The illusion was so real.
The neighbourhood so tangible.
The happy cries of street kids so cherub-like.
Even the scents of potted flowers and home-cooked baking danced on the air.
When I didn’t move, trapped between knowledge of what this place was with the denial of the truth, he reached forward and held out this hand. “Come. Let’s get you inside.”
Just because I understood this world a little better, thanks to Sully explaining how his magic worked, didn’t mean I could force my brain not to buy into this seamless hallucination.
My hand rose to meet his.
Our fingers touched.
My knees buckled.
He dragged me inside and slammed the door.
The second the outside world vanished, I no longer cared about my surroundings. A generic lounge with two black couches, a TV, large picture windows to a pretty garden, and a white kitchen in the distance.
I didn’t care about any of it because the man shoved me against the door and pressed his body to mine.
I whimpered as he rocked his erection into my belly.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you.”
I wanted to ask how he thought we knew each other. Why he cared so much about his son’s girlfriend, but his lips crashed onto mine.
Instantly, the final army I had against the elixir’s invasion threw down their weapons and yielded. It felt as if my chest cracked open, revealing a too-fast heart, unzipping me from the inside. My need was exposed, dripping in bright red blood and crackling gold lust. I lusted right down to my bones. Desperation infected me from the top of my scalp to the bottom of my feet.
He could touch me anywhere, and I’d probably come.
“I want you so fucking much. I think I’ve always wanted you. How can I exist knowing that you exist? How can I survive if I don’t take you for my own?”
His lips bruised mine.
I moaned into his kiss, into his declarations, swept away by my body but held hostage by my mind.
Sully.
I only wanted to kiss Sully.
Not this man.
Not Scott.
Not anyone.
Just Sully.
His tongue swept over mine, and my thoughts crackled with bad reception, sending hissing snow, burying my misplaced loyalty with yet more uncontrollable elixir.
I didn’t know what I was most upset about.
That I would willingly kiss a stranger back. That I would clutch at his hair and rock my hips into his, or that I felt disloyal to Sully…not Scott.
That my heart cried because I wanted the monster who bought women to be the one kissing me, not my caring, travelling partner who shared my life goals and destinations.
What sort of minx did that make me?
What a goddamn harlot.
I hated myself.
I wanted to punish myself.
So I kissed him harder, throwing myself at the stranger’s mercy.
With a guttural groan, he ripped himself away, reeling backward as if I’d done the wrong thing submitting to him. “No…we can’t.”
I blinked. My lips burned from his. My breasts heaved with breath. With him gone, all the urgency and potency from my own desire returned tenfold, and my fingers fluttered to finish his task.
I curled my hands, doing my best not to pinch my nipples, or to rub my clit in pain.
“You’re off-limits. You’ve always been off-limits.” The man paced with his hands buried in his hair. “I can’t have you. It would kill me if I did…” He rubbed his mouth. “And it would kill him…my son.”
I struggled to follow, resorted to a writhing, wanting mess. “Why…why am I off-limits?” My voice was unrecognisable—thick and throaty, lusty and seductive.
“Because you’re his!” He spun to face me, his hands falling helplessly to his sides. “Because you’re dating my son.”
“Oh.” I blinked again, everything hazy with the need to be taken and used. “Is…is he here?” Had I messed up this daydream? Was I supposed to sleep with this man’s son instead? How was I supposed to know what my service was to be if Sully never told me who to pleasure?
I didn’t want to pleasure anyone else.
I wanted someone to pleasure me.
That was the whole purpose of elixir—to take away my morals and leave me a gasping, begging beast.
Well, I was one.
I’d reached the end of my limit.
I had nowhere else to go, nowhere else to fall.
I needed to come.
Now.
Immediately.
Please!!!
Claustrophobia wrapped me with tight thorny claws, and I reached for the tie around my throat. Tugging it off, I threw it to the floor, then worked feverishly on my shirt buttons.
“Wha-what are you doing?” The man stopped and stared. His gaze turned to blazing blue gems. “Please…stop.”
God, what was with this messed-up illusion?
Stop?
I couldn’t stop!
That was the problem!
Sully had turned me into a monster who needed, positively needed to be fucked. I didn’t care how or who by…only that someone did.
Stepping toward him, I worked on my skirt. The button popped off my hip, followed by a zipper. I shivered as I stepped out of the grey material, leaving it pooled on the floor.
I kicked off my heels.
He jerked, his gaze locking onto my legs. My bare legs. The only thing I wore were my white high socks, white shirt, and whatever underwear this fucked-up fantasy had given me.
His voice broke. “Do…do you need me as much as I need you?”
I nodded, biting my lip.
A tear trickled down my cheek at how wrong and delicious this was. How drunk I was, knowing I was breaking him. How distraught I was, knowing I broke myself.
He groaned, biting his fist. His mouth opened then closed. Then black determination covered his face. “Then show me.”
It was as if someone else had taken control of my body. Just like in the cave, my soul had sunk deep, deep inside me until only basic, raw desires remained. Words were so hard. Comprehension even harder.
All I wanted, all I lived for was sex.
And he wanted me to show him how much I craved it?
Fine.
Trading the shirt buttons for my underwear, I yanked them down my legs, letting them puddle and reveal a glistening wet patch in the crotch. I moaned as cool air licked my throbbing flesh.
Another almost-orgasm grated my teeth together. My hand drifted between my legs.
“Stop.” His command was vicious and sudden. “Come here.”
I tripped and almost crawled to him, rubbery legged and in pain, pain, pain. He gathered me close as I fell into his arms.
He felt so good.
So strong.
So tall.
So male.
I pressed my face into his black t-shirt, inhaling him.
The delicious scent of man’s aftershave and books. A papery heavy smell that brought more tears to my eyes because it smelt so comforting. Comforting but sexual. Sex was my entire reason to exist.
“I can’t look at you.” He kissed the top of my head, his entire body vibrating. “I won’t be able to stop if I look.”
I cried out as a full-body attack made me buckle. I was losing myself. Losing everything. “Please…” I clutched his shirt. “Please.”
“You’re begging me now? You’re meant to be here for my son.”
I licked my lips, our mouths so close. “Please.”
His eyes snapped shut and he cupped my cheek. “You’re fucking killing me.”
You’ve already killed me.
His refusal was the sharpest knife, stabbing through each rib, puncturing my lungs until I couldn’t breathe, slashing at my chemically conquered desire.
“I need. I need—”
I arched in his hold as another crippling pain ripped through me. A release destined to b
utcher me unless I let it have me. Unless this man let me come before I splintered and pulverised.
“Okay…” he murmured. “I can’t look but…show me in other ways.” His hand trailed from my cheek and over my breast. “Let me feel you.”
I nodded frantically, unable to stand straight as his hand continued its downward journey and dipped beneath my skirt.
His fingers slid along my fevered thigh, creeping higher and higher until another gush of wetness sprang to welcome him.
When he finally touched me?
I screamed.
I had no embarrassment. I gave in to the violent, vice-like explosion.
“Ah, fuck.” His gentle touch became a swift impale. “Fuck!” Three fingers in one. A shaft of pleasure, piercing me and sending me skyward.
My core sucked greedily at his fingers. I bowed in his arms as he jerked me close and drove into me again and again. He let me ride him, grunting and groaning in time with my own rabid cries.
The orgasm lasted for too many bleeding heartbeats. By the time the last wringing wave left me trembling and useless, I begged to sleep. To close my eyes on this nightmare and wake up in my villa.
But…it wasn’t enough.
It was never enough.
I needed another one.
And another.
More.
More.
More.
The man removed his fingers, holding his hand up as if shocked at the coating of my desire. Thick threads of lust decorated him. Shame tried to make me pull away. Exhaustion and need won over.
I hung helpless in his embrace as he gawked at my wetness.
The blatant symbolism of how much I needed to be fucked made his knees quake. He tripped with me in his arms to the couch, and we tumbled onto the black leather. His body bounced on mine, our hips aligned, and I grunted as his hard cock wedged against my oversensitivity. “Do you know how much I’ve wanted you? How I’ve dreamed of you? How many times I’ve fucked my hand thinking of you?”
I moaned as he arched his hips, driving into me.
Finally.
Yes!
But then, he was gone.
Standing over me while I stayed strewn on the couch, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with shaking hands. “I’ll show you what you do to me. How much I long to stick this so fucking far inside you.” Fumbling at his clothing, he pushed his jeans and boxer-briefs to his thighs, fisting a huge erection.
The head bled pre-cum, the veins on the sides looked angry enough to pop. He choked it as if he wished he could cut it off and remove the sinning desire in his heart. I understood that. I’d give anything to be free of my lust.
But…we could be free together.
Scrambling onto my knees on his couch, I couldn’t tear my eyes off his cock.
“That’s all for you. I’ve never gotten this hard for anyone. Never needed to be inside someone so much.”
Without a word, I spun around and grabbed the headrest of the couch. I arched my back, giving him full permission. My white socks slicked on the leather, and my shirt rose up. I put on a display, hoping to God he’d finish us. That he’d put us both out of this crippling agony.
“Christ, I can’t do this. I can’t fuck you because I’m already in love with you. And if I have you…how can I give you back to him…my son?”
“I don’t care.” I growled. “Just…please.” I rolled my hips, in the perfect position for him to mount. “Fuck me.”
He made a noise of tangled torment and furious fury. His body heat blazed me from behind.
For an endless second, he refused me.
He refused a dripping girl who gagged for it.
But then…he refused no more.
His fingers dug into my hips, jerking me back. One hand soared up to clutch my nape, grabbing my braid and shoving my face against the couch while his other fisted himself and teased my entrance with his cock.
I bit the leather, rocking and wriggling, fighting his predator’s hold.
His hips shot forward.
His grunt of victory dripped down my back as he took me.
We went from two separate entities to one. Joined by sex. Bound by the need to mate. His cock spread and filled every cavern of me.
Thick and long. Throbbing and taking.
Nothing had ever felt so good, so filling, so right.
He didn’t wait for my body to accept him before withdrawing and slamming back in. My breasts jiggled beneath my shirt as he thrust over and over again. The couch squeaked on the hardwood floor as he ravished me, plundered me, crawled deep, deep inside me and made me his.
My cries were fed directly into his furniture as I arched as much as I could, begging him to take everything.
And he did.
He groaned and grinded, drowning me beneath his passion.
He hurt me.
He didn’t hurt me enough.
He drove me high, high, high and at the very top of the most blistering orgasm, he granted me wings and flew with me.
Spiralling, thrusting, riding each other on the climax vortex, our cries blending into one as our bodies drained each other of pleasure.
We gave each other what we needed.
We came over and over.
We chased our joy until our pleasure turned into pain and we had nothing else to give.
He collapsed onto his knees, dragging me off the couch to fall on his chest.
His cock stayed inside me, twitching and hungry.
I didn’t care I lay spread and lewd on top of him.
And there we stayed, catching our breath, covered in sweat, waiting for the next indecent wave.
The next thirst.
The next monstrous urge to fuck.
* * * * *
It felt like mere heartbeats passed and he was ready again, thickening inside me with new desire.
Withdrawing, he rolled me onto my back and kicked the coffee table away, pressing me onto the grey carpet at the foot of his couch. Sliding over my body, our skin brushed, my nipples pebbled, and his blue eyes glowed so similar to Sully’s intensity.
My stomach clenched with pain, wanting this illusion to stop, wishing it was Sully who looked at me the way this man did—full of awe and incredulous gratefulness that he got to touch me.
It felt nice to be wanted so desperately.
Nice to see the brokenness inside him, knowing I alone had the power to cure him.
His hand cupped my cheek gently.
I flinched at the power hissing between us, a bond that was fake compared to the truth between Sully and me—the truth he tried so damn hard to deny.
I needed, needed, needed.
Angling his hips, the man settled between my legs, spreading me, groaning as his hardness slipped into my wetness.
“Oh…” I moaned, confused and teased by his controlled possession.
My body screeched for a hostile takeover. To be abused and used, to be wrung dry and pleasured. But…having him so deep and still inside me was a new type of delicious torture.
I hadn’t expected slow or sweet. No fierce impale, no anger or argument. Just a glide of his body into mine, an invasion of his soul knocking on the door of my own.
My core squeezed around him, begging him to rock. The size of him stretched me until all my focus locked where we joined.
I’m so close…
I wanted to come again, to use his body in my quest of never-ending bliss.
“You know…” He bent and brushed his lips against mine, dark disbelief in his tone. “I’m helplessly in love with you.”
I jerked at the sincerity he kissed me with, the absolute joy and miserable horror that followed as an aftertaste.
“I’m not supposed to be in love with you,” he growled. “It should never have fucking happened.”
I kissed him back, my pussy clenching around his cock again, hungering for something other than sweet. As much as love notes and heart confessions ought to woo a girl…I didn’t need wooing.
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nbsp; I needed fucking…now.
“What about your son?” I murmured, arching my back and rocking my hips into his.
He groaned, grinding with me, changing my rhythm into an erotic beat. “What about him?”
I frowned as the man drove upward, thrusting deep, signalling whatever softness existed was now over. “You can’t do that to him. I’m his.”
“As far as I’m concerned, I have no fucking son.” His jaw clenched as need sizzled hotter between us. He smiled viciously as he claimed me. “You belong to me now, and I’m not the sharing type.”
He thrust harder, quicker, digging my spine into the carpet, adding fuel to the elixir in my blood. My body hummed with pleasure, making me dance on the precipice of another release.
“You’re mine.” He continued rutting into me, deeper, faster. His hair flopped over his forehead as he planted his hands into the carpet and fed every inch of his cock into me. “And fuck if that’s not going to be the crux of so many problems.”
He said things I wanted to hear…but his voice wasn’t right. His face wasn’t the one I wanted to see. He meant nothing to me other than someone to scratch my sexual itch.
So…I closed my eyes and pretended.
I permitted every atom to spindle and spiral in my core for someone else.
Sully.
“Yes. God, yes.”
“Fuck, I want you.” His nose nuzzled my throat as I let go. “Come for me. That’s it. Come.”
I obeyed.
Wave after wave, rapture and paradise and nirvana and every other word that Sully had copyrighted—owning them with his euphoric fantasies, owning me as I served within his command—raced through my mind as I milked him.
Sully!
I swallowed his name but I came for him.
I came as another man fucked me.
The guest followed me into bliss, growling his release as he jerked deep inside me.
The second he finished climaxing, he withdrew, splashing a milky droplet of combined moisture on the carpet and flipped me onto my knees. I barely got my balance on all fours before he was inside me again, yanking me back as he thrust forward, feeding me every inch of him, still throbbing from his orgasm.
“Come again.” His body bowed over mine, his hand going between my legs and finding my swollen clit. “Come while I’m balls deep inside you.”
Dirty words, hot erection, and illegal elixir all ensured I did exactly what he asked.
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