Fatal Flaws

chapter 23

"Your turn," he teases, motioning towards mine. I bite my lip, glancing down at my grey joggers.

"Okay, no problem," I smirk, hovering above him long enough to slide them over my ass. Without giving him a chance to help, I pull one leg out, followed by the other. Then tossing them over my shoulder, not even caring where they landed.

"There, you happy now?" I ask, sitting back down on him. The thin amount of material between us intensifies my urges. I'm becoming more worked up, stroking him through his boxers. It excites me to watch his bulge growing from my touch. I'm in control and can do whatever I want.

My fingers play along the top of his boxers. His body stiffens in response to me sliding my hand into them. He lets out a low moan of satisfaction as I take hold of him, stroking and squeezing gently. His eyes close.

I'm surprised he's way bigger than I'd anticipated. Keeping his eyes closed allows me to take full advantage of the situation. Bending down, I open my mouth, taking his cock in. I try to fit as much into my mouth as possible, sucking harder and faster. I want to savor every inch of him. He tastes as good as I'd imagined. I remember the first day I saw him standing in my dorm room. I knew right then.

He surprises me, taking hold of my arms, and pulling me down to him. I give in to his lips against mine. Kissing him is addicting. I can't get enough of how his lips feel, so soft and plump. Every single move my hips make, he's matches. The large bulge in his pants rubs against my clit. The warmth of my juices soaks through the sheer silky material of my panties.

"You sure you want to do this" he pants, breaking our kiss. His breathing is heavy and labored. I can tell he's worked up, and sexually aggravated. I'm getting to him.

"Shhh don't talk. Just live in the moment," I whisper, pressing my finger to his lips.

Then shifting my body slightly to slide free from my panties. The only obstacle standing between us is his boxers.

"Come on, don't chicken out on me now. It's your turn," I tease, playfully tugging on the leg of his boxers. Sitting back, I allow him the opportunity to remove them. He pauses, contemplating his next move. I smile as he tugs at them, pulling them down. Now there's nothing in the way. We're skin-to-skin.

"You ready? I need this Hayden Please," I beg, straddling him. I stare down, my eyes pleading, practically begging for him to take me. Not caring how pathetic I am, or look.

I'm desperate. My body yearns for him to be inside of me. I lift my hips, helping to guide him. Placing his hands on my hips, he shifts beneath me, allowing him easier access.

The pain when he thrusts into me for the first time sends chills up my spine. I have to stifle a loud moan trying to escape. Rolling my hips several times helps to guide him fully in. I can barely contain myself, as he stuffs me entirely. His cock fits perfectly. I moan, my pussy walls snug firmly against his manhood. He uses his muscular arms to pin me closer when I attempt to pull back. It's like he can read my mind, mirroring every move I make. Were one. I'm lost in an extreme feeling of ecstasy. This is exactly what I needed. I'm high right now. My pain disappears as I ride him harder and faster. My body raises, then slams back down onto him. His hands remain planted in place on my hips, guiding me. My sexual urges intensify as he squeezes me, digging his nails into my skin. A tiny trickle of blood escapes from a small puncture wound. The pain of the cut intensifies my pleasure.

"Take me. I'm yours," I whisper into his ear, before softly nibbling at his earlobe, taking it into my mouth, sucking on it. Both of us are a hot mess. Drenched in each other's sweat. Our body fluids mix into a little pool where our bodies collide. He kisses me once more, using this as an advantage to flip me over, pinning me beneath him.

"Now who's in control?" he teases, kissing my forehead down to my cheek. Once again, landing a sloppy kiss on my lips. He pumps in and out of me a few times while maintaining our passionate kiss. Without warning, he pulls out of me, making me feel empty. Grabbing me by my shoulders, he flips me again. Now I'm face down on the bed.

"You told me you're mine. So that means I can do whatever I want, right?" He asks, kissing the back of my neck. I feel him still hard, rubbing against me from behind. His sweat drops onto my bare back.

"Yes," I mumbled, struggling to speak before another round of moans hit me. My body tenses from his mouth connecting with my skin, kissing and nibbling down my back. Taking his hand, he grabs my hair, wrapping it into his fist, and using it to pull me backward towards him.

With his free hand, he massages my tits. Easy at first, then forcefully applying more pressure. His fingers teasingly play around my nipples before pinching them. At the same time,  he continues to suck on my neck.

I pull away, arching my back, giving him access to reenter. Reading the hint, he places his finger inside of me. While thrusting in and out, he slides another one in. The sound of my juices sloshing around is satisfying. I'm speechless when he drops down face-first. Between his fingers and tongue flicking against my clit, I'm more aroused than ever.

I manage to utter, "Oh my God," as he skillfully uses his tongue to pleasure both my clit and penetrate me. My legs are shaking. Fist clenching the sheets, bawling them up. A scream erupts from my lips while he sucks my juices. Then it stops.

Before I catch my breath, he slams back into me. Somehow deeper than before. I feel every inch of him slamming in and out of me. His body pounds against me. He yanks harder on my hair, entangling it in his fist. The sharp piercing pain I'm enduring from him slapping me across the ass is driving me insane. He thrusts deeper and harder. I can't explain it,  it's like he's going to burst out of me into my stomach.

I don't know how much longer I can last. The pressure is building. I know it's almost time. My stomach clenches and I sense it's coming. We both release at the same time. A puddle of our juices pools out onto the bed beneath us. He collapses onto my back. We're both a hot, sticky, sweaty disaster. After a few minutes of heavy breathing, he rolls off of me, grabbing his dirty shirt so we can wipe off.

"I feel like I need a shower, but I don't want to get up," I laugh, tossing his used shirt onto the floor.

"Yeah, I know the feeling," he mumbles, exhausted. Even after all that, he still looks perfect lying on the bed, his body soaked in perspiration.

Deciding against getting up, I snuggle next to him. Using little effort to pull the comforter over our exposed bodies. Being here lying with him skin to skin, I'm momentarily relaxed. A small weight has lifted off of me. Only one, though. I still have a whole pile to lose.

He reaches over, switching the light off, throwing us into complete darkness. Seconds later, Hayden's snores break the silence. Not wanting to wake him, I place a single kiss on his lips.

"Thank you," I whisper before my eyes flutter closed, my mind shutting down. For once, I'm not scared to sleep. All my nightmares are paused, pushed towards the back of my mind. They're temporarily forgotten, at least for the moment. Tomorrow is going to be interesting. But for now, it's perfect. If only we could stay in this moment forever.