Slammed

by Skyla Madi

  He grips the base of my sweater and I let him pull it off over my head. His dark eyes scout my cleavage line and grow hungrier by the second. In the next heartbeat, his hands are all over me, pinching and squeezing in places I want him to put his mouth—or teeth. My breath is fast suddenly, and needy like my lungs want him to know how badly I’ve missed his touch.

  “I know exactly what you need, baby.”

  He snakes his hand between our bodies. It slides over my belly and between my legs without hesitation. The sensation, even through my underwear, is one I’ve missed and craved endlessly.

  “You’re not good for me,” I whisper, letting my head fall against his chest.

  “Not for your heart,” he replies, kissing the top of my head and pulling my panties to the side. “But I’m perfect for your body.”

  Try as I might, I can’t deny that. My entire body buzzes, filling me with enough electrical current to rival a tropical thunderstorm. He runs a finger between my creases and I can’t pretend I don’t want it.

  “You get so worked up when you don’t have me.” He forces my head back with his, then sticks his tongue between my lips before depriving me of it a second later. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, Selena.”

  Jackson moves quickly, with absolute decisiveness and authority, and before I know it, I’m kneeling on the white bench with my hands planted firmly on the surface of my vanity table. My face is close to my own reflection and my breath fogs the glass with every eager pant. I dig my fingers into the wood and hold my breath as he smooths the palm of his hand over my ass and down the back of my thighs. Feeling his skin on mine is pleasurable beyond words and painful beyond explanation. I tremble, wanting more, but daring not to ask.

  “You need to come, don’t you?”

  I do, I need it so badly, but instead of agreeing, I shake my head.

  Fuck.

  Him.

  He chuckles under his breath and in the reflection of the mirror, I see his naughty grin as he continues his sexy, torturous assault. His touches are light and kind…it sets me on edge.

  “You’re a shit liar, baby,” he states as he curls his fingers around the strap of my underwear and drags them down my legs. “But don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

  I keep my sights trained on his until he disappears behind my ass. I wait patiently, not knowing what to expect. It’s not until I feel his hands slide up the backs of my thighs and grip my ass cheeks I realize what he’s going to do. Instinctively, my back arches and I push my ass back a little. He runs his lips up my thigh, grazing my skin with his sharp teeth. I shiver as my pussy pulses painfully, waiting for his wet tongue to work its magic.

  And it does. Holy fuck. It does.

  I inhale sharply as the very tip of his tongue brushes against my opening. I dig my fingers in to the wooden surface beneath my hands. Pleasure zips through my body faster than the speed of light and I see stars. I’m quickly falling away from reality. My nails could snap from the pressure I have on them and I’d have no idea until long after he’s gone.

  Jackson’s faint, gorgeous stubble is rough against my sensitive skin and my nerves flourish at the sensation. I don’t know how long he devours me, but every minute that passes is shorter than the last. In the distance the thunder rolls, but after a while, I no longer hear it. It’s drowned out by the chaotic beat of my heart and the vibration each rumble sends over the house is unfelt in comparison to the tremors that quake my body as he slips a finger inside me. Jackson was many things—confused, reckless, and aggressive—but he wasn’t a liar. He’s making me feel good just like he said he would. I know the aftermath of tonight will be devastating, but for the moment, my heart is unrestrained. It believes everything between us—all of the emotions I feel—is mutual.

  I let my head fall as a strong tremble threatens to shake me to my very foundations. Jackson feels it too and he fingers me faster—harder. He slips in a second finger while his other hand squeezes my ass with unbelievable pleasure. A husky moan from the base of his throat vibrates my spine and my entire body ceases to function. I hold my breath, my mouth open, as the sensation holds itself in the pit of my belly—not quite ready to explode. It’s when, and only when, he slaps me hard across the ass like a stubborn pony do I completely come undone. I unravel, wave after wave, roll after roll, like a ball of wool. He doesn’t stop until my body sags against the table, my damp forehead against the glass. I phase out for a small eternity only to be brought back to reality when he drags himself over my entrance. I steady myself on my arms, but even they threaten to give way underneath me. He notices how badly the movement affects me and I hear his breath catch in his throat.

  “Your body wants me, baby.”

  I manage a lazy nod and manage to turn around so my ass sits nicely on the table. Jackson zips closer, kneeling on the bench and placing himself between my legs. I shudder as the soft, but firm, head of his cock teases my lips.

  “Put it in,” I demand, shifting my hips forward and wrapping my arms around his neck.

  I pull myself close to him, so his breath clashes with mine, caressing my burning lips.

  Jackson grins, his lust-filled gaze flicking over my face. “No please?”

  I dig my fingernails into his back, stopping only when he hisses. “You don’t care for pleasantries,” I say on exhale, flicking my tongue against his lip.

  He smiles and attempts to catch the next one with his teeth. “Maybe, just this once, I want to hear you say please.”

  The tips of his fingers barely dance along my sensitive flesh, zapping me right down to my fucking core.

  “Please,” I whisper, planting a kiss on his throat. “Please fuck me.”

  He presses himself harder against me, but he never enters. Teasing motherfuck—

  “I want more,” he says, applying more pressure, but not giving me what I want, what I crave.

  I chuckle. “So do I.”

  Cocking an eyebrow and lowering his grin to a lazy smile, he slips a hand between our bodies and presses his finger right against my sensitive spot. His firm fingertips circle me with a softer pressure and the tingles that come with his touch grow in their intensity. Jackson touches my lips with his, but I’d barely call it a kiss.

  “Please,” I try again, loosening my jaw so I can push forward and trap his lip. I bite down and dig my claws in one more time. He hisses and his fingers completely slip by my outer area before plunging deep into my pussy.

  “Fuck!” I release his lip and press my forehead into the crook of his neck instead, unable to retract my nails from his skin as he curls his fingers inside me over and over again. It feels good—fucking amazing—but I’ve already had his fingers tonight—and his tongue. I want something much thicker, much more fun. I drag my fingers up his back and along the reverse side of his neck before clenching them in his hair, forcing his forehead harder against mine. A catastrophic mixture of arousal, frustration, and love overwhelms me and I’m unable to filter them as his skillful fingers work their magic.

  “What do you want, baby?” he asks, his dark eyes flaring. “Tell me.”

  “Put your cock inside me, Jackson, or get the fuck out.”

  His smile is wide and naughty, all of his excitement shining through.

  “You want me inside you?” he asks. I know it’s not because he didn’t hear me. It’s to tease me, to get me to tell him just how much I want him. I’m already here, spread open on my vanity table with his fingers buried inside of me. It’s not like I have any more dignity left to lose.

  I nod. “Now.”

  He pulls his fingers out from between my legs and our eyes remain locked as he drags them up over my clit, making me shudder. The sudden silence is marred only by the unbearable sound of my heavy breaths. My muscles tremble as his tips trail over my stomach, between my breasts, and up my throat before, finally, dancing along my lip. His gaze falls to my lips as he parts them with wet fingers. I watch his face, marveling over how beautiful he is and
how content he seems in this moment. My own taste tickles my tongue as the very tip of his index finger dips inside my mouth. Saliva pools under my tongue and I suck his finger further inside.

  “Do you like the way you taste?” He leans closer, his stare never leaving my mouth.

  I release his finger and he goes back to tracing my bottom lip.

  “I like the way I taste on you.”

  He dips two fingers into my mouth and snaps forward, adding his tongue to the mix. My mouth is full, yet I want more. I gasp as his fingers are pulled from my mouth and he clamps his hands on my thighs. He tugs roughly and my hips slide out from underneath me, stopping only when my pussy is flush against his cock once again. I feel him pulse against me, his length straining in its smooth, taut skin.

  “How do you want it?”

  My heart stutters, overloading with excitement. “The only way you know how to give it.”

  Jackson’s lips quirk at the corner. “Are you sure you can handle it?”

  I hear his condescension and ignore it. I’ve had Jackson at his worst. I’ve been tied up, spanked, covered in ice and burned by hot wax. I’ve been whipped, choked, slapped and bitten. I’ve even let him put it in my ass, for Christ’s sake. Anything Jackson has thrown at me, I’ve taken like a fucking champion to help him work through his own fucked up issues, so, rough sex on a table will be a walk in the park.

  “I can handle anything you throw at me. You know that.”

  Granted, it’s not entirely true. I can’t handle his emotional games. If I said they don’t affect me, it’d be a blatant lie. Jackson knows it too, but he doesn’t bother to correct me. Then, without notice, his lips crash to mine and he forces my mouth open with his tongue. His kiss sends my head reeling, sucking all rational thought from my brain. The thought of him being inside me bare, without the hindrance of a thin, latex sleeve, has me leaking all over the table. I’ve never had it before, but I’ve dreamt of it a million times. I take my pill religiously. The chances of this one time ruining the rest of my life is slim to none. If I’m going to take the risk, who better to do it with than the person you love? Yep, I’d be the last person to give advice to teenagers in Sex Education class.

  I feel him drag himself over my creases one last time before his hand plants firmly on my hip. I barely have time to register the feeling of him entering my body it happens so quickly. The first jolt of pleasure as he stretches me, seizes my spine and my entire body stiffens at the feeling. I hear him chuckle darkly in the back of his throat as he slowly drags himself back out again, leaving only the tip. A shiver makes my thighs tremble as I squeeze him tightly, tight enough to make him curse under his breath and feel him pulse once or twice inside me.

  “Again.” I exhale sharply, opening my legs wider. “More.”

  His hand clamps down on my hip and he thrusts again. When his hips slam into mine, air is knocked from my lungs and my mouth is forced open as I inhale abruptly. Fucking hell. He doesn’t pull back out this time. Instead, he shifts his hand from my hip to my throat, holding me firmly. His eyes, now darker than dark, narrow in on my face. All traces of his humor and cockiness is gone. All he wants now is to fuck like he doesn’t even know my name.

  He flicks his hips and I moan, swallowing the rush of saliva that pools in my mouth directly afterwards. He feels amazing. He’s thick and hard, purely animal as he relentlessly plows firmly into me. He lowers his partly open mouth to mine, but doesn’t let me kiss him. I want to, want to so fucking badly, but I know how this goes. He’ll kiss me when he’s ready. I smirk. He has no rules about licking. I flick my tongue out and run it across his bottom lip. Thrill ignites in my core as he shudders and groans, closing his eyes ever so briefly.

  I’m so turned on I can feel my pussy leaking all over him as it desperately grips his pulsing length. My priceless vanity table, the one I was previously worried about being covered in his blood, slams viciously into the wall, and I know, at any moment the mirror will shatter and shower us both in glass. But I don’t care. I’m delirious, completely obsessed with the way he fucks me as he takes me higher and higher with every thrust. I’m just about shot over the edge of ecstasy when he drops his head and runs his tongue over my jaw and down my neck. When he sucks a nipple into his hot, wet mouth, I’m about ready to beg him to marry me. No one has ever spoiled me with so much attention when it comes to sex, but Jackson does.

  Every single time.

  My organs coil as my orgasm starts building. “Oh yes! Oh god! Don’t stop.”

  He can feel it too and he slows his hips to a quick roll. I shudder, suddenly restless, and thrust my hips shamelessly against his. I clench my thighs around him, tilting my pelvis and the shift so I feel his hardness drag more prominently inside of me. A whimper escapes my lips. Then another. And another. As my pleasure builds, I’m unable to stop it from seeping from my lips.

  Then, my eyes lock with his and I lose myself completely.

  Jackson

  I’m mesmerized by the slits that make up her eyes as she comes. It’s a beautiful sight. As waves of ecstasy roll over her once again, she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip to muffle the sound. Moving my hand from her neck, I ball my fist in her hair and gently pull it back so her throat is exposed. She moans loudly, her legs trembling uncontrollably around my hips.

  “Don’t hold it back, Selena. I want to fucking hear it.”

  The louder she screams, the harder I fuck her. I’ve been waiting for this for days. So has she, I can feel it. Poor girl, didn’t she know? I’ve made it so she never forgets the way my cock makes her scream. I’ve made her crave my cock, to not even think of another one besides mine and it’s all for purely selfish reasons. I release her hair and she wastes no time in pressing her lips to mine. She moans against them, her legs trembling still.

  I’m incredibly close to coming, but I won’t until I know Selena has had her fill. I lower a hand between our bodies and swipe my thumb over her clit. Her body jolts forward and she giggles, once, against my lips. Making her come twice is all she can handle tonight so I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and bite down hard. She hisses, digging her nails into my back. I love it. The burn forces me to move hard and fast, and barely a minutes passes before I explode deep inside her throbbing core.

  My hard, precise thrust becomes slow and twitchy as I spill everything I have into her. We’ve never had unprotected sex before, but I tell you, nothing beats it. Panting, I release Selena’s lip and brush it over with my thumb as a small dot of blood rises to the surface.

  “I bit you too hard,” I say, smoothing my hands through her hair. “You can get me back next time.”

  We make eye contact and I freeze, realizing what I’m doing. What am I doing? Rubbing her lip? Smoothing her hair? What the fuck?

  I lower my hands and they clench uncontrollably at my sides. It’s not fair to her. I shouldn’t do things like that. Fucking is one thing. Caring is another entirely.

  “I love you,” she whispers, still holding me close.

  I still, unable to stop my body from tensing completely. Why does she do this to me? Why does she do this to herself? I look her dead in the eyes. Love isn’t something I want in my life. I can’t handle another dose of it. The last one was almost lethal. I pull away from her and retrieve my towel from the floor. When I wrap it low on my hips, I finally lift my gaze back to hers. She’s pulled her nightie down, covering her intimate parts, and her usual bright, happy eyes are tired and hurt. She knows my response. I know I don’t have to say a word, but I do anyway because she deserves an explanation.

  “I—” I pause. Fuck, I hate this. “Selena…I can’t.”

  Then comes the loudest sound I’ve ever heard…the sound of her heart shattering into a million tiny pieces in her chest. I see it, too. It tightens her chest, then her throat before making her eyes water.

  “Why don’t you say it back?” she snaps, pushing herself off of the table. “Why can’t you just fucking love me?”

  Tea
rs stream down her cheeks, each and every drop a clean punch to my stomach. Still, as I watch her heartbreaking meltdown, my face remains as hard as stone. I don’t know why…I don’t know why my body refuses to react to her grief. I can hold her—soothe her—but what happens after that? She’ll tell me she loves me again and I won’t say it back…because I can’t. I’m not ready. Amelia left me without a goodbye—without a single fucking word—and I can’t move on until that chapter of my life is closed. Selena doesn’t know how hurt I still am. I haven’t told her because telling people about Amelia will give her exactly what she wants. She wants to be known as the woman who ruined my life. She wants to be brought up in conversation over and over again. She wants to be at the front of everyone’s mind and on everyone’s lips, but I won’t give her the fucking satisfaction. What am I supposed to tell Selena, anyway? That I was in an abusive relationship with a woman much older than me? That she beat me? Tricked me? While I’m at it, I could tell her my ex had me hurt people and forced me to fuck her in public places that made me uncomfortable. I’m sure that’ll go down really well. I might even confess how much of a pussy I was—that I practically cut my balls off and handed them to Amelia on a silver platter. I doubt after all of that, and it’s not even half of the shit she put me through, Selena will still see me as a man she could love.

  “Sele—”

  She lashes out and punches her vanity mirror. The perfect slate of reflective glass cracks, but doesn’t fall to the floor. Blood spills from her knuckle and I flinch, inching forward.

  “Fuck!” she hisses, cradling her hand to her chest. “Why do you keep doing this to me?”

  For every step I take, she retreats into herself, so I stop. “You’re hurt.”

  She giggles in disbelief with a shake of her head. “Now you care?” She lifts her bleeding hand. “This is what it takes for you to care how hurt I am?” It’s a question she wants an answer to and my hesitation provides the information she needs. “Fuck you, Jackson.”