freely to him.
“I hope you’re not lying,” I murmured, closing my eyes. I felt exhausted and sore, despite how aroused I’d become by his shocking show of force. The more he drove into me the slicker I got, in spite of the way my weary muscles screamed at me to make him stop.
He used his tight grip on my hair to force me to bend my back and turn my face in his direction. I opened my eyes again just as Neil breathed against my lips. I met his gaze and noticed a total absence of emotion there. Then, unexpectedly, a flicker of concern moved across his unusual eyes. This was the first bit of human connection we’d shared since he decided to show up in my room. He nuzzled the tip of my nose with his own and then kissed me, urgently and passionately. I moaned into his full, greedy lips, and then Neil showed me just how unrelenting he could be. He began to synchronize themovements of his tongue with the thrusts of his pelvis. He stopped teasing my clit and moved that hand up to my breast, gripping and kneading it forcefully.
I wanted to feel his skin; I wanted to trace his tattoos and learn more of his story. I wanted to soak up his heat the way I did that first time on my bed, but that wasn’t possible. Neil kept his clothes on, emotionally far away, consumed solely by his desire to possess me. He broke the kiss and bent me over again, pushing my back down with his chest. Then he continued to move in that firm, rapid way. Always seeking more, like some insatiable beast.
I came abruptly, strangling him and trapping him in that private place where only he had ever been granted access. I ground my lip between my teeth as I felt electrical pulses moving through my body, a rainbow of colors appearing before my eyes. I also slowly became aware of the sound the desk was making as it slammed into the wall. The fear of being discovered mingled with the devastating sensations I was experiencing.
But that was just what Neil was: a lusty man leading me to hell, uncaring about any consequences. I felt buffeted along by a wind that I couldn’t outrun, and this little vice of mine was becoming a genuine bad habit.
Pleasure fused with the pain of his thrusts and radiated through every cell in my body. I arched my back and chased his movements, hoping he would come soon as well.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he squeezed my still bra-covered breasts and continued to drive into me like a maniac. I silently prayed for him to orgasm because I didn’t know how long I could continue to absorb all that power. Now that I’d gone over my own peak, his member was more uncomfortable inside me.
“Look, Selene. Look at that…” He moved my face toward the mirror and only then did I realize that he’d had a full view of us the whole time, lost in our moment of wanton excess. I could see Neil bent over me, his marble-hard glutes contracting with each thrust, his pants lowered to his knees. His flexed forearms were so big they seemed in danger of ripping his shirt. His face was beautiful, with a cruel smile on his red, swollen lips.
Then, I saw myself: legs half-bent, my spine curved and my butt raisedup. I saw my reflection’s breasts flattened against the wood, cheeks flushed, lips parted. My eyes were shining and my hair was a mess.
I looked like a wild creature, a woman without inhibitions.
It didn’t look likeme.
“Do you like to watch? It makes me crazy,” he said, and I felt something wet gliding down my cheeks. I was crying.
It was in that moment that I truly understood the profound differences between the two of us. I had pushed myself so hard, trying to bridge the gap of that difference. But instead I had just lost myself as I followed him.
