Page 59 of Hell House
“Fuck. Skye.” He holds my hips as he juts up into me. I’m completely bare, soaking the front of his black sweatpants. “Condom. Now.” He gestures to his bedside table, and I hop off him. I grab one of the many condoms and toss it to him, shrugging out of my robe and making sure to lock the door. And try not to think about why he has so many. At least he takes precautions.
He tears of his clothes and sheaths his length laying straight back in my bed. He grips his cock in one hand while the other rests behind his head. He’s fully on display, every intricate tattoo laid out for me to see.
Holy moly. He’s so hot. Seeing him like this in my bed has me ready to go feral on him.
“Come here, baby.” I stride over to him without hesitation, desperate to cover up and feeling embarrassed, but the way his eyes roam over my body has me stepping with more courage the closer I get. I lay down next to him and he runs his tattooed hands over my face.
“So fucking beautiful.” He places tender kisses against my lips while I wrap my hand around his length, feeling the barbells of his piercings against my fingers.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels fucking good. Keep doing that.” He guides my hand, showing me just how he wants to be touched. His kisses turn heated, nipping my bottom lip and tangling his tongue with mine. My entire body flushes with need. He works me until I’m a mess of desire. I can feel myself clenching in anticipation, feeling desperate for him to take me.
He flips over me, caging my face with his elbows as he lines himself up with my entrance.
“Fuck, Skye, please. I need to be inside you right now, baby.”
I feel his desperation matching mine. I nod, gripping his ass and lifting my hips up to welcome him.
He works himself in, inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside of me. I feel so full it’s almost painful.
“You, okay?” He dips his forehead down to mine, his arms shaking, sweat coats his chest.
“Yes. Lukas, it feels so good.” He edges himself out letting out a groan as he pushes back in. I clench around him, feeling every inch, his piercings heightening every slight movement. I roll my hips, letting my legs spread as wide as they could go.
“Oh fuck. Yes.” He shoves in deeper, his body shaking against mine. I run my fingers down his back urging him on. He kisses me, and I lose myself in him completely. I turn us so that I’m on top, which takes him by surprise. I ride him as he grips onto my ass, guiding me.
“I’ve wanted this since I first saw you.” He confesses, breaking our kiss. I sit up, letting him watch me ride him. My breasts bounce with each thrust. He grips onto them, squeezing them hard enough to leave bruises, unable to get his full hand around them.
“These are so fucking perfect.” He grunts, pulsing up into me.
“Turn around.” I arch my eyebrow at him but do it anyway.
“Just like that. Ride my cock, baby.” I settle back down onto his length, with a gasp. From this angle he’s hitting me in a spot I didn’t even know I had.
“Oh, fuck!” I yell out.
He laughs. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear. I fucking love it. My dirty girl.”
I am so close to spilling over the edge as I bounce up and down Lukas’ enormous cock.
“Oh shit, yes. I’m going to come, baby get there.” He wraps a hand around my front, rubbing my clit as I ride us straight into simultaneous orgasms. I can feel his heat the moment he erupts inside of me, I’m right there with him, clamping down as it shoots through my whole body. We stay like that for a moment, almost like we’re both too stunned to move. I finally find it in me to go and clean myself off. I wordlessly stalk off to change into some clothes.
Oh my God, I’d just slept with Lukas. My roommate! What was I thinking?
He watches me with a guarded expression.
“I’m sorry. I don’t-“
“Don’t you dare apologize for that.” He bites out, standing up and yanking off the condom. Chucking the evidence of what we’d done in the trash.
“I shouldn’t-“
“Did you not feel what I was fucking feeling?” He’s still shaking, only now it looks like it’s because he’s angry. “I’m sorry if I messed with your good girl persona, but that wasn’t a mistake so don’t try and write me off as one.”
He storms out of the room, butt naked. I crumple to the floor, holding my chest. It hurts.
Why does it hurt?
