both of us moaning in response. “This is damn awful.” Laughing as hollow as a drum, Drez shook his head. “How terrible is it that I don't want to stop?” Seemingly goaded on by my whimper, he rocked against me firmly.
Sparks went off in my brain. The pressure inside of me, just from his sliding against the outside of my covered slit, was maddening. “I—then don't.” Don't stop, I thought selfishly. I knew I was giving him permission to do something dangerous. If I'd made bad choices before in my life, this one trumped them all.
The very last thing I needed was to end up pregnant.
Encouraged by how I was helplessly rubbing against him, legs trembling, Drezden bent low and stole a kiss. The discussion was over; perhaps there was no reason to have one. If he had been giving me an out, I'd missed it. Was he going to just fuck me anyway? I wondered in a daze.
Teeth cut against my earlobe. “You really want this, don't you?” he whispered.
All I could manage was a tiny squeak.
His chuckle was sinful, driving my senses higher. Easily, he hooked his fingers into the top of my underwear. The air was cool against my melting pussy.
I couldn't see anything but Drez's temple, his hair tickling my nose. He must have pushed his briefs out of the way, for the smooth, decadent weight of his cock bounced against my belly. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he taunted, speaking against my throat.
Holy shit. My heart swelled, matching his shaft's reaction. “I want—”
“Say my name when you beg me.” Rolling his thighs, he bumped my twitching clit.
Digging my nails into his hips, I tried to force him into me. I was distantly aware of him stiffening at where I touched, but I'd let myself forget why that could even be. “Drezden, just fuck me! Please!”
Groaning long and low, the singer shoved himself inside. There was a hint of soreness in me; I hadn't recovered since he'd stolen my virginity last night. But like then, whatever sharp pain existed was muted by my slippery bundle of desperation. Drezden owned my senses.
And, hell, I wanted him to.
Drez held me steady while he pounded into my convulsing pussy. It was lightning, I was lightning. The orgasm struck me so fast I didn't know what it was at first. I thought I was having a stroke, my eyes rolling, my bones as stiff as his cock inside of me. "Nngh—that—fuck, I'm coming!"
"Go for it, baby doll," he groaned, shivering over me.
I'd never finished as fast as that, not on my own, not otherwise. Whining with the overwhelming pleasure, I cried out harder as Drez abruptly pulled free. My muscles grabbed for him, tried to trap him inside, but he was too strong. In the fog of my mind, I didn't grasp why he'd abandoned me.
Hot, sticky seed spilled on my navel. Drezden growled during his release. I caught a glimpse of his cock, angry and red, his fist holding it tight over my skin. Fear and delirious excitement flooded my acutely-aware body.
He almost came inside of me. Too many thoughts slammed into my skull, sobering me by the end. I shouldn't have let that happen, fuck. Did I want him that bad, that I'd risk that?
I knew the answer.
Sitting up, Drez looked me in the eye. There was no glimmer of fear there. “You're thinking that was stupid, aren't you?”
Biting my lip, I gave a steady nod. “It was stupid, Drezden.”
Considering me seriously, I watched his half-smile return. “I guess it was. You're just—never mind.”
I'm just what? I wished he'd finished his thought.
Standing, he brought me some tissues from the small side table. “I'll make sure not to be caught without protection next time."
A syrup of pure adrenaline settled into my veins. Next time.
I loved the sound of that.
****
We'd struggled—or perhaps it was just me—for two days. I'd pushed back on every single craving Drezden caused. I'd worked so fucking hard to not buckle at his voice, his smell, or his touch.
Now, I couldn't keep my hands off of him.
In the elevator, we kissed with furious passion around our pile of luggage. If I thought I was addicted, Drezden was truly obsessed. Even when I was gathering my items from my room, he'd been unable to stop touching me.
His mouth moved down to my shoulder. In the mirrors, I saw my snowy neck was red and purple. This man, this impossible man, he wanted to mark