Page 131 of Collision
My breathing is labored with pleasure; I squeeze my eyes closed and tuck my forehead into the crook of his neck. I beg him to speed up, already feeling the heat burn its way through me. Suddenly, I feel the strongest urge to make him feel just as good as he is making me feel. I slip a hand under his sweatpants and am surprised to find that he isn’t wearing underwear. When I look at him, he just gives me that crooked smile that drives me crazy. I lean over him and kiss him again because…well, because I can’t help it. He responds with identical hunger, entwining his tongue with mine. I draw my hand over his erection; it is smooth and hot and, as I grip it, I can feel it getting larger and larger in my hand. Thomas lets out a hoarse groan and lifts his pelvis just a bit, just enough to lower his sweatpants and give me more freedom of movement. I move my hand over his entire length, and I feel him quivering under my fingers. A shy, triumphant smile creeps across my face as I realize he’s just as aroused and completely lost as I am.
“Keep going,” he grunts into my mouth. I wrap both hands around his erection, one at the base and the other around the tip, which is already leaking. I feel it stiffen as soon I begin to move my wrists up and down, coating it with liquid. The sight makes me wet too. Thomas pushes my panties aside and touches me, finally relieving some of the unbearable tension I’ve been feeling ever since he started rubbing himself against me. Then he pushes two fingers inside me and I am breathless. I toss my head back, gripping his hard-on even tighter.
“Fuck, you’re hot.” Thomas pulls his fingers out slowly, before forcefully filling me again almost immediately.
“Oh God…Thomas…” I gasp. “D-don’t stop, please…”
“I won’t stop,” he replies against my lips. “I wanna make you come so hard. Until you pass out.” He steals another greedy, passionate kiss, slipping a hand under my sweatshirt and squeezing my breast. We pleasure one other decadently, his fingers inside me, my hand on him. Moans, breathless and uncontrolled, spill from our mouths. “Christ, you’re flooding my hand.” He smiles smugly.
Oh, I am aware. And embarrassed. Yet, feeling him in my hands and watching him get off thanks to me, with his eyes half-closed, mouth slightly open, cheeks reddened…turns me on so much.
“And you’re flooding mine,” I answer, biting my lip. The gesture makes his member throb. Pleased with the reaction I’ve drawn out of him, I speed up my movements. I notice his abdomen tensing with each stroke.
“Fuck, yeah…like that…” His hoarse voice shakes me down to my bones. He uses his thumb to draw teasing circles around my most sensitive spot and thrusts his index and middle fingers in and out of me until I am delirious. Just a few strokes are enough to pull me over the edge. I contract around his fingers, trembling as I fall victim to an orgasm that Thomas tries to prolong as much as possible. Finally, he follows me with a deep grunt of passion. There is a hot, whitish gush from his tip, and it drips along his shaft and over the back of my hand. We are both hit by uncontrollable spasms. Eyes shut tight, we sink our hands into each other’s bodies, tongues entwined, breath mingling. Then, Thomas pulls his fingers out of me; they are glistening with my pleasure.
He lifts up my sweater, peels aside the bikini top, and rubs my swollen breasts obscenely. He squeezes them firmly and runs his tongue along the curve of them. “I really want to fuck you now, Ness.” He pounces on my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside in a way that feels like being touched with a burning brand. Everything he does, the way he speaks, how he moves, how he looks at me; it makes me feel something I have never felt before. I feel dirty, hungry. It’s a brand-new feeling, but I like it.
He gets off the sofa, picking me up in his arms and walking us both to his room. He closes the door behind him with a kick. He grabs sometissues from his bedside drawer, and we use them to wipe ourselves clean. Then he puts me down on top of the desk, spreads my legs, and settles himself between them, pulling me tight against him. The room, previously silent, immediately fills with the sounds of heavy breathing and hoarse moans. In no time, Thomas has me out of my shirt and bikini top, throwing both of them to the floor. At the sight of my naked breasts, he emits a moan of appreciation. He stares at them before lowering his head and closing his hungry mouth over one nipple, sucking it and pulling it delicately with his teeth. I arch my back and push myself into him. He lavishes the same attention on the other breast, giving me shivers that make my whole body unsteady. He squeezes both my breasts in his cupped hands and goes back to kissing my mouth with the kind of passion that makes me tremble. His kisses are always possessive. The kind that make you a slave to his desires. The kind that impose his will on you.
“I want you naked and under me right now.” His tone is imperious. He rips away my panties with an almost angry gesture, grabs me by the hips, and jerks me around, bending me over the desk. The press of my breasts against the wood gives me goosebumps.
He backs up a few steps and then returns. I turn my head to the side to get a better look at him and I see him tearing an aluminum packet with his teeth before pulling out a condom and slipping it on. “On second thought, I think I’ll fuck you with the skirt on.” The note of perversion in his words heats my skin. He rubs my shoulders, placing gentle kisses along my spine and on my injured shoulder. As soon as I try to get up, though, he holds me down with a hand pressed to the base of my spine.
Then he slips one leg between my thighs and spreads them, pushing his erection into the cleft of my butt. He grips my hair at the nape of my neck and, in a sensual voice, whispers, “Open those legs, Ness. Let me admire you.”
“Thomas…” I moan, embarrassed. I offer some resistance, not because I don’t want it but because I am not used to having sex like this, so shamelessly.
Seeing my hesitation, he tightens his grip on my hair and leans over me, rubbing his erection against me. He brings his mouth to my ear and licks it lasciviously, which only intensifies the sense of dizziness left by the orgasm. “You are everything a man could want to have in his hands, and between his legs.” His tongue traces down my neck and I tremble. “Don’t be embarrassed.” He grips and positions himself against my opening, sliding slowly into my warm, moist folds. He penetrates me only with his tip again and again, taking his time without going further. Then he pulls right out and I find myself moaning through clenched teeth.
“Let go.” His breath is hot and labored against my neck. Then comes another little thrust that leaves me breathless the moment he pulls back. Every fiber of my body longs to have him, to feel and possess him. I moan, squirming underneath him, and I push back against him with my butt. “Good job…” He lifts the hem of the skirt and slowly rubs my backside. “Give in to instinct.” He slaps me on one cheek, making me purse my lips to hold back a moan and, exactly at that moment, he penetrates me with a sharp thrust that makes me arch my back, clench my fists, and scream his name. He is motionless inside me, his hands on my hips, giving me a moment to get used to his size. Then, he pulls out and pushes back in with more force, making me scream once again. His thrusts are so deep and wild that they tear screams of commingled pain and pleasure from me. Without letting go of his grip on my hair, he slides his other hand down my belly to my pubic mound. His fingers move rapidly over my clitoris as he continues to sink inside me so ferociously, dragging me closer and closer to the tipping point.
“Oh God, Thomas… What…what are you doing to me?” I have never experienced such intense, overwhelming pleasure in my entire life.
“I’m pleasuring you until you pass out.” His sweat is mixing with my own, our bodies merging to a soundtrack of gasps and moans. I roll my eyes heavenward, overwhelmed by the devastating sensations. I can no longer control the chain of screams that are dragged from my lips.
I’m breathing erratically, shaking uncontrollably as the pace of histhrusting increases, becoming somehow even more brutal. My heart races, my knees are watery, my head is spinning…
“Don’t come. Not yet.” He pants out the order, as if I could actually control it.
“Thomas…I…I can’t,” I gasp, grinding eagerly against him.
He slows his thrusts until he finally stops altogether. With one movement, he skillfully flips me over, before picking me up and laying me down on the bed. “I want you to watch me make you come. You need to know that I’m the one who’s making you lose control. Only me.” He opens my lips with his tongue and sinks back into me forcefully, pushing the air from my lungs. Stunned, I watch him slide in and out of my body, I pant underneath him as I feel that wave of pleasure overwhelming me again. He stares at me with such intensity that takes my breath away.
He grabs my thigh with one hand and opens my legs up wider, as he continues to move relentlessly inside me. I am drenched in sweat, and all my nerve endings are tingling, overwhelmed with tension, pain, and insane pleasure. I clamp my knees around his hips, place my hands on his shoulders, sink my nails into his flesh, and explode with his name on my lips. He tenses the muscles in his arms and back, presses one hand into the mattress and thrusts himself into me with such unexpected force that I fear he might actually break me. I cry out, vibrating with extreme pleasure, chasing his movements with what little strength I have left, until I feel him stiffen. With his cheek pressed against mine, he gasps as his whole body quakes with his orgasm. My limbs are trembling like jelly, and Thomas, drenched and breathing heavily, collapses on my chest. We remain motionless for a long time, clutching each other, as our shared spasms slowly fade. When he does move, after having gotten his breath back, he does so to brush a few strands of hair from my temples. His face is pearly with sweat, his cheeks are flushed, and his hair falls over his forehead, softening his features. He stares at me confusedly, as if trying to tell me something with only his eyes. I try, but I just can’t understand what he’s thinking.
“Is…is everything okay?” I ask in a small whisper.
He nods half-heartedly, then presses his lips to mine and grins. “You’re still wearing the skirt.”
“Apparently it did its job well,” I joke.
He studies me with wary eyes and pulls away from me to throw the condom into the trash can next to the bed. He looks back at me. “Did you put it on for me? To make me look?”
“I put it on because I felt like it. Or, maybe to attract someone’s attention…” I bite my upper lip, uncertain whether to keep talking or preserve what little dignity I have left.
“Someone?” he presses, suddenly annoyed.
I nod and feel a stab of humiliation in my stomach as I admit this pathetic truth. I am compelled to cover my face with my hands to conceal my shame before saying: “You.” I am motionless for a few seconds, saying nothing, while I imagine him with his usual irresistible asshole smile spread all over his face, ready to mock me mercilessly.
