Swapping my wrists into one hand, he slides the other down and flicks and pinches my nipple while licking along my jaw, down my neck, across my collarbone, to my other nipple and pulling it between his teeth. Sliding himself back up and down my body creating delicious friction, his muscular arms slide along my toned ones. His nipples pebble as he drags himself back up and down my body, causing another gasp to seep through my lips, initiating a groan that comes from his core vibrating against me.
“Were you trying to come on me without waking me, Sunshine?” I shrug my shoulders. I wasn’t intentionally trying to come without him. He is just too delicious not to grind myself into whenever I get the chance. Biting down hard on my nipple and pinching the other, he slides up me, less gentle this time, slamming into me, causing me to see stars. Fuck, I love it when he’s rough.
“Be a good girl and hold on to the headboard. Do not move those hands!” I nod, looking up at my wrists. The bed’s massive with solid, rustic-looking wood, thick and sturdy. I push my palms against it pushing myself back towards Steel.
I don’t want to answer him. I think my voice will betray me and show him exactly how down for this I am. I’ve been a walking contradiction since I met Steel. I have always been dominant in the bedroom since having a few lousy relationships growing up. I felt I needed to control my own pleasure, and that’s what I did. Usually a fast fuck and fuck off was my go-to. I’m always in control, but with Steel, there’s a lot of push and pull. He likes to be dominant but also likes me to be, and he will let me. I love the feeling of giving up control for a while, but I find I’m the same. If I feel he wants to be dominant, I step back and allow it, revelling in the total lack of control. It's refreshing and freeing at the same time.
He gently slides his hands down the outside of my outstretched arms down the sides of my rib cage, causing little twitches and flinches. I love it when his whole weight is pinning me down. It feels amazing to know this solid, sturdy Adonis is mine to control when I want, as he runs his fingers back up, taking one nipple between his thumb and finger and squeezing.
I feel my core clench as he groans, causing the vibrations to trickle out all over my body. Sliding his other arm up towards my neck, he clenches tight around my throat, causing a gasp, and my eyes widen, not in fear, but in excitement. He rises up over me and bites down on his lip, pausing for a second before pulling back and slamming into me. I groan out a moan as he bottoms out inside me. Shit, that feels so good. My eyes roll back, and I can’t focus, so I just relax into it as his fingers clench around my throat again. He slams back into me, and my eyes fly open to find his gaze. He has the most feral grin stretching across his face as he thrusts back, slamming into me again, trying to drive me through to the garage.
I’m pretty sure he’s gonna manage it, too. I gasp as he bottoms out again. The pleasurable, painful feeling of his thick hard dick pounding into me relentlessly makes me spiral. The way he fucks me is addictive. I can’t explain it, but I love a lot of pain mixed in with my pleasure, and god, does this demon of a husband of mine know how to deliver. With one hand still on my throat, tensing and relaxing, he thrusts in and out. The other slides down to my hip, pinning me to the bed hard enough to leave bruises.
I’m totally aware of the burning sensation his skin creates on mine. I can feel each fingertip as if it’s trying to fuse itself to my skin. Pinning me to the bed, he slams into me again and again, and I become weightless. I feel lightheaded, like I’m floating. My eyes roll in my head, heat spreads all around me, and it feels like the apartment is on fire.
“Look at me!” he growls. That noise causes me to tremble. This vibration in his tone slides around my insides like a pinball machine lighting every nerve, every cell, lighting everything up like he’s thrown a Molotov cocktail. My eyes fling open, and I slowly focus on his stunningly beautiful face. I’m in awe of him as he squeezes tighter around my throat and slams into me again.
I gasp. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I bellow. Shit, this’s gonna cripple me. I can feel my insides on fire, my cells melting, my core burning in a raging fire, my heart and lungs white with heat as it erupts throughout my body, urging me to arch into him while he holds me down. My breath stops altogether, not because of his hold on my throat, but just from the overwhelming sensations he’s sending through my body.
I roar as I come, never taking my eyes from his, the grey swirling vortexes that threaten to steal my soul, but in all honesty, I think I’d hand it over willingly. My orgasm builds and builds, and I can’t hold back. The roar just keeps coming, being dragged out of me from the depths of my core, pulsing through me like an atomic weapon.
I clench, squeeze, and pulse around his punishing dick as he keeps thrusting throughout my orgasm. As I finally come down, my breath shakes out as I feel like I’ve held it in for an eternity. My body relaxes, physically spent. He thrusts again, tightening my throat and slamming into me one last time.
He thunders through me with a sick intensity. I can feel his streams of come slamming into me, hot and burning my core. I gasp as it all becomes too much, too sensitive, too intense, too emotional. I feel like our souls have just been slammed together with such an intensity that we have finally achieved it and fused them together for the rest of eternity. Relaxing his fingers around my throat, he collapses against me, both of us gasping for breath, the feel of each other’s hearts pounding.
Moving my hand from above my head, I slide some of that obsidian hair from his forehead, lean down, and kiss the spot. Unable to say anything, we cling to each other like we need each other to survive. My eyes start to close, my breaths even out, and my whole body starts to ebb gently into sleep.
There's an almighty banging on the door. “You fuckers dead in there, or what?” Snapping our heads up with a groan, Steel kisses my lips as he slides off me, grabs his jeans, and heads out to the door. When he comes back, I’m starfished on my back on the bed, unable to move, totally spent still in my bra and boots.
“Baby, you need to get up and ready. Everyone’s here!”
“Everyone…?” I murmur.
“Yep!” He laughs. “Your pas, Demi, Scar and Pops, apparently, are all in the apartment. We’re late!”
“Fuck!”
“Nope, no more fucking. We need to get up!”
“Cock blocking bastards!” I mumble out. “Shit, I’m gonna have to walk out there to get to the shower, aren’t I? Fuckers!”
Steel laughs, pointing to the side of me. “Ensuite!” This is the only room I still haven’t looked around. I hadn’t paid much attention to the surroundings when we ended up in this room.
“Fuck, I love you!” As I slide off the bed, there’s a small ensuite with a shower still big enough for two with a toilet and sink. Throwing my boots and bra off, I dive in, scrubbing myself clean, and trust me. It took a lot of scrubbing, I ache and I’m tender in all the best places.
Steel leans on the door frame, watching me, then frowning and moving back into the bedroom. “I’ll grab us some clothes, I can’t stand there and watch that any longer, or I’m gonna end up in there with you, and we will never leave this place, and everyone is still out there waiting!”
Laughing as he walks off, I hurry up. As I get out of the shower, Steel gets in, and then I’m fully aware of his predicament. “Shit!”
“Exactly!” He laughs. “Now fuck off and get dressed. You’re distracting me in that towel!”
Grinning, I leave, grabbing the clothes Steel has laid out for me. Red bra and shorts, black ripped jeans, my New Rock Trail boots, and a Harley Davidson vest top which I know is his as it’s massive on me, and you can see the red bra through the arm holes. Scraping my hair into a pony and throwing on some red lipstick and mascara, I swan out to the living room.
“‘Bout fucking time!” Pa Cade points at me. “What time do you call this?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, and I give no fucks!” Everyone laughs as I walk over to the coffee maker and make two more cups of coffee. Steel walks out of the bedroom, still rubbing the towel through his hair, wearing a tight black T-shirt stretched over his muscles and faded blue jeans tight on his arse and thighs and stuffed into his biker boots. Walking over to me, he tosses the towel on the counter, grabbing my hips and spinning me while lifting me to sit on the counter. I run my fingers through his hair, taming it slightly, pulling on the back as I lean in and kiss him.
“Blech!” Pa JJ grimaces. “You two are disgusting!”