Ecstasy

I try to jerk my head back up, but his grip tightens in my hair.

I dig my nails into his thigh, and he hisses but still doesn’t let me go. I’m gagging on him, but no sounds are coming out. Everything seems to be going gray, saliva dripping from my mouth to the base of his cock.

My stomach tightens.

He’s done this before, but I can’t quite shake the feeling that maybe he’s paying me back for Jamal. Maybe we aren’t done with that little standoff. Maybe I’m a fucking idiot.

But then, when everything starts to turn black around the edges, he lifts my head up by my hair, all the way off him. Drool spills down my chin as I lick my lips and he stares at me, a conceited little smirk on his face.

“You’re so perfect,” he tells me. He caresses the back of my head and my eyes flutter closed.

He’s perfect.

Alex.

He’s not bad.

He’s good.

He runs his thumb over my swollen lips. The gesture is almost tender.

He’s so good.

“Now get up here and ride my dick, princess,” he commands me, one hand curling around the base of his cock.

He doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I stand to my feet, spin around.

He runs his hands up and down my sides. “I think I’m going to like this,” he whispers against my spine.

I brace myself on his forearm, reaching between us to grab his cock and position him underneath me. He helps me get both feet up, my knees on the bed as I kneel over him.

Slowly, I lower myself down, feeling the sting of his width as he enters me, and I stretch around him.

“You’re so fucking tight, princess,” he whispers, gathering my hair in his hand, pulling it away from my neck as he kisses my shoulder.

I wince, but I want him all.

Every inch of him.

Fisting my hands in his sheets, I lower myself all the way down.

“Alex,” I moan his name even before I start fucking him.

He kisses my back again, then lets go of my hair, his hands dropping to my sides.

“Fuck me, Zara,” he tells me, grabbing my waist and helping me do just that. “And make it good, because last time I didn’t get to fucking finish.”

My thighs burn as I bounce on his cock, his hands helping guide me. It’s so fucking worth it. I tilt my head up, close my eyes. The feel of my hair grazing my low back makes me flush with confidence. The feel of Alex stretching me, filling me, the sound of his rapid breaths, his low groans makes me feel sexy.

I run my hands through my hair, close my eyes as I focus on the feel of him inside of me.

Sex has never felt this good.

I’m going to come, and I don’t even need to touch myself.

I’m going to fucking come all over his cock and he’s going to finish inside of me and in the moment, that’s all I want.

Maybe that’s all I’ve ever wanted. Maybe I’m just really high, but I don’t care.

I don’t care.

I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips, and I don’t want to.

“Fuck, baby,” Alex says. “You feel so good. You sound so fucking good.”

I moan louder, all of my nerves tight and taut and ready for me to just fucking explode. I feel so safe here in his lap, with him inside of me, his hands on my hips as I ride him.

And just as I’m about to throw my head back, just as his brow comes to my shoulder, his groans telling me he’s almost there, too, I see the doorknob to his room twist.

So slowly.

So slowly that maybe it isn’t really turning. Maybe the door isn’t really being pushed open, just as Alex is moaning my name, just as I feel him tightening inside of me, maybe that isn’t—

All the air leaves my lungs, and the door does open, just a crack, and Eli’s eyes co

But I can’t stop it.

I can’t stop it, and I’m coming all over Alex as I hold Eli’s gaze, until I can’t. Until I have to close my eyes, Alex’s hands on my breasts as we slow, panting. Breathing. Feeling.

And when I open my eyes again, the door is closed, and Eli is gone.