Now Or Never by Stella Rhys

11

HOLLAND

I felt like sex.

Pure, filthy sex as I returned to my feet, standing before Iain with my lips swollen, my tits out and my pussy soaking through the pale blue panties I’d chosen for tonight.

I was still panting for breath as he stared me down, his eyes fiery and his jaw clenched. His fist was already jerking his cock in the absence of my mouth, and his voice was tinged with an uncharacteristic hint of urgency as he said, “Take your dress off.”

I did as I was told, pushing it the rest of the way down my body along with my panties, till they were puddled in a ring of cotton around my sneakered feet.

I bit back a smile, finding it funny that I was completely naked save for my white sneakers. And I guess my choker. But when I looked back up, Iain didn’t seem to share in my amusement. He had a dark look in his eyes, still stroking his cock as he drank me in, his gaze lingering on my sneakered feet before he brought it up my bare legs, from my calves up to my thighs, till he landed on my pussy.

By the time his eyes met mine again, his jaw was slack.

“Go to the bedroom,” he instructed.

So I did. And the whole way over, I felt the heat of his stare on my backside. It had me warm all over despite the burst of chills that erupted over my skin as I pushed open the door and laid my eyes on the big white bed Iain would soon be fucking me on.

It was covered in plush sheets and more pillows than any one person needed. Smoothing my hands over the down comforter, I climbed onto the bed on all fours, kicking my sneakers off in the process and hearing them hit the ground with two soft thuds.

Then I heard the sound of Iain’s curt laughter.

“Christ, Holland.”

I turned around in bed, drawing my legs instinctively to my chest and leaning back on my hands as I watched him stride toward me, his hungry stare fixed on me as he one-handed the buttons of his shirt. I blinked.

“What?” I asked, though the word barely breathed out because his shirt was open now, giving me the view of that deep-carved line between his pecs and the chiseled glory of his abs. I couldn’t look away even as he stood at the edge of the bed now.

“I should’ve fucked you from behind for crawling on your hands and knees like that,” he muttered as his shirt hit the floor and jerked my attention to the glorious V of his hip bones. They were outrageously defined, tapering perfectly and drawing my helpless gaze down their path till I landed on that thickly veined cock he was now stretching a condom over.

“Well…” I swallowed as I peered up at him. “Why don’t you?” I asked, my eyes then trailing from his bicep to his forearm as he reached forward to gently cup my ankle.

Then I yelped as he yanked me swiftly to the edge of the bed, his gaze on me as he pried my legs open and positioned himself between them.

“Because I’d be too rough with you,” he answered plainly.

Oh.

Duly noted,I thought, feeling a little smirk curl on my lips.

“So you are going to be gentle with me,” I said softly, watching from my elbows as Iain firmly gripped my inner thigh, doing that thing where he tilted his head and carefully gazed at my pussy, as if assessing my wetness.

A small gasp burst from my lips as he pressed his cock against my entrance then looked at me.

“I never said that either.”

The words sent a shiver up my spine. And before it could settle, he was on top of me, his six-pack rippling before my eyes as he pressed his forearm next to my shoulder. The length of his torso stretched over my body as he crushed his mouth to my breasts. I moaned, arching my back as he rubbed my clit with his pulsing tip, all while swirling his tongue over my nipple once, then twice before greedily sucking on it like he’d waited far too long for a taste. He didn’t bother being quiet either and something about that turned me on like no other. It just made me feel irresistible. Delectable.

My fingers were thrust in his hair by the time his hot mouth made its way up to my neck. Everywhere his breath went it left a trail of want on my skin, tempting and teasing me, making me breathe out a needy yes when he finally buried an open-mouthed kiss just above my choker.

Holy fuck.

That tongue.

It pulsed and laved against me, maddeningly slow at first but then a little faster, driving me wild, forcing another moan to expel from my lips—so long and loud this time that Iain gave a hungry rumble and nudged his wide crown against the lips of my sex.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes,” I answered fast. “Yes. Please.”

He paused for only a moment, rubbing himself over my length one more time.

Then he pushed into me, forcing me to gasp and clench when I realized what his thickness meant when it was in my pussy. He felt huge. Like hot stone inside me. Already he was stretching me and filling me, and I knew he wasn’t even all the way in.

“Wait,” I breathed out, pressing urgent palms flat on his chest and forcing him to push into me slowly—so slowly that I could see his stare hardening, his teeth clenching, then gnashing in torment. He looked displeased. Like he wasn’t used to waiting. Like he only had one speed and needed to fuck me like an animal already. But despite that, his pace slowed for me, his abs fully contracted as he entered me inch by hard inch.

And once he was all the way inside me, my breath hitched in my throat. On my elbows, I inhaled in short, sharp gasps. And though I was staring down at where our bodies were joined, I could feel the heat of Iain watching every second of me, his attention fully trained on me as he began to move between my legs.

His first few strokes were deceiving—so languid and easy that I found myself breathing again, letting my legs fall open as my core muscles fluttered and unclenched. Slowly, I felt everything relax, my body starting to enjoy the heavy surge of his cock inside me.

But I got about three seconds of that peace before Iain hiked my leg up and plunged deep into my pussy.

“Iain!”

I cried out as he gathered my wrists, pinning them above my head and picking up his pace stroke by stroke. Fully taking the reins. Getting exactly where he wanted to be. His breath was audible but steady, and a carnal look blazed in his eyes as he stared at my tits, watching them bounce furiously up and down to the rhythm of his every thrust inside me.

I felt fascination glimmer in my eyes as I watched him watch me. But quickly, he reached his capacity to just look, growling as he lowered himself and buried his face in my chest. His arm was stretched taut, still pinning me down by the wrists as he licked and kissed all over my breasts, like they were covered in honey.

He didn’t stop even as he found a rhythm, his hips flexing, pumping relentlessly between my legs till I had nonsense dribbling from my lips, because as overwhelming as it was, the friction was starting to feel good. Really good. It was so tight and wet between us, rubbing my clit so deliciously that I was starting to feel a little delirious. Especially now that Iain was licking just under my jaw, sucking on my skin, murmuring all kinds of filthy encouragement in my ear as I dug my nails into his back and moaned through his every powerful thrust.

Breath quickening, I felt myself pulsing tight around his thick shaft, in such a frenzy now that I didn’t realize the words that were coming out of my mouth till he pulled back and caught my jaw, suddenly slowing inside me.

“What was that?”

His warning murmur sliced through the air as he held himself balls-deep in my soaked pussy, his thumb digging into me and his eyes boring into mine as we both panted heavily against each other. Our hot breaths tangled together in the silence, and suddenly I felt the overwhelming need to feel his lips on mine. To have him claim my mouth the way he’d claimed my body.

Kiss me, I wanted so badly to tell him. But when my lips parted, I only repeated what I’d dared to utter before.

“Harder,” I breathed, my breasts heaving as I lay under the weight of his body. “Fuck me harder. I want you to make me come.”

As soon as the last few words left my lips, something flickered out of his stare, and a steely look cast over his face. For a moment he was still.

But then with his eyes locked on mine, he gave a thrust so hard he knocked the air out of my lungs.

A sharp sound hurtled from my lips and lit an instant blaze in his eyes. He watched as my own eyes promptly watered from the impact.

My toes flexed as I felt him get harder inside me.

Then he thrust again.

Rough. And deep. Again and again till he was slamming so hard inside me that the room fell away, and all I felt was penetration. I had my arms wrapped tight around his neck now, moaning nonstop as he kept up his brutal pace, battering inside me and pounding into me with such ruthless abandon that I could feel every cell in my body coming alive, because it wasn’t just that I could take this—I liked this.

I fucking loved this.

It was everything I wanted. Needed. All the things I’d missed out on and more, rolled up into one wild, unbearably hot night that made up for all the time I’d spent forbidden from everything. Hidden away. Overprotected. Made to be so very shy and unsure.

With every thrust inside me, Iain fucked that girl out of my existence, and it felt so unbelievably good. It made me regret every time I’d used the word mind-blowing in the past, because none of that crap before was mind-blowing—this was. This was mind-blowing, earth-shattering, fuck-your-expectations-forever kind of sex, and I knew it even before I felt my orgasm coming in a hurry, forcing me to squeeze handfuls of his hair and desperately nod through all the filthy questions he whispered in my ear as the pleasure rushed down my spine.

When it erupted between my legs, his name tore from my lips, and I bucked under his weight, thready sounds I’d never heard escaping my mouth as tremors rocked through me. Gripping me from head to toe, they sent stars into my vision and sensation radiating through my limbs. I was still writhing in ecstasy when I felt Iain’s entire body harden on top of me and his breaths grow shorter, harsher till he was following me over the edge.

He gave a single groan as he came—short and guttural, and so fucking sexy it sent aftershocks rippling through me.

And as I absorbed them all, I bottled up that sound, saving it to my memory so I could play it on repeat again and again till the day that I died.