“Not like that,” he orders when I start to lay back on the cushions. “On your knees with your back to me,chérie.”
I shiver as I move into position so he can take me from behind. My hands dig into the top of the couch as I hear him retrieving his coat from somewhere on the floor and then ripping a condom package open. He teases me for several minutes after that, sliding his cock along my soaked folds as he rubs and smacks my ass until I’m sure it must bright red.
“You look so good like this,” he mutters.
One of his hands digs into my hair, hauling me up so he can cup my breast, squeezing and stroking as his lips play along my shoulder.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks in a voice like the first rumbles of an earthquake. “I know you do. That pretty littlechatteis so wet for my cock.”
I whimper as he lets just the tip find its way inside me. His hand tightens in my hair.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.” The sentence ends on a gasp as he tugs head back even farther, my whole body arched like a bow. “I want it. I want it. Please. I want it.”
“How?” His words are gruff now, guttural with greed. “How do you want it? Tell me.”
“Hard. So hard. So hard I can’t think.”
He lets out a dark, exhilarated laugh as he thrusts all the way inside me. I gasp at the fullness, at the way I’m forced to stretch so wide for him, but it only takes a second before I’m pushing my hips back, urging him for more.
“Make me take it. Make me take it, baby.”
I’ve never called him baby. I’ve never said things like this before, but the way he’s making me work for him tonight is peeling away all my restraint. I’m bared to him, open and raw. He starts to thrust—long, slow strokes that aren’t enough for me. They’re not even close to enough.
“Julien—”
He shoves me forward, one strong hand pressing firmly into my back as the other keeps its sharp grip on my hair. He’s pounding into me before I have time to get ready, to brace myself for exactly what I’ve been asking for. He’s merciless. None of the sounds I make slow him down. He fucks me like it’s a punishment, fucks me like it’s a reward, fucks me like I deserve both and he won’t rest until he gives them to me. I lose all hold over myself. I forget where I am. I forget what any of this means.
It means nothing.
It means everything.
The words repeat in time with his thrusts, rapid and unyielding.
Nothing. Everything. Nothing. Everything.
Suddenly, his hand is no longer braced against my back. I hear him spit, and then his wet fingers are reaching underneath me to circle my clit.
I’m going to scream. I have to.
I start to raise my hand to my mouth, making a fist I can bite down on. I need some sort of pain, some sort of distraction, or he’s going to make me explode.
“Monroe.” His voice halts me, the rhythm of his hips slowing ever so slightly. “Just me. Just this. Forget everything else.”
My hand shakes. His fingers move faster, hitting just the spot at just the right pace. It’s too much. It’s too good. I let out a deep, yearning groan, louder than any sound I’ve made tonight.
I didn’t think it was possible, but he starts to fuck me harder, and soon I’m shrieking his name.
“Merde. Oui. Comme ?a.” He sounds painfully turned on as I continue to scream for him, his fingers keeping up their perfect pace. “Like that,chérie. Just like that. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
If it’s anything like what he’s doing to me, then I know neither of us will last much longer.
“Come for me,” he orders. “Come for me now. Now, Monroe.Now.”
I feel him stiffen inside me, and it’s the last thing I’m aware of before I’m hurtling over the edge. It feels like diving into madness, like leaping off the ledge of sanity and leaving all trace of comprehension behind.
There’s only this. There’s only him.
