Greenhouse

MILES

* WARNING EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT*

His honey coated eyes cut to mine, and his body tensed. I hoped he wanted to. I needed something to put me on edge. I needed to just feel something because lately, nothing wasn't cutting it.

A single moment passed before he crashed his lips into mine like an ocean on a rampage. He tasted like beer and cinnamon, and the combination had never tasted so good.

The kiss wasn't sweet or gentle. It was rough and ravenous like we were two animals answering to the mating call. It was a kiss that had only one goal.

To fuck.

Jolts of electricity sparked through my body as his large hands traveled down along my curves and grabbed my ass. A moan left my lips because damn it felt good, and he happily swallowed it, taking my bottom lip in his mouth and sucking on it.

My hand traveled to the front of his jeans to cup his growing hardness.

"Fuck," he growled, the curse fire against my lips.

His hands found the buttons of my shorts and popped them open, shoving them down as he slid inside. He went straight under my cotton underwear and groaned upon feeling my slickness. My eyes fluttered, and my breath hitched. I couldn't figure out why it felt so good, why it was all I could feel. I hadn't realized just how much I craved it. How much I wanted to be wanted. How much I wanted an escape from the numb solitude I always granted myself.

Threading my other hand through his hair, I pulled him closer and gripped him hard, wanting to delve into the electricity. I wanted it to leave me breathless and burned out.

He hissed and slid my shorts all the way off, grabbing me by the ass and lifting me, walking me to who knew where. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I didn't care where he took me. As long as he kept kissing me. As long as he didn't take his hot hands off of me.

He slammed me against a tree, and I cried out in pain as the rough bark pressed into my bruises, the hurt momentarily reminding me of my suffering. He stilled, muttering a string of curses as he swung me around and walked to a different location. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying to get over the throbbing pain in my back, stretching his shirt from it being fisted in my hands. Trees fucking hurt.

I heard him kick a door open, and he laid me on something plush. Much better.

"Where are we?" I mumbled, looking around. Large leafy plants were scattered around us, in and out of the moonlight shining down from above us.

"Greenhouse," was all he said as he loosened the buckle of his belt and undid his pants, leaning over me.

I couldn't explore the greenhouse with my eyes more than a few seconds before his hand gripped my chin, making me face him.

His eyes raked over me dangerously. There was a different kind fear coiling around my lungs as he leaned in close, staring deep into my eyes. It was as if he was looking for something. "What kind of misery are you running from?"

His question shocked me, and I almost got up and ran from how stripped bare I felt. Instead, I spread my legs and moved my underwear to the side, putting my arousal on display, not wanting to let go of the pleasure he gave me. He didn't really want the answer anyway.

He bit his lip as he looked at my sex, desire thick in his stare. I had to hold back a gasp as he pulled out his hard cock, giving it a few strokes. My walls clenched just looking at it. With a girth and length like that, he could damn near break me.

"Hurry," I urged, not caring if it would fit or not.

'Fill me up. Make me lose my mind.'

He chuckled and licked his lips, putting a condom on.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, that smart ass mouth of yours won't know how to speak."

Nothing sounded better.

I bucked my hips as Dominic rubbed his length between the lips of my cunt, soaking himself in my juices. It felt so good. I wanted more. I was going to have another full-blown panic attack if he wasn't inside me in the next second.

Whimpering, I begged. "Please! Just put it in."

"So eager," he rumbled in that deep voice that made my body shiver. "Next time, I'll take my sweet time with you."

'Shlick, shlick.'

"I'll taste you."

'Shlick, shlick.'

"Feel you with my fingers until you beg like a dog in heat."

My heart thundered at his promises, at the way his golden eyes flashed with urgency that made my toes curl. It was cute that he thought there would be a next time. I'd probably never see him again.

I sat up and pulled him close. "I'll give you whatever you want. Just fuck me already," I murmured against his lips.

He growled before shoving me back down, ripping my underwear from my body and sinking into me in one hard thrust. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and my back arched so far back it almost cramped up. The pleasure was so painfully blinding that it took the breath from my lungs, my walls clenching, adjusting to his size. He was big. Bigger than I thought.

A nice deep groan came from him as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead on my chest. He squeezed my hips so tight they'd probably leave bruises. He took a shuddered breath before thrusting into me again, and this time, a loud moan broke free. He was filling me up, leaving no room for anything else. It was absolute ecstasy having my mind full of the sensations he was giving me. I'd never felt this good.

Not my first time two years ago with the neighbor's son. Not with Kenny from the night shift at the diner. Not even my own damn fingers could take me from the numbness like this man did.

He thrust again and again, going at a steady pace. Something deep inside was coiling tighter as I got lost to the feel of him. I grinded against him, meeting him thrust for thrust as waves of pleasure rippled through me, making me giddy and drunk off pleasure.

His hands were fire on my skin, gripping my thighs and sliding up to the backs of my knees to push them higher and when he slid into me again, I knew no one had ever been so deep.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good, sweetheart. Just divine." Dominic ground into me with firm, steady plunges. "Pull those tits out for me," he ordered, and I didn't hesitate to pull my tank and bra down, my breasts popping free. "Fucking beautiful."

He leaned over and ran his tongue over my nipple. Did they taste like beer? I couldn't bring myself to care. At that point my moans almost sounded like sobs as he fucked me. I was almost there, my center wound tight and tingles prickling my toes. My hands were under his shirt, dragging them along his washboard abs. Such perfect fucking abs.

I could definitely tell he was enjoying himself by the way he kept muttering praises against my breasts and the way he caressed every line and curve of my body as if he was learning and taking to memory how my skin felt on his fingertips.

I was nearing the edge that I longed for, that I craved.

"I-I'm gonna come!" I cried, pulling him in by the neck.

His movements became harder, deeper, as his hips grinded against mine.

"Fuck! Oh fuck," he moaned.

At his pleasure, I came apart, my orgasm so intense I saw stars and screamed, my inner walls clenching for dear fucking life. His hips moved erratically as he followed my climax with a deep groan, stretching my orgasm with every twitch of his cock. He collapsed on top of me, and we both panted, trying to catch our breaths.

I didn't have very many happy memories. I could probably count on my fingers just how many I had. This moment, though, would be filed in with the rest.

That spelled trouble. It was my last thought before I passed out.