Page 53 of Collision
“Oh, God,” I gasp, fisting the sheets in my hands. He pulls my panties down with his teeth, and a devilish grin spreads across his lips.
“Much better without them,” he says, kissing my knee, then my inner thigh, moving steadily up and up. He uses his tongue to lap at my most sensitive spot and, for a moment, I cannot breathe. I try to move, but he holds me still, so I sink my hands into his hair and push his head deeper between my legs, urging him to give me more, begging him to calm that heat in my core that makes me gasp. With considerable skill, Thomas rotates his tongue all over my slit, from the top to the bottom. The friction of his piercing against my flesh makes my head spin.
“More…please…”
He presses one finger into me, and all my muscles contract around it. He slides it in and out divinely. He knows exactly when to speed up and when to slow down and applies the perfect amount of pressure the whole time. When he slowly slides a second finger in, I feel a jolt in my lower belly. I am losing my mind with this unbearable pleasure that reverberates through every inch of my body. When he begins tomove his fingers faster, I thrust my hips against him, moaning under his smug gaze. He interrupts that pleasure to rip off my shirt and tosses it away to who knows where. Suddenly I feel a pang of shame. I realize that I am now completely naked, in Thomas Collins’s bed. And even though I am currently more uninhibited than I’ve ever been, my insecurities are always alive inside me. My discomfort increases when I notice the hungry way Thomas looks at me: first at my open mouth, then my breasts and belly, all the way down until he reaches the crux of my thighs.
“What are you…what are you thinking?” I bite my lip, immediately embarrassed at myself for asking such a stupid question.
“If I’m being honest? About ten different ways to fuck every part of your body.”
Oh God.
He smiles and kisses me on the lips. It is a chaste kiss, nothing like the ones he’s already given me. With one hand he hitches up my thigh and wraps it around his waist. I squeeze my knee against his side and I feel his arousal—still covered by his boxers—rubbing against my center. He grabs my butt and tilts my pelvis up to intensify that pleasure. He looks me in the eyes as he does so, his lips slightly parted, a hank of dark hair falling over his forehead and his breath tickling my face. He leans over my breasts and, as he continues to rock my lower body against him, he takes a nipple between his lips and sucks it slowly, meticulously, making me arch into him.
“Please, I need you, Thomas…” I gasp, no longer able to bear the intense pulsations between my thighs. I need him to satisfy the throbbing desire or I will go crazy, I am sure of it. He brings his attention back to me, caressing my leg, resting the full weight of his body on his other arm so as not to crush me.
“Last chance to back out, Ness.”
Instead, I take his face in my hands and kiss him, biting his lip so hard that I hear him suppress a moan.
“Fuck me,” I breathe into his mouth. “Just fuck me.” At these words Thomas dives between my thighs, and I want nothing more thanto feel him inside me. With one hand pressed to the mattress, he reaches up to the nightstand and pulls out a silver packet. My eyes widen and I feel dumb for not even having thought of that. Even though I’m on the pill, you can never take too many precautions, especially with a guy like him. Thomas clouds my thinking, which isn’t a good thing.
He tears the packet open with his teeth, and that gesture triggers a sudden craving in me. I take the package from his hands. He arches an eyebrow, frowning. “I want to do it,” I confess, in a small voice. I don’t know what is happening to me. None of this is me.
Thomas, after an initial moment of astonishment, gives me a cheeky smile that exudes unadulterated virility and wickedness. He pulls off his boxers, sits back on his heels, and positions me on him. The sight of his erection towering between us makes me tremble and gulp at the same time. Our faces are aligned, and Thomas squeezes my butt with one hand. With the other he grips himself and starts rubbing the head slowly along my cleft, lubricating it with my fluids and making me shiver with pleasure. Feeling it skin to skin sets me aflame. I see the same fire burning in his dilated pupils. “It’s all yours.”
I swallow and, with a courage I cannot explain, I wrap my trembling hands around his burning-hot member. Thomas represses a low moan when I caress the moist tip with the pad of my thumb. I slide the condom on him, noting how the muscles in his abdomen twitch under my gentle and somewhat unsure touch. I bite my lip and lift my eyes to his. Heat. That’s all I see there.
“Are you still sure?”
I nod.
Immediately, Thomas slams me against the mattress and, with an abrupt stroke that moves me a few inches, he penetrates me. He wrenches from me a cry of commingled pain and pleasure. It is unexpected, strong and invasive. Yet, having him inside me is the most incredible sensation I have ever felt. I loop my arms around his neck and tighten my lips, while he pauses and gives me a moment to get used to his size. When the initial burning fades, I lift my hips and urge him to continue. He grabs my thighs and spreads them even wider. He pullsout slowly and penetrates me again with even more force, making me scream. I dig my nails into his shoulders and scratch hard. Suffused with a savage satisfaction, he continues to move relentlessly in and out of me. Harder. Faster. Making me moan with every stroke. “Goddamn, I could fuck you all night long.”
“Do it,” I encourage him, unable to help myself.
I run my hands over his pecs, down to his tightened abs, covered with tattoos and small beads of sweat. I worship him, as if I had a god underneath my hands, while he slams me into the mattress with inconceivable force. I crawl my fingers over his hips until I find a raised scar. I feel him stiffen, and the warning look he gives me from under his long lashes tells me I should stop touching him there. Instead, like an idiot, I run my fingers over the tissue gently, solely with the intention of reassuring him. But as soon as I graze the edge, Thomas pulls out of me abruptly, startling me. He grabs me by the hips and, with one move, flips me over. A small cry of astonishment escapes me. I find myself with my cheek pressed against the pillow and my pelvis raised to the height of his groin. With one hand he grabs my hip, and he presses the other against the back of my neck to hold me still. I feel dizzy and hot. What does he want to do?
He squeezes my ass cheeks ferociously and I open my eyes wide when he delivers a resounding slap to my right cheek. It pulls a powerful scream from me and, to my enormous surprise, excites me even more. I feel him bending over me, his chest pressed against my back. He looms over my body, brings his mouth close to my ear and, in a rough, sensual voice, he murmurs, “Tonight I am yours, and you are mine.” He gathers my hair into a ponytail and wraps it tightly around his fist. With a jerk, he forces me to tilt my head back, taking my breath away as he rubs himself against my opening. “But there are some lines you are not allowed to cross.” He seats himself inside me with one overwhelming thrust that makes me arch my back. My toes curl. “Never,” he orders, giving me another hard slap to the other buttock and sending my whole body into a frenzy. To say nothing of my head. My eyes roll up involuntarily, overwhelmed by the mixture of extraordinary sensations. Ifollow his movements and, pleased, he tightens his grip on my hips. He bites my shoulder, my neck, every bit of skin he can reach.
“Ah…more… I want more,” I scream, in thrall to this insane and uncontrolled passion, subjected to his rapid, powerful thrusts. Never would I have thought that sex with Thomas could be so intense. So rough. Animalistic. Above all, I never would have thought that I’d like it so much. It was never like this with Travis. Our sex had always been reserved and contained, even boring at times. It was all because of me, because I got ashamed at the mere thought of taking a risk. Maybe if I had let myself go a little more… Suddenly, Thomas presses his cheek close to mine, continuing his implacable movements. The sound of his soft, gasping breaths reverberates between my thighs.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asks frowning, as if he can tell that my mind is wandering.
“Nothing, everything’s okay,” I reply breathlessly. Thomas tightens his grip on my hair and gives my neck a languid lick.
“If you let me fuck you”—he grunts against my skin—“I want you to be with me.” He gives me a yearning thrust and it takes me less than a second to completely forget about Travis and focus on this perfect Adonis who makes me feel things I have never, ever felt before.
“I-I’m with you,” I gasp dazedly, completely at his mercy. I feel him smile against my neck. I surrender to his strong, firm strokes again and again and again, accommodating his movements as my knees begin to buckle, and my body contracts with each spasm of arousal. Thomas reaches between my legs with one hand and stimulates my clitoris, intensifying the stabs of pleasure. My God. I could die…
“Are you coming?” he pants into my ear. I barely manage to nod. He flips me over, crushing me underneath him. With my eyes closed, I wrap my legs around his waist and press my heels against his buttocks. Our scents mingle as our bodies merge. This position makes everything more intimate.
“Look at me,” he orders, with one hand around my neck in a dominant grip. I do as he says. I look into his eyes and I get lost there. He leans down and kisses me. His tongue intertwines with mine. Hisevery touch is studied, expert and designed to give me pleasure. Thomas tenses his muscles and pushes into me even more forcefully. I scream and lift my hips to meet his thrusts. I grip his waist with my trembling knees. I cling to his broad, powerful shoulders until I explode for the first time with his name on my lips. Shortly thereafter he stiffens as well, his biceps flexing as he comes, shaking through his orgasm. “Fuck,” he exclaims breathlessly, collapsing against me with his face in the crook of my neck. It feels like the earth is shaking, or maybe that’s just me. Or Thomas. I don’t know. What matters is that I have just had the most intense, most beautiful orgasm of my life. It was incredible. But I don’t have the strength to tell him so, because we both sink immediately into a deep sleep.
Fifteen
It’s the sunlight filtering through the window that wakes me the next morning. My head feels like it’s about to explode, my eyes are burning, and my stomach is still tied in knots. This is what a hangover feels like, apparently.
