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The silence was deafening.
You know the kind.
The type where you can hear the spin of the fan above your head or when you can hear the low hum of electricity.
This silence was charged, though.
I could feel it.
He hadn’t said a word since I’d led him into where I’d been staying.
He looked around, unsurprised.
I went to the closet and stripped out of my clothes, soiled as they were in blood and other things.
It was almost automatic, having done the same thing for the last week.
It was when I had my top off and I was about to lose my bra next when I realized what I was doing.
“Don’t stop,” Ridley’s deep voice whispered from behind me.
He was so close that I felt his breath on my shoulder, but not one single part of him was touching me.
All the anger I was feeling since he’d screwed me, taken my virginity, and then left me without another word started to boil over, and I whirled around and hissed at him.
“Get away from me,” I demanded.
I lifted my hands up to push him away, but he didn’t budge.
He didn’t even rock.
So I chose to step back and scoot around him.
I got maybe an inch out of my spot when his hands went to my hips, stilling my movement before I realized he’d stopped me.
“Don’t touch me,” I said, pushing him again.
He still didn’t move.
Balling my hand into a fist, I pounded him good and hard on his chest.
“Get your hands off me!” I screamed.
I probably sounded like a shrew, but at this point I didn’t really care.
The person in the room next to mine pounded on the wall, and I turned my glare to the wall and growled.
“That’s fucking it!” I yelled at the wall and the offending man who always banged on my wall when I was being loud. “I fucking scream once and you get mad? Do you know what I have put up with from you and your fucking woman this last week?”
I picked up the first thing I could find, which happened to be the remote control, and threw it across the room.
It crashed against the wall, pieces of the remote exploding all around the room.
When Ridley had the gall to chuckle, I returned my glare to him.
“Why the fuck are you here right now?” I asked him. “Why? Leave me alone.”
His eyes narrowed at my words.
He wasn’t used to me cussing.
Well, I wasn’t used to being this mad!
“I said don’t touch me!” I slapped his hand when it started to move further up my back.
He ignored me.
“No means no, Lee!” I wiggled, the shortening of his name rolled off my tongue almost reflexively.
The use of the nickname caused his eyes to glow with an inner light that I couldn’t quite gauge, and I tried to take a step back.
All I managed to do was lose my balance as my feet tangled with the shoes I’d just taken off.
I started to fall and Ridley caught me, bringing me into his chest and slamming his mouth down on my own.
My anger was quickly becoming unmanageable.
So I did what any sane woman would do.
I channeled that anger into the kiss, biting Ridley’s lip hard enough for him to jerk back in surprise and pain.
His eyes were on fire when he leaned forward, this time picking me up and backpedaling towards the bed.
He sat down when his knees hit the bed, and I fell forward when he laid back.
The entire time our lips stayed connected.
When I tried to pull away, his hand came to the back of my head, holding me in place.
In reality, though, he wasn’t forcing me to do anything.
I could’ve stopped kissing him.
I could’ve really struggled.
I could’ve done a lot of things.
Did I?
Hell no.
Instead, we kept kissing while I roughly shoved his shirt up, exposing his rock hard abs, and raked my fingernails down his chest all the way down to his belt buckle.
He bucked against me, his cock pressing into my pubic bone as he did.
“Fuck,” came between kisses. “Do it again.”
I didn’t.
This time I reached up and grabbed his hair, yanking it roughly to the side so our lips disengaged.
Then I trailed my lips down his neck, biting and nipping along the way to his collarbone.
His hands went to my hips then, holding me in place while he pushed up into me.
I pushed down, grinding down into him as he bucked up, circling my hips and making him move faster.
I sucked on his skin, pulling it between my teeth and pulling hard with all the suction I could muster.
It probably hurt, but the only response I received from him was him rolling us so I was on the bottom.
He let me have his neck while he ripped my panties from my legs.
My body jerked and I gasped, letting his skin go as he started to frantically unbuckle his belt.
I undid the front closure of my bra, letting my breasts spill free, and he growled.
His mouth went to one nipple as his belt buckle finally came free, the cool metal banging into the inside of my thigh.
Then he shoved his pants down low enough that his cock popped free.
His balls were pushed up under his cock, making it look even more massive than I remembered.
A shiver of fear rocked through my body, and he grinned at me before lining his cock up with my entrance and slowly easing inside.
I was happy he’d given me that, even though we were both angry.
He knew he was big, and I sure as hell knew.
It didn’t matter that I was a virgin before him.
I’d seen plenty of cocks.
I was a nurse.
I was an adult.
I’d watched porn for Christ’s sake.
And I knew a big cock when I saw one.
Ridley’s was bigger than most…I’d guess he had to be at least a few inches bigger than my vibrator, and no less.
Seriously, he was huge.
He wasn’t just long, he was thick, too.
So even though I’d used a vibrator all week thinking about him, it still burned when he slowly eased inside of me.
I arched my chest, throwing my head back when he slipped inside me fully, coming to a stop when his cock head kissed the entrance to my womb.
“Okay?” he asked.
I nodded, biting my lip to hold the scream inside as he pulled out.
With his eyes on mine the whole time, he slammed inside.
I couldn’t hold the scream in, then.
It was literally impossible.
It was forced out of me when his cock rammed into me.
I held onto his shoulders, curling my arms under his arm as I did, and tucking my head into his chest.
His hands curled under my thighs, pushing them both back and up so they rested nearly against the mattress beneath my back.
His powerful thrusts had me moaning, my eyes were closed, and the only thing I saw were bright lights as the bliss pulsing through my body started to build to a crescendo.
“Fuck yes,” I breathed.
“You like my cock filling you?” he asked. “I like it.”
“I’m still mad at you,” I told him, opening my eyes to see those beautiful eyes boring into my soul.
“I’m mad at you, too. So we’re even,” he countered.
His mouth slammed back down to mine, and his beard started to irritate my skin where it rubbed along the side of my neck and chin.
I didn’t stop him, though.
I couldn’t.
Not with what he was doing to my body…and my soul.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please.”
I didn’t know what I was asking for, and he didn’t stop what he was doing.
His cock was moving at the same rate.
My nipples continued to play against his chest hair.
My knees continued to be pushed up to my ears.
But suddenly it was all too much.
The pleasure finally exploded inside of me.
He came up off me with a growl, pushing himself up onto his hands and took me even rougher.
My orgasm turned into something of sheer beauty as it took over my body.
I hadn’t realized I was screaming until I stopped.
Ridley cursed, and hot splashes of his come filled me up to the breaking point.
“Goddamn,” he said through a grunt. “So fucking good. Fuck.”
I watched his face as the last of his release left him, studying the fine lines of his face. The laugh lines around his eyes. The beard that looked almost red in the setting sun that streamed in through the blinds.
“Your beard has red in it,” I whispered to him.
He grinned.
“I know,” he said. “Used to be blonde.”
He seemed almost happy that it was red.
“Why does that make you so happy?” I asked him, letting my legs fall to the bed and to the side.
My hips were happy, too.
That was an awkward position.
The itch of my skin had me running my cool hands over my neck and face where his beard had touched, and I sighed.
My skin was so sensitive and, apparently, even his beard made it itch.
Wonderful.
I’d always been somewhat allergic to dog and cat hair, but not enough that it stopped me from having them.
It was actually kind of funny to find out I was allergic to beard hair, too.
Not that he’d like to be compared to a dog.
“My brother’s is still blonde,” he explained.
I blinked.
“Why does that matter?” I asked.
“It matters because he looks exactly like me in all other ways but our beards. I might just have to keep it forever,” he said, trailing his finger along the line of my collarbone. “Why are you so red?”
“Your beard bothers my skin,” I told him, smiling.
He frowned.
“And don’t you dare shave it, or I’ll be mad at you,” I growled.
His eyebrows rose. “If it breaks your skin out…”
I shook my head, stopping him before he could continue.
“I’ve been like this since I was a kid. Tags on my shirts break my skin out. Trust me, I’m used to it. And, as long as you make me forget it itches, I don’t give a shit what it looks like after. It’ll fade,” I informed him.
He nodded.
“Okay,” he said. Then his eyes went hard. “Why’d you leave?”