Someone I Used to Know - By Blakney Francis Page 0,55

not going to be able to, and I think we’re both looking for a different ending.” I followed his pointed look down to the bulging erection between us. I was almost mesmerized by the sizable member for a moment. It looked painful. I made a move to get a closer look when strong arms stopped me.

“Holy Dooley, are you trying to kill me, sheila?” He moaned, looking like it pained him to redirect me onto my back and away from the part of him most craving my attention. “What have you done to me? Just the sight of that naughty little mouth of yours anywhere near my doodle nearly made me explode.”

Distracted by his newly convenient position situated between my legs, I tried to draw him closer to me but he didn’t give in to my desperate demands.

“What’s your problem?” I pleaded, and to my horror I was nearing the point of tears. I needed him inside of me at that moment more than I had needed anything in a very long time. He created this monster, now he had to satisfy her.

He pursed his lips at my outburst, but I swear that evil mouth of his was just on the verge of smirk.

“It might help to take these off first,” he belittled me, but I didn’t give two shits, because at that moment he set out in slowly trailing my forgotten purple underwear down my legs, until they were free to wrap around him.

He paused, the tip of his ‘doodle’, as he’d called it, just outside of my weeping entrance. Was he trying to kill me? I didn’t know how much more teasing I could take. I might have to kill him when it was all over with. I certainly couldn’t exact my revenge until he made me scream out in the ecstasy of release.

“Are you on the pill?” His voice waivered as my hands tried to coerce his hips to push into me, kneading and caressing his firm backside.

I nodded, not trusting my voice to come out without sounding possessed or threatening. Eventually I was sure I’d be glad one of us was thinking clearly, but at that moment, I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t have lied just to achieve my single-minded goal. God, that was fucked up.

“Declan,” it was a plea. His whole body shuddered at the sound, but he only entered me with the tip before gaining control of himself. I wiggled recklessly against the carpet trying to find relief from the small bit he offered me.

Gray eyes prodded into mine as if he was searching for something (obviously not permission. I’d given that in tenfold). It wasn’t like he was looking for an answer he thought I could provide though. Instead his steady gaze pursued me like you’d stare at your own reflection in a mirror to know something about yourself.

His lips parted just slightly, and I could tell he wanted to say something. It might have been something sweet, or something self-reflective, or maybe even something enlightening. Hell, it might have been the secret to life, but somehow, instinctively, I knew I didn’t want to hear it.

I didn’t care about anything but the feel of his hardness within me. I thrust my hips upwards, ensnaring his length completely. A deep guttural moan ripped free from his chest, and fireworks bombarded every inch of my body.

“Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re so tight.”

That was the last thing I heard as I was struck deaf by my own rising pleasure rushing through my ears. We were consumed by it. I didn’t care about the unforgiving angles of the stairs, digging into my back with each powerful thrust. I didn’t care about the nonsensical babble spilling from our lips. I didn’t care that we were going at it like rabbits, where any nosey neighbor peeking through a window could see.

All I cared about was each roll of my hips that brought me closer to an edge I couldn’t see. We were a roller coaster making the delicious journey to the peak, desperate for the freefalling relief on the other side.

I was the first to plummet. My body tightened, frozen by the bliss that crashed over me with the power of a tidal wave. Declan plowed on, his face twisting with an emotion so lustful it bordered on pain.

I watched him, my body limp with satiation, and I couldn’t help but marvel at his beauty. Men had no right to encroach across the lines of sex to steal the one