I?"
"Drew!" I cried.
"What colour are you?"
"Red, fuck it!"
Then finally, finally , he thrust forward as he pulled my hips back, and impaled me to the hilt.
Chapter 4
Too Much Tequila And Not Enough Sleep
I was alive. Feeling. Oh, fuck yeah, I was feeling . Drew was fucking me hard, holding my hips, pulling me back as he thrust forward again and again and again. He didn't let up, he was a man on a mission. My vision wavered, my head hung down as the sensations became too hard to hold up.
A smack on my bare butt cheek rang out in the deserted space we were in making me yelp - surely heard from the other side of the particle wall that separated us from all the people looking at Auckland from the Sky Tower's observation platform - then Drew demanded, voice husky and low, "Keep your eyes open!"
My eyelids flicked up and a glass floor beneath my hands greeted me. I whimpered, he fucked me harder. Sweat poured down my neck, into the collar of my blouse. His fingers were leaving bruises on my skin, his thighs slapping the back of my legs, his cock stretching me, filling me, making the world below us, behind the wall, around us, disappear.
I loved him for it.
I hated him for the addiction he fuelled in me.
I closed my eyes and in the next instant felt Drew's hand wrap around my throat, under my chin, bringing my face over my shoulder where his lips crushed into mine. He didn't alter his pace or the determined force with which he was taking me, but he drank my sounds of pleasure down, moaning into my mouth as though drinking a fine wine.
The change in angle made my body tighten, my legs tremble, and with a slow grind of his hips, such a sudden departure from the almost harsh-like rhythm of before, I shattered. Falling apart in his arms, making sounds he continued to stifle with his lips and tongue. When all that was left was a weak limbed body beneath him, he released my throat, shifted back to his knees, gripped my hips and let go.
I think Drew loses himself in me as much as I lose myself in him.
His pace picked up, his muted sounds of effort and pleasure increased, and his fingers flexed on my hips as his cock swelled, and with one final thrust deep inside, I felt him lose a part of himself as his release filled the condom up.
For a brief moment it made me wish he was filling me , that there were no more barriers between us. That it was just skin on skin. Drew and me. Like he made me feel, but we could never truly be.
Panting for breath he lay his head down on my back. My arms shook, my body shivered, and without warning I collapsed against the glass beneath us, making the air whoosh out of my lungs in a sudden and unexpected burst.
"Shit!" he exclaimed, louder than I was sure he intended. "Are you OK?" He pulled his body away from my back, giving me breathing space, but seemed unable to move further than that, and then toppled over to his side, down the length of my spent frame.
He started chuckling, which soon brought the giggles out in me.
Finally he whispered, hand stroking the damp curls off my face, "Thank fuck there's still some red in there."
Silence met that unguarded statement. I wasn't sure what to say. I stared into stunned and very sated grey, and watched as he held his breath waiting for me to reply.
"Yeah, well. You bring out the adventurer in me," was all I could lamely manage.
A slow breath of air was released through his lips. He blinked, and then moved to stand. I wasn't sure what had just happened, but something had. As if we'd crossed an unseen line, neither of us willing to admit it. I shook my head and slowly got to my feet, straightening my skirt while I was at it.
Drew was positioning himself behind his trousers, zipping them up and readjusting his shirt and tie. He didn't make eye contact, his jaw was locked hard.
This was good. It made it easier to do what I needed to do. I almost opened my mouth, then and there, to tell him it was over. I even licked my lips and sucked in a breath
Ken Brosky, Isabella Fontaine, Dagny Holt, Chris Smith, Lioudmila Perry