Sunday

by Kaia Bennett

  "Bite down and don't let it fall."

  His voice was gentle, but his eyes told her he wouldn’t tolerate disobedience. She bit down, breathing shallowly through her nose as his hand continued its route down the skin of her bare stomach. His fingers found the drenched flesh pounding between her thighs. She felt exposed, and she closed her eyes against his blatant stare. She’d wanted to belong to someone, and he owned her now. Every last bit of her power was literally at his fingertips.

  "Keep your eyes on me," he said. "You're gonna watch me make you come."

  Gia struggled with opening her eyes.

  "Mmmm!" she screamed, her voice muffled through the fabric ground between her teeth. Her eyes flew open, round and wide, gazing at the man who’d just slapped her vulnerable, wet pussy.

  Flynn licked her juices off his fingers. They were soaked from playing in her soft, pouting folds, and he savored her sweet flavor as he had so many times before, never taking his eyes from hers. She was huffing like she’d run several miles uphill, rocking her hips in a vain attempt to feel the touch he was denying her.

  "Liked that, huh?" he taunted.

  She groaned when he landed another stinging slap, holding his hand there so she could rub her hot sex frantically over it. The wet smacking sound of his fingers alone let her know how wet she was. It was almost embarrassing, and she turned her head to the side, breaking his gaze. She was shaking so violently now and she wondered if she’d be able to stand if he were to unpin her arms.

  Another slap. This one was cruel, if only because he pulled his hand away immediately after.

  His voice was firm and seductive when he said, "I thought I told you to keep your eyes on me."

  Gia shivered with seizure-like intensity, staring up at the ceiling with teary eyes as her knees buckled. Finally, she gathered up her courage and looked at him, squirming against the door as those slanted green eyes penetrated her brown ones. A small smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he watched her struggle not to close her eyes. His teeth scraped seductively against his bottom lip, and he slapped her pussy sharply, cupping the tingling flesh as she cried out against the folds of fabric in her mouth. Still, she didn't take her eyes off of his, and the act of watching him slap her pussy and stare down at her hysterical reaction was enough to make her start coming.

  "Good girl," he whispered.

  He slid one finger into her, swirling it around like a slow cyclone of ecstasy within her clenching sex. Then, two fingers found their way inside of her, swirling to a rhythm her hips mimicked. She struggled not to close her eyes, heavy as they were with lust for him, and it didn't get any easier when he slid a third finger into her sopping core, stretching her and stroking her with quick, sharp movements.

  "You look like you're ready to pop, baby," Flynn teased. There was a fine edge in his voice.

  She was sobbing and groaning into the spit-soaked hem of her dress, slamming her hips onto the increasing intensity of his fingers. She was going to come. Hard. Her eyes were rolling into her head, and her body started to jerk erratically over the penetrating thrusts of his fingers.

  She could feel her juices flowing hot and sticky over his hand as she breeched the barrier between pleasure and release. And then he slowed his fingers down, withdrawing from her pussy at a glacial pace and halting her orgasm in a way that almost felt painful. She’d been in the middle of coming and now the ride had come to a rapid halt. Her body panicked and she moaned for him not to stop, her eyes wide with desperation.

  "You want to come, don't you?" Flynn asked rhetorically.

  Gia stared into his eyes, infusing her gaze with as much hunger as she could, and nodded over and over. She groaned and thrust her hips into his retreating fingers. She did everything she could to show him she needed release before she fainted from wanting. She swirled her hips in rapid circles without shame, trying to fuck herself on his fingers even as she begged him to do it for her.

  He pulled all three of them out, and his eyes flickered with the lust he’d kept in check up to that moment. She felt her pussy spasm with what could only be a cry for his body as he unbuckled his belt. She was nodding, crying out for him as he unbuttoned and unzipped while still keeping her arms pinned above her head against the door. Even in her manic frenzy, she never forgot to look him in the eye with her dress wedged between her gritted teeth.

  Flynn shoved his pants down his hips, and she could feel her wetness on his fingers as he grasped her under her thigh and lifted it. She felt the wet lips of her pussy open when he spread her legs even wider. The rush of cool air did nothing to calm the throbbing heat between her legs. It was already grasping at the hard cock that bounced against her moist entrance when he lowered his hips. With a deliciously brutal shove he entered her, burying himself to the hilt.

  All the rules were forgotten as he impaled her on his long, thick cock. She screamed as if she were being murdered, coming from just the feel of him penetrating her. Her eyes slammed shut as her pussy clamped around his cock, the dress clinging wetly to her lip before fluttering away from her open, panting mouth.

  "You wanted to belong to someone, Gia," he growled harshly, fucking her with sharp strokes, still pinning her with his other hand to the door. "How's it feel to belong to me?"

  She tilted her head back, rolling her hips over him, crying in tandem with his strokes as he hiked her thigh up even higher. Her booted leg clenched him closer, pulling him towards her.

  "God, it feels so good!" she whimpered.

  Flynn blinked, losing his rhythm for the smallest of seconds. He hadn't expected her to say anything. In fact, he’d been lost in a kind of daze when he’d said those words, as if he’d been thinking them and accidentally said them out loud. He was used to having to ply her open with his insistent words. But there she was, grasping him with the only limb she could, telling him how good it felt to belong to him. Hearing that was better than anything else he’d ever made her say when he teased her.

  She inhaled sharply as he surged into her again and held himself there, and he relished the feel of her clamped tightly around him, her wetness soaking into his cock. He would have to remember to pull out before he came. He’d forgotten the condom this time, but he couldn’t regret it after feeling her in all her natural glory, wrapped around him like wet, hot silk.

  "You love the way I own this pussy, don't you, Gia?" he asked, breathing hotly into her ear.

  At that moment, he felt like he did, like the contours of her sex were molded just for his dick. He felt like her body was curved and sculpted for the purpose of fitting against his.

  "Oh, yes! Oh, f-fuck! Give it to me!"

  She loved the feel of him inside of her, and distantly Gia realized he wasn't wearing a condom. Usually, when he was around her, there was a condom not too far behind. He was always a gentleman in that respect, but not now. Now he just had to have her and she loved it.

  Her juices were soaking him down to his balls, and they smacked wetly as he fucked her mercilessly, making her ass slam against the door with each stroke. She found that her arousal at being pinned by his strong hand was rivaled only by her desire to wrap her arms around him and pull him in closer. She hoped her words could say what her limbs couldn't.

  Flynn slammed into her vigorously, releasing her arms to grasp her face and bring her in for a kiss he feared would devour her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer to her. The sweet taste of her mouth was mixed with the salt of her tears and he swallowed them down, relishing the flavors that made up this girl he couldn't get enough of. In one swift movement he scooped her up so that her legs were dangling over his forearms, and pressed her to the door.

  Gia shrieked as his cock slammed into her pulsing center, her body climbing fast towards her release. The pleasure was so great that, once again, she sobbed from the sheer weight of it, grinding over him as if his dick was the only thing of importance in the world.

  She panted into his mouth, lea
ning back on the door until she could reach for the buttons on his shirt. She needed more of him, to see him and feel him under her fingers. Her hands were shaking too badly, and after the second button slipped out of her grasp, she grabbed both halves and tugged until the black fabric ripped open.

  Buttons popped and clinked against the floor as she revealed his skin. She couldn't rip it all the way open, like they did in the movies, but it was enough to let it dangle over one shoulder. It was open down to the middle of his abdomen, enough to let her hands stroke impatiently over his defined chest, over that black scorpion tattoo and then around to score the flesh of his broad back as he she pulled him against her.

  "You like how I beat this pussy?!"

  "Y-yes! Flynn, don't... fucking... stop—"

  "Tell me who owns it, baby!" he growled, his voice growing louder to match the intensity of his thrusts. "Say my fucking name!"

  She did.

  Just not the name he was expecting.

  She was staring into his eyes, one foot already out of this world when she screamed, "It's yours, Cameron! I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours! God, I'm yours!"

  Each declaration was punctuated by a thrust over his hips. Gia hadn't even realized she was calling him Cameron. She’d started whispering it when she came using her own fingers, imagining what it would be like to call him by the name no one else did. She’d always felt too shy to try it, afraid she would come off like she was trying too hard to be his girl, or to be special. But now, with him driving himself into her, taking her for all he was worth, she couldn't stop herself from claiming his name.

  Flynn thought he was going insane, and he couldn't tell if it was from her words or her gorgeous body grinding over his. Something about the way she’d called out his name, as if it held the weight of all her lust, flipped a switch inside of him. Their bodies crashed into each other and still she cried out his name, like it was a prayer on her lips.

  "Cam-eron! I'm coming!"

  "Ahhhhh! Gia!!" he shouted into the crook of her neck, his voice booming as his cock expanded within her and then released load after load of hot come into her pulsing core.

  Their screams and groans reached every corner of his apartment. Their hips pumped, mouths slammed into each other, and their limbs clutched each other as if they could fuse themselves permanently if they just held each other tight enough.

  They came long and hard, until Flynn's legs gave and he started to slide to the floor. He switched his grip to wrap his arms around her waist instead of hooked under her thighs, stroking a hand up her bare back to keep her aloft as he landed on a bended knee. All the while, he was still claiming her quivering lips.

  Gia wasn't going anywhere; she wrapped her legs around him, still coming as he rested on his knees and leaned a shaking hand against the door. She gasped as he licked her neck and shoulder where her broken strap should have been.

  Flynn lapped at the salt of her skin, still hungry for her, his softening cock pumping within her folds. It must have been the way her hands roved over every bare inch of his flesh, the way she looked at him as if he were the only man alive, the only man worth looking at.

  In that moment, he knew he was in trouble.

  He wasn't accustomed to needing anyone; he’d been taking care of himself as long as he could remember. Family couldn't be relied on; girls came and went. Friends lasted longer, but he banked on them all leaving eventually, so he really didn't give a fuck when they did.

  Not so with Gia. She’d fought him from the very beginning and he had fought back. He didn’t want to think about why he had fought her so hard. He didn’t want to think about how this girl was able to bring him to his knees, with his body screaming for just another taste of whatever she was willing to give him. He didn’t want to ask himself why whenever she gave him a taste, he always wanted more from her. It was crazy and new and he closed his eyes against the feeling before it took over his senses.

  "Goddamn it," he whispered, trying to catch his breath and recover his sanity. "Forgot to pull out."

  He wasn't used to being so careless, no matter how fucking horny he was. Then again, he couldn't remember ever being this turned on, or coming so hard.

  "Pill," was all Gia could manage. If she’d been able to say more, she would have told him she loved the feel of him coming inside of her. She laughed to herself, thinking she could get used to it very quickly.

  "Little bitch," he said with a laugh. "If you’d told me you were on the pill, I would've done this shit a long time ago." He pumped his half hard dick into her, moaning softly. "You feel so fucking good."

  She let out a sigh that turned into a small giggle. "Yeah, well who knew how many chicks you had rolling through here. I saw you at work. A girl can never be too careful around the legendary Cameron Flynn."

  She honestly felt like her heart had stopped. He looked so serious all of a sudden, staring into her eyes intently.

  "There isn't anybody else," he said. "And I haven't wanted anybody else for a while now."

  His jaw clenched as he swallowed and she realized, if only in a distant corner of her mind, that he was nervous about having said it. This really was an ass backwards conversation. Usually, a girl found out if the guy was exclusive with her before she started screaming she was his to the rafters. But things had always been surprisingly different with this guy.

  Gia wrapped an arm tighter around his neck, running her fingers through his soft hair, while the fingertips of her free hand traced the contours of his lips.

  "I meant what I said, Flynn. Luca was my first love, my first everything. But I don't love him anymore; I don't want him anymore. And..."

  She felt her throat getting dry, her eyes focusing on his lips so she wouldn't have to look into his. Flynn kissed her fingertips, waiting for her to speak.

  "I'm not really sure how this works, how I should say it. But...if you want me to be, I could be your girl."

  He lifted her face so that she could look into his eyes.

  "I'm not going to bullshit you, baby. I'm not an easy guy to be in a relationship with. I'm still the same guy you couldn't stand not too long ago,” he said, brushing her hair off her cheek, “and I'm not going to change anytime soon. Not for anybody.”

  He ran his fingers down the slope of her neck, and finally broke his silence with a sigh. “You sure you want to be my girl, Gia?'

  Out of fairness, he probably should have covered his eyes, or barricaded himself behind an iron wall before he asked her that question.

  How could I want anything other than you when you look at me like that?

  She laughed, trying and failing to keep her smile from being obnoxiously giddy. "Well, I haven't run screaming for the hills yet."

  He shrugged but his smile was just as broad. "Just remember when you get all pissed off at me again that you were begging for this."

  She cocked her head to the side. "Who's begging?"

  "You. When I get finished with you, that is."

  Flynn placed his hand on the door, lifting her as he brought himself up on steady legs. He still hadn't pulled out, and Gia could feel him hardening within the come-soaked walls of her throbbing pussy. She was positive she would be sore the next day, but she didn't care as he led her to his bedroom, kissing her all the while.

  He peeled her torn dress off with one hand while the other held her against him. He leaned over and tried to place her on his bed, and they both laughed when she refused to unwrap her legs from his waist, keeping him bent over while he tried to stand up and undress. After the third failed attempt to lift himself away, he leaned his head down into the crook of her neck and chuckled.

  "It's like fucking a koala bear," he joked. He was still inside of her, and she was pumping her hips slightly under him. His laughter quickly turned into a sharp moan.

  "Hey, I think I'm much cuter than a koala bear!"

  "I agree, especially with those boots on," Flynn said as she released her legs from his waist and let him stand. He left her warmt
h with a regretful grunt.

  She sat up slightly, letting the spiked heel of one of her boots push aside the fabric of his shirt so she could see more of his skin. His answering grin was slow and painfully sexy.

  "Liked these, didja?"

  He nodded and said, "Mmm-hmm."

  He licked his lips at the sight of her naked on his bed in nothing but black leather boots. When she started to unzip them, he shook his head.

  "Uh-uh. Leave them on," he commanded huskily. "And spread your legs for me." He could see a faint trickle of his come leaking out of her pretty pussy. A surge of possessiveness swept through him. That pussy belonged to him now, and he was going to spend the rest of the night filling her up with his desire.

  Gia paused, giving him a small smile before she zipped it back up. Her eyes mirrored his hunger as she slid further up his bed, laying flat on her back. She lifted her knees and spread her long legs as wide as they would go, careful that the heels didn't catch in the sheets.

  She watched Flynn’s eyes devour her as she cupped and kneaded her breasts, tweaking the nipples gently and moaning softly. She let one hand travel down her stomach to the neat triangle of dark hair on her mound, and then over the smooth brown lips of her pussy. As she watched him peel off his torn shirt, she swirled their mingled come over her pink slit, slipping her fingers into the heat he stoked within her.

  "Hurry up, Flynn," she whispered, loving the way he watched her fingers playing between her bucking hips. It was so naughty, and so unlike her. And it felt so good.

  He was paralyzed by the sight of this beautiful, golden brown girl riding her fingers on his bed, begging him to hurry up and fuck her. This was his girl now. He had already claimed her, and she was more than willing. If he wasn't dying to be inside of her, he would have stood there and watched for as long as he could.

  Still, there was something else that made him pause. He couldn’t get a particular thought out of his head, and it had been with him from the moment she screamed out that she was his as he pounded into her against his door.