He picked me up and, as I squealed protests, tossed me onto the bed. Back and forth we shoved each other, laughing, swearing, tossing, and turning. Until, finally, I flopped back, curled myself into a ball, and faced the corner of his small bedroom.

I felt him do the same beside me, our legs touching just the slightest.

Once again, I was in the same position as before, wondering if he was going to touch me, what he was going to do to me, what I wanted him to do to me.

“I think I know why you didn’t run,” he said after a minute.

I said nothing.

“I think it’s the same reason I had to save you,” he said softly.

His fingers laced with mine, and with his other hand, he turned my face to him.

“You’ve really messed things up, princess,” he said even more softly, his lips lowering to meet mine.

And then we were back where we had been before: his impatient fingers running over my willing body, unzipping his sweatshirt, sliding it over my exposed skin.

His breath was hot in my ear as he murmured, “I’ve wanted you—”

“Since the moment I saw you,” I finished for him, reaching for his crotch to see just how much he meant it.

His dick was hard. But his touch was soft, stroking up and down my sides, the pressure building gradually until he grabbed me and, both of his hands on my ass, lifted me to his erection.

I wrapped both legs around him as our lips enmeshed and his cock rubbed against my pussy.

“Why can’t you just…”

He paused and, pulling his lips away from mine, asked, “What was that?”

I only shook my head, so he pressed his dick against me harder.

“What was that?” he asked again.

I moved my lips to his ear and, licking and sucking, moaned, “Let me go.”

Grabbing me and tossing me onto my back, he lunged forward and shoved his hand down my sweatpants. His fingers toyed with my clit.

“Is that what you really want?” he asked with a cruel smile.

I could only moan as a response as his fingers slid up and pulled off the sweats.

“Nice panties, princess.”

It was a joke; I hadn’t worn any for the past day since I didn’t have any clean clothes to change into.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would say that you wanted to fuck me.”

He slipped his hand back and gave my ass a loud “whack!”

He took off my bra in one swift motion, leaving my lying completely naked before him. His gaze slid over me, down and up, down and up again.

“Jesus, Alice,” he murmured.

He grabbed my ass and I grabbed his shirt, the white cotton soft as I pulled it over his head, revealing his muscles. As he stroked me, my hands ran over the tattoos. Every time I saw them, I noticed more details, like how this green-bodied, red-fanged snake strangely somehow looked kind with its wide-open yellow eyes and a pink smile that was almost gentle.

My hands followed the long trail of the snake, from its head in the center of his chest, to its body snaking down and disappearing under the band of his sweatpants. But now Jake’s tongue was probing my lips, parting them and slipping in farther, almost down my throat, acting out what his fingers wanted to do as they probed my other lips.

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he said, inserting two of his fingers easily.

I could only let out a low moan as he pushed his fingers inside me and, with his other hand, grabbed my breast, moving in the same slow, torturous rhythm. Now his mouth was locked on my neck, sucking in the same slow-building rhythm that was turning my entire body into one throb of want. My hands moved frantically and yanked down his sweatpants until he was as naked as I was.

His cock rising to meet me, he slipped out his fingers, flipped me around, and slapped my ass again, harder this time.

“Who said you could do that?” he hissed in my ear, and I shoved my ass up in response.

“Please,” I moaned, but he only pressed my face to the bed with his hand.

Then, pressing his dick between my ass cheeks from behind, he growled into my neck. “I’ll fuck you when I want to, and not a second before.”

I tried to twist around, but he held both my arms down. Then, running a finger from the top of my head, down the length of my back, and in between my ass cheeks, he probed my pussy from behind, sticking in just the tip of his finger.

“So wet. So very wet, princess.”

He stuck his finger in farther and, as I quivered, asked, “What would you do right now to get fucked?”

He slid his finger out and stepped back. I got up, turned around, and took him in: his glittering eyes, parted lips, every inch of him concentrated on the unbearably wet, throbbing slit between my legs. As I kneeled down before him, he put his hand on my shoulder.

His cock was thick, riddled with veins that seemed to match his tattoos. When I put my tongue to it, his hand moved to my head. I ran my tongue all over it, up and down and around again, as if it was a Popsicle I had to get every taste of. I slid the tip of his dick over my lips and, as his hand tightened in my hair, shoved it between them. Jake let out a low groan of pleasure as I took him into my mouth, down all the way to the base, when the tip of his dick rammed the back of my throat.

Jake’s hand was clasping and unclasping my hair, urging me on, though I needed no urging. I wanted him, this; I wanted the length of him in me. And so, as I slid up and down, my tongue twirling along to my own impatient rhythm, I cupped his balls, opening my mouth farther to take him deeper.

He groaned, and I did it again. I gave it to him in long, torturous, tongue-flicking sucks. Over and over and over again, as his hand gripped my hair, urging me on—faster, harder, deeper. Soon his breathing was shallow. I was so wet it could have been me who was getting sucked off. I was cupping his balls and he was groaning, pulling on my hair with pleasure. Suddenly, his half-lidded eyes opened wide.

“You ready?”

Mid-suck, I nodded.

“You want it?”

Throwing my head up and down, my tongue mashed its answer against his shaft and then, finally, his base: Y-E-S.

In response, with a great shuddering, he groaned and poured into me, a hot surge down my throat as I pounded up and down. When I’d had my fill, I slipped off, and, incredibly, he still had more for me. I savored it, let his warmth rain upon me, upon my face. My eyes were closed, my lips parted, my tongue out—and time stopped and there was only this flickering, warm rain. After the last drop, his hand stroked my head, smoothing my hair back.

His eyes closed while his hands played over my body. It wasn’t for anything but for the movement itself, for the enjoyment of this perfect moment between us. He ran his hands over me like mine was the only body he’d ever touched, like it was the only one he’d ever really felt. And, in a way, maybe it was.

I lay there while he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me like it was the first time, running his hands through my hair like it was silk. I sank into him, lost myself in him.

When I opened my eyes, we were under the covers. His head was enveloped by a halo of light. His eyes were intent on me.

“You’re really something you know.”

“Hold me,” I whispered, and he did.

I stared into those eyes, those eyes that were full of want but something else too. Those eyes that—but surely I was wrong—looked like they belonged to a man who would do anything for me.

It didn’t matter anyway; his hands were stroking me, and all that mattered now was how my body felt. There was no choice anymore, only a giving in. It was a must.

His finger strokes were slow, light, leaving trembles in their wake. Slowly, he built my pleasure more and more, until his fingers were curling inside me and my whole body was thrashing to their rhythm and my lips were begging him, “Please, give it to me now. Please.”

And he did. With one easy slide, he was in, and it was perfect.

God, I was so filled.

My pussy was screaming in ecstasy already, and it only grew as he pumped himself in and out of me. It was a slow, deep rhythm that was perfect, that was better than perfect, that was gasping out of me with moans and groans that I could hardly take, and yet there he was, fucking me harder, faster, deeper. When he slipped his dick out, I groaned, but when he flipped me around, propped up my ass up with a pillow, and began fucking me from behind, my moans were even more desperate for him to keep going and give me what I needed. It was a deliverance only he could give me.

Already, I was on the brink, my whole body trembling with pleasure like never before.

Grasping my chin in his hand as he pumped me slower and rougher, Jake asked, “Are you ready?”

I nodded.

Sliding himself all the way in and leaning down so his face was an inch from mine, he growled, “Do you want it?”

Panting, I nodded.

So, he gave it to me. Grabbing my hips, he fucked me full throttle, his cock crashing into me, the pleasure surging through me, my moans a foreign wailing, my orgasm coursing through me while I felt his cum inside me.

We let out one final collective gasp of glorious victory before we collapsed onto the bed, him on top of me, still inside of me, our breaths one sated gasp. We lay there until we fell asleep in the soft morning sunshine.