Catherine
Oh my god, I should have felt shameful, only there was no room for shame. No, it was tucked away someplace deep, hidden by all the pleasure and lust I felt.
Oh my god, wait, I already said that. Holy fucking tongue. There that’s better.
I was crazed, riding his face like I was a wild beast.
I blamed him; it was his fault not mine. He should be doing that, oh yes that right there. He shouldn’t be twisting his tongue so skillfully.
My head was spinning, my legs felt numb, and if I pulled his hair any harder I was afraid he’d be forced to explain bald spots to everyone he knew.
“You have to…” I started to say, only it turned into a long stretched out moan.
“Have to what?” he spoke, his lips teasing my already sensitive center.
“That, this…” I tried to speak as he continued to suck on my clit and taste everything I offered. “I’m going to lose my mind.”
“That’s my goal.”
“Working.” I let go of his hair, fearful I’d hurt him and gripped the sheets at my side instead. “It is so working.”
I swore I heard him chuckle but my mind was so very hazy I was unsure. My back arched, my legs tensed, and suddenly I was thrust into the depths of darkness. The only lights I saw were flickers here and there, as if the intense orgasm inflicting me had me seconds from passing out.
My body hummed; it felt like it stretched out for so very long.
“Wow”,” he said as he kissed along my hip bone, across my stomach, continuing to rise higher and higher. “That was incredible.”
Yes it was. Only I didn’t say that aloud, I couldn’t. I was out of breath, out of my mind, and still lost in the clouds.
The moment my mind cleared and vision focused I found him watching me. His body was pressed to mine and his erect cock tucked between us, nestled firmly against my already sensitive clit. It felt amazing, and as if he could read my mind, he shifted, only managing to apply more pressure.
I gasped, he covered my lips with his own and repeated the movements twice more until I could barely take it any longer.
“I want you.” I was clawing at his back feeling as if I couldn’t get close enough. I’d never craved anything or anyone more than I did at that moment. In such a short time Eli managed to make me feel things I’d never experienced. It wasn’t just physical, it was an emotional connection I didn’t know could exist between two people.
“Please,” I was begging, and not ashamed to admit it to anyone who asked.
Eli didn’t say anything, only rose up, sitting back on his legs as he lifted the condom that appeared out of nowhere to his lips. I watched in awe as he tore off the corner and carefully removed the latex. As his hands moved to his cock, I followed his actions. I knew my eyes grew wide with shock when I got a full view of him for the first time.
It wasn’t just his impressive size that shocked me but the metal rod that penetrated his shaft grabbed my attention too. I had never seen one, only heard of them. My mind raced as he slowly and very carefully covered himself, pinching the end of the condom between his fingertips.
Once he was covered, he didn’t move, but lifted his eyes to meet mine and for a moment we stared at one another. There I was laid out before him, hiding nothing, and I had never felt more safe.
“You’re sure about this?”
I nodded and he slowly began to lower his body back over mine. I swear I held my breath when I felt him press firmly against me. “Breathe, baby,” he whispered while fisting his cock and lining himself up against me. “Just breathe.” And I did as he slowly and very gently began to enter me.
Gasping, I arched my back when I felt his piercing hit me so deep.
“You okay?”
“I am more than okay.” I lifted my hips, urging him to continue. Eli was so gentle, though I could tell he was fighting the need to move, he remained still until I encouraged him to resume with a nod of my head.
With each shift of his hips I felt like every nerve ending in my body was alive. I wanted him closer, but he couldn’t get closer. I had never experienced the need I felt. It was controlling, consuming.
Together we moved as if it wasn’t our first time; our bodies knew what the other’s wanted. Everything else faded, nothing else mattered.
My fingernails bit into the flesh of his shoulders and he growled as he pushed into me harder, making my breath hitch. “Yes,” I spurred him on and he continued to move, harder and faster.
I could feel myself building and lifted my legs to wrap around his waist, giving him the perfect angle to hit exactly where I needed it most.
“Good?”
“So good,” I confirmed just before he kissed me.
My body ignited, squeezing him firmly. He lifted his body and gripped my hips; it was as if the fire inside him was set free. He began to hammer me over and over. I wasn’t sure if I was screaming or if it was all in my head, but I let go and the moment he came I was mesmerized.
His head was thrown back, his jaws tensed. His fingers still dug into my hips as he held my body to his own.
His chest glistened with sweat and his hair was slightly damp. Everything about our time shared was unbelievable and close to perfect.
When his body collapsed next to mine we both lay silent for a moment, trying to slow our breathing.
Suddenly Eli began to chuckle and I turned my head just enough to look at him. “Why are you laughing?”
“I just never pictured you as a screamer.”
The smile I wore only seconds ago faded and my mouth fell open slightly. He only laughed harder. “I was hoping it was all in my head.”
“Nope.” He rolled to his side and lay his palm against my stomach. “That was loud, free, and no holding back.”
I covered my face with my hands and he immediately pulled them away. “I didn’t say it to embarrass you, that was amazing, all of it. Just figured you should be prepared because I know there’s a big chance that someone in this house will bring it up to you.”
“I’m leaving through the window and never coming back.” I looked away from him and he reached out to cup my face. Turning my head slightly, he pressed his lips to mine.
“All it proves is that you and I are good together.”
“I’ve never screamed,” I said without thinking.
“Don’t want to hear about your past encounters. That is not normally something a guy wants to share with his girl, for a variety of reasons.” He crinkled his brow. “Nope, don’t want to know. But I do like knowing your reaction was one of surprise. Like I said, we are good together.”
He slipped from the bed, disappeared into the bathroom, and I heard the shower kick on.
A few minutes later he appeared in the doorway, his arms stretched wide, bracing himself on the frame. He looked like a glorious god, wearing nothing but a smile. “Thought you might like to join me in the shower.”
For a moment I remained still, watching him, almost in a haze. He was gorgeous.
“Is that a no?”
Smiling, I crawled from the bed and walked across the room, pausing only a few feet away. Feelings of desire rushed through me when I watched his eyes scan my body. How one look from one man could make me feel so very powerful was something I might never understand.
“It’s a yes,” I said as I slid past him, rubbing against his side and taunting him. But I felt confident, and he gave me that.
***
“So let me get this straight.” Marcus slid forward, resting his palms on the tabletop. His eyes were wide, a knowing smile on his face. “You were locked in Red’s room, alone, for more than twelve hours.”
“More like trapped, since Clayton and Corbin barricaded us in by tying two opposite doors together, but yes. That’s it in a nutshell.
“Oh my girl.” He lifted his hands, squealed, and eagerly rubbed them together. “Tell me more, tell me it all, details, all the details you can provide. I want them!”
I laughed as I continued to clean the table next to his.
“What is going on over here?” Morgan paused in the empty space between me and Marcus. She looked between us both before finally pausing on me.
“Little Miss Innocent was trapped in a room with Dark and Mysterious for twelve hours. I want details because I’ve heard a few rumors about a certain piercing.”
“From the sounds spilling out of his room, I’d say they had a good time.” Morgan wore a smirk and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. “You got to remember next time that Xavier’s room is right next door. We thought of trying to out yell you, but girl, you could break glass.”
Marcus laughed, leaning back in his chair, his eyes averting to the table. He looked lost in thought and I could only imagine what visions were going on inside his head.
“I didn’t even realize I was screaming,” I confessed, getting their attention again. “It was uncontrollable.”
“Oh girl, that is when you know it’s good.” Marcus practically leaped out of his chair and grabbed my forearms, turning me to face him. “Something always told me that man would be a machine handing out the most glorious time. It’s always the quiet, broody one who will rock the hell out of a woman and now we know it’s true.”
My eyes widened and I looked to see Morgan biting her lip to hide her laughter. Only her body shook from giggling so much it was evident she was completely enjoying my embarrassment.
Eli told me someone would bring up my screams; I just never imagined it would be Morgan.
Great, I’ll be known as Screamer.