9. Deviant Games - Rafe
Feet thrashing. Water sloshing. The force of thrusting hips. The suction of gorgeous lips wrapped around flesh-covered steel.
Fuck, how could something so wrong feel so good?
A groan rumbled from my throat, and I almost didn’t recognize the sound of my voice. It was a primal sound, a raw and savage consequence of the sexually depraved act I’d forced upon Alex.
Instead of stopping me, it only spurred me on, and I became entranced by the way her lips moved up and down my shaft. Alex’s dark curls floated around her submerged face, eyes shuttered in anguish. I had her suspended in hell, her only reprieve the necessity for air.
Her only weapon against me the freedom of her tongue
Goddamn, her tongue drove me wild. Forcing her under water did things to me—things I didn’t want to analyze because doing this to her shouldn’t feel so fucking good, but it did.
Beyond good.
It was fucking rapturous.
If I could give her just one thing, it would be this feeling.
But this feeling was dangerous, an addiction I couldn’t fight. Dangerous didn’t begin to describe the game I played with Alex’s life every time I stole her breath. Using water to do it only added another layer to my twisted proclivities.
She whined around my cock, and I jerked her upward by the shoulders, withdrawing from her mouth after her face broke the surface. She gulped in lungfuls of air, interspersed with a couple of coughs. Water dripped from her hair, down her face, and when she opened her eyes, those jade orbs I adored so much were rimmed in red.
Unable to help myself, I leaned down and claimed her mouth, pushing my tongue against hers as our moans blended and echoed off the bathroom walls. Slowly breaking the kiss, I inched back and trailed kisses along her jawline.
“You don’t know what you do to me,” I whispered, still kissing her wet skin.
As the seconds passed, her breathing evened out. “I can’t do this,” she pleaded.
“You can.” I veered back and met her eyes. “I might be on my knees right now, but you’ve dragged me to them, Alex.” Not giving her a chance to protest again, I dick-slapped her cheek then shoved back into the hot, wet glove of her mouth and submerged her once more.
And we settled into a rhythm, forty seconds at a time.
Forty seconds of unimaginable ecstasy for me, and a never ending reign of terror for her. The constant throb in my balls had long ago buried my conscience.
Nothing else existed but my cock, her warm mouth, and her head under water.
And her pleas for it to stop every time her beautiful face broke the surface.
Hell, I could fuck her mouth like this all day, and I was tempted to. Having to stop every forty seconds certainly prolonged it. I yanked her from the water again and let her hoard air.
After she’d gasped in enough breaths to satiate her need for life, she glared at me.
She fucking glared.
No fearful, pleading looks from Alex.
Those were gone, replaced by fierce, indignant anger.
If I’d had any doubt before that this woman was made for me, I didn’t now. She bent under my will, submitting to be used as a fuck-hole, and in the face of confronting her biggest fear, she still came at me with attitude.
“God, I fucking love you.”
“Then stop waterboarding me and come already.”
A smile threatened to tilt my mouth. “It’s gonna take more than forty seconds to make me blow my load, babe.” I ran the tip of my cock across her lips. “Besides, I like watching you struggle under water. It shows me how fucking unbreakable you are.”
“No one’s unbreakable.”
“Not the average person, but you’re far from average.” I pressed against the stubborn seam of her mouth. “Open.”
That glare of hers grew in intensity as she parted her lips. I slid inside, but this time I didn’t push her under. Each thrust of my hips brought me to the back of her throat, eliciting a heaving gag. After twenty seconds, I shoved her under again, knowing the remaining time would seem like an eternity to her, since I hadn’t given her the chance to prepare.
She kicked her legs, renewed with strength and fear, and scraped me with her teeth. I hauled her face out of the bath water, and she sputtered and cursed at me. “Does this make you happy, Rafe?”
“Fuck yes. Euphoric. How about you?”
“Go to hell.”
“I’m headed there already.”
“Please, Rafe. I can’t take any more.” A sob bled from her quivering lips, and the darkness inside me snapped.
I was sure she could handle more—hours upon hours of pushing her under—because she was fucking strong. Stronger than me.
Kinder than me.
More lovable than me.
I leaned down until our noses touched. “Okay. We’ll stop, but if I don’t come, you don’t come.”
“Fine,” she snapped, her blazing eyes spitting the wrath of her ire. “Let me go, and we can both be frustrated.”
Fuck, if my cock didn’t hate me as I stood on my knees and pulled her upright. Reaching for the key to the cuffs on the counter, I kept my gaze trained on her. The way she returned my stare gave me pause. She gritted her teeth together, brows arched low over her eyes, the angles of her face a mural of determination.
I might not be able to see the wheels in her head turning, but I sensed them, going round and round with nefarious ideas of payback. I reached around her and unlocked the cuffs before dropping them over the rim of the tub. The metal clanked to the floor, and that’s when she struck, shoving me with such raging strength that I fell into the water, my back slamming against the other end of the tub.
As Alex straddled my thighs, she removed the clothespin from her nose and tossed it on the floor. I was damn glad the faucet was situated in the middle of the tub against the wall, otherwise, I might have cracked the back of my head open. In mere seconds, she had me under her spell, her fingers gouging my shoulders as her pussy sheathed me with an angry, downward plunge. I leaned my head back, rapid breaths escaping through parted lips, and watched her while she fucked me.
It would be so easy to take control, to stand and throw her over my shoulder and stomp into the bedroom like a fucking caveman, where I could do everything and anything to her.
The types of punishing things that made me breathe faster, moan louder, give in quicker.
Gripping her hips, I slammed her onto my cock so hard the contact radiated through us both. “Goddamn, Alex.”
Water splashed, and she tipped her head back, long, wet curls sliding off her shoulders. The beautiful column of her neck drew my gaze, then I dipped lower, entranced by the jiggle of her tits, the contraction of my inked name on her abdomen as she tightened her muscles, and the strength in her thighs that steadied her ferocious pace.
I couldn’t stop her.
She’d turned the tables on me, and now I lay underneath her, helpless in unrestrained repose. Her rosy nipples drew taut, her jaw slackened, her lids shuttered. That seductive mouth of hers formed a perfect O as a cry of completion launched from her throat.
She was fucking coming.
Breaking the rules.
Exerting her power over me in this moment.
I was helpless to stop the eruption.
“Fucking look at me.”
Her eyes locked on mine, lids at half-mast from her orgasm, and the connection between us did me in. The pressure in my balls reached zenith, and I jerked her body flush with my lap, burying my cock as deep as possible as I exploded inside her rebellious cunt.
“Fuck, baby. Fuck!”
We stared at each other afterward, our chests rising and falling fast from the chaos of our deviant games. I let go of her hips and dropped my arms like deadweight. She slumped forward, and her tits smashed against my chest as she laid her head on my shoulder.
Our heartbeats thrashed to the same rhythm, our bones softening to the same jelly-like substance that stole the life from our marrow.
But we were still joined, my semi lengthening into a greedy piston once more.
And her hips responded to our mutual dance.