by Flite, Nora
How could my fragile existence stand up to his sharp appetite?
Taking my waist, he brushed his pelvis—himself—against me. The stiff resistance of his hard-on brought a whimper from my lips. It was magnetic, my knees becoming melting ice cream. Even through my pants, I felt the dampness on my inner thighs.
My ribs crushed on him, rubbing over every single fucking muscle he had... and he had a lot of them. What remained of my resistance was flying away. I was up against an enemy I'd never faced, not really. Here I was, falling apart at the hands of a man I'd glorified over the years. He was dancing with me, he wanted me.
I couldn't recall why I'd been rejecting him.
His lips came for mine. I beat him there, linking my arms around his thick neck to keep him in place. I tasted myself, the sweetness of rum. His flavor was stronger in the end. It left spots in my brain, implanting a gluttony for him.
Nothing would ever be the same between us.
When had I stopped caring?
****
The elevator dinged.
Drezden had pressed me on the mirror, holding my chin so he could take his time with my throat. I didn't remember getting into the hotel. There was just a vague fog made from purple lights, crisp air and the crunching of tires. A part of me knew we'd just climbed into a waiting car. The rest was all teeth and seeking tongues.
He kissed better than anyone could have—should have—been able to. The last time we'd been in this elevator had been this morning. Then, when he'd shoved me on the wall and tried to convince me to give him a chance... I'd almost done it.
Adrenaline, had that been my downfall? Performing in front of thousands, tipping over into a world where I could have whatever I wanted... that had to have been the reason.
I'm unbreakable. Nothing can ruin this. I'm a rockstar now. The world is coating my fingers, my tongue.
I wanted to swallow it down.
Shoving him off of me, I led him to my room. He stopped us and banged his keycard on the door next to mine. Then we were inside, the slamming sound announcing what was to come.
A ripple of fear surfaced at the sight of his bed.
Wait. What am I doing?
His hands pushed my hair off my neck from behind. My worries went with it. “Lola, god... I can't believe you're here.” He grazed the curve of my jaw with his teeth. Hard finger tips moved down my back, tugging the hem of my shirt up.
Swallowing didn't help me find a response. I tried again, but only a quick gasp escaped. He'd discovered my skin, exploring my spine. Drezden bumped my bra strap; without asking, he unclasped it.
It happened so fast, my shirt ripped over my head. The black lingerie whispered when it hit the floor. On reflex, I crossed my arms over my chest. Drez spun me, eyes eagerly raking over my pale flesh.
Nerves were erasing my confidence. I reached for the light; his body blocked me. “No,” he growled, scooping up my chin. I froze under the need in his stare. “I want to see you, all of you.”
It's too much. This is too much. I'd thought I'd gone back to the room of a man who just wished to be with me. I'd forgotten who he really was. Drezden Halifax had let slip some of the beast inside of himself. I'd glimpsed it before, but in closing his hotel door, I'd walked into his lair.
In private, he could be himself. He could let go.
I'd stumbled into a drowning whirlpool when I'd thought it was a fucking jacuzzi.
He kissed me violently, tugging my lower lip with his teeth. I felt myself falling, thought it was vertigo until I actually hit the bed. Drezden went down with me. He pounced, tangling fingers in my hair, raking my scalp.
He's going to destroy me. And yet, the more he touched me, the less I fucking cared. His warmth settled over me, a shadow cloaking his eyes. Leaning away, he flashed me a quick smirk. It stole more of my resistance.
Palms dragged down, scratching my ribs. I wriggled, openly whining as he explored me. Drezden was skirting around my breasts. I was initially thankful, terrified to let him touch me there when I was already losing my mind in less tender places.
Soon enough, the throbbing in my lower belly grew disappointed. The smirk he'd given me made sense. The bastard, he's teasing me. How can he have the strength to tease when he acts like he wants me so badly?
He looked down, green eyes contaminated. “Something wrong, Lola?”
My poor lower lip was getting chewed up. “Why are you—why go so slow?”
His index finger brushed down my middle, just between my breasts. “You want me to speed up?”
Such a fucking bold question. Narrowing my eyes, I tried to look fierce. A gentle caress from his hand near my hip changed that. “I just... no. Fine. Do what you want.”
There, a flash of that wicked creature. “I certainly will.”
The muscles in my legs squeezed, toes pointing in my boots. A hollowness was forming in my core. Drezden made me want things I couldn't say out loud.
Inch by inch, he twirled his fingers closer to my chest. I was breathing heavy, my cheeks pure fire as my breasts shook with my panting. It was impossible to hold anything back. With him sitting on me, knees on either sides of my thighs, I was trapped. I knew he felt every tiny twitch of my hips grinding.
I willed my body to calm down. I wasn't surprised it didn't listen. At this rate, my brain will just crumple like used paper.
Looking over him, the light behind his head made his features sharp as daggers. The indents along his bare shoulders hinted at his strength, his complete restraint in being patient with me. I languished to see more.
My arms lifted, abandoning the side of me that was still wary. Drezden flinched as I gripped his shirt, trying to raise it over his head. I thought he'd help me; his hands imprisoned my wrists. “No,” he said sternly. “It stays on.”
“That's not fair.” I want to see you, too. Trying again was futile, he just crushed my wrists until I squeaked.
Shoving my arms down onto the mattress, he pressed his nose to mine. The gold flecks I'd loved in his eyes now reminded me of jagged glass. “You want to see more of me? You're so sure?”
My voice was a mere croak. “Of course I'm sure.” I think I am, I think...
Considering me for a long minute, Drezden let my hands go. He straightened up, then stepped off the bed. I was paralyzed as he unbuckled his belt.
“I'll show you more.” The leather fell to the floor, my heart jumping. “If more of me is what you want, then I'll give it.” His meaning had a razor edge. He wasn't removing his shirt, he was unbuttoning his jeans. The sound of the zipper reverberated in my atoms.
In spite of my trepidation, I sat up on my elbows. I was transfixed on the vision of him, his thumbs guiding his pants downwards. Drezden kicked his shoes off; the jeans a fallen pile.
He was clad in tight, charcoal grey briefs. The material left little to my imagination. The shape of his cock was obvious as day, tenting out in a stomach tightening length.
When I finally lifted my eyes away from it, I found Drezden grinning. “I guess you did want to see, then.”
Blushing redder than ever, I looked at the ceiling. My escape was too brief; he climbed back over me. Expecting him to say something, to maybe kiss me, I cried out as he buried his hands onto my breasts.
His erection bumped my thigh, driving tremors to my wetting pussy. How the hell could I have prepared for this? I couldn't have. I don't think anyone could be ready for someone like Drezden.
His mouth secured mine. In the dizzying heat of his lips, I lost track of time. Fingers wrapped my hardening nipples, tugging them gently. Each pull woke more of me, prodded at my own animal.
Sliding down, the singer kissed my nipples, one at a time. Then he licked his fingers, the sight scalding my blood. Staring right at me, Drez teased one rose-bud. Simultaneously he suckled the other.
Colors bloomed in my mind. I was blind and deaf and made of nothing. When I came back, I honed in on the ball of slippery pleasure growing between my thighs. I wanted—
no, needed—Drezden to fuck me.
It wasn't something I could voice.
Rocking my hips, I whimpered pathetically. With my breast still in his warm mouth, he chuckled. The sound he made when he let go was obscenely liquid. “Your heart sounds like it's going to explode.”
Break. It's going to break. Opening my eyes, forgetting when I had shut them, I saw the glow in his face. He was barely controlling his lust. “You're fucking cruel,” I mumbled. Reaching between us, I unzipped my pants. His look of surprise was almost as good as when I'd grabbed his butt in the club.
He moved, helping me shimmy the jeans and boots off. We both saw how soaked through my blue panties were. Drez's chuckle was galling. He didn't mock me, though; he leaned down and god damn inhaled my scent as deeply as he could. His cheek, rough with stubble, scraped on my leg.
“Fuck,” he said against my dampness. “You smell so fucking good.”
I was mortified and turned on all at once. “Stop, come up here.” He was too close and not close enough to my most sensitive part. One look from him said he wasn't going to listen to me.
Tugging my panties down, he revealed my pink lower lips. Strands of my excitement went with the cloth, and we both knew how much I wanted him. Drezden reached down, adjusting himself in his boxers with a grunt. “I wanted to draw this out longer.”
My head was shaking side to side. Speaking was hard, each of his words was a breath of air on my eager pussy. Every time it twitched I lost the ability to use my tongue.
Luckily for us both, Drezden had full control of his.
The first lick made me gasp, the second made me squeal. I covered my mouth to stifle the rest, trying to roll away from him. He wouldn't have it, not him. Coiling his arms around my thighs, he spread me open and trapped me in place.
I was strong for my size, I wasn't some shrinking violet. But in that moment, I lost every fiber that said 'get away' each time he dipped his tongue onto my cunt. He ate my opposition through my first wild jerks. Drezden had me in his grips, and I was fading fast.
Greedily he buried his mouth between my thighs. Being a virgin was one thing, I still had a healthy appetite for masturbation. But this was nothing like that. His determination and skill drove me to submit.
Teasing my clit gently, he groaned with pure thirst. My fingers went down, guiding his head and feeling his soft hair. The pressure in me was electric; it frightened me. I couldn't bare to let myself orgasm, not on his face like this.
“Drezden,” I blurted, tugging at his hair. “You need to—ah! Stop, come on, come up!”
In argument, he nibbled just on the edge of my clit. My scream was wild, back arching on the bed. A ripple of tension stretched, an elastic that connected me from my scalp to my pussy. “W—wait, wait...!”
The singer for Headstones wasn't listening to me. In a funny moment of clarity, I didn't think he ever had. He'd forced me to show him my bitten tongue, insisted he treat my wounds, kissed me and touched me and chased me down all after I'd told him no...
And here I was. The result of all his pressing.
Letting him eat me out.
My elastic snapped, tingles shooting through and centering on my lower belly. I came hard, screaming and biting down on my wrist. The noise still reached my ears, another thing to imprint and associate with Drezden Halifax.
He was taking hold of me in every possible way.
Gasping, I didn't notice he moved until he tangled his tongue with mine. Cupping my cheeks, he kissed me until my heart came back down from the clouds. But he wasn't done, there was no stopping him.
Sliding his briefs down, he exposed his warm member. It bounced off of me, pressed on my belly. I caught a glimpse of it, the head purple with anger. He was making himself hold back so much. If what I'd experienced was a controlled Drezden, the unrestricted version could only spell doom.
“Lola,” he said, voice labored. I heard him reach for something on the edge of the bed. From his crumpled jeans, he slipped a foil packet; the condom rolled over his engorged prick.
Our foreheads touched, his shirt rubbing over my sensitive nipples. “God, Lola.” Then the tip of his cock brushed my wet entrance.
My lungs, my insides, everything became cement. This was it; the moment I'd been waiting for. Movies and books had warned me over and over, sex would hurt the first time. It also assured me that men always asked first. They were supposed to look you in the eye and make sure you were ready.
Drezden bit down on my shoulder, then began to spread me open.
There was a sense of being filled, one that continued on as he kept entering me. I didn't know how big he should have felt. What was normal? How could I know? My brain kept warning me that it was too much. He was stretching me, surely I would break in two.
On my temple, he groaned. He had my waist in a vice grip, keeping me still as he kept sliding in. It was eons, it had to be forever. I existed in eternity with the man who seemed keen to rip me apart.
With a long sigh, he sank to the root. My eyes snapped open, confused. Where was the pain? Shouldn't that have hurt? It wasn't a peaceful moment to wonder. Drezden was withdrawing, taking my sanity with him.
The ridge of his cock-head came to the edge of my pussy. In a deliberately slow thrust, he sank back in. The pattern started that way, calm and collected. Each pump of his hips drove Drezden further to the brink; I heard it in his breathing.
“God, you're tight,” he gasped. It was amazing I heard him at all. I was sinking in a sea of warmth and cotton. Everything he did felt astounding. Why the hell had I fought him off?
Waiting was a mistake.
I'd chided Drezden over finding time, but I was the hypocrite. Two days wasted, where I could have just kissed him from the onset and begun this fucking insane ride. He'd begged me to take the risk with him. I was a fool for being so scared.
He swelled inside of me, his length pulsing. Slamming into me faster, Drezden held me down like I would try to escape. Doesn't he know by now? I'm trapped with him. I'm stuck. He was everything I'd wanted, a creature made up from the songs he sang.
In the black, you walk with me...
Yes. I'd walked with him in my head for years. My comfort, my solace, a voice that rang with understanding. Someone who seemed to fucking understand what it meant to suffer and fight and be alone.
But I wasn't alone... not right then.
I'll walk in the god damn black with him, if he'll let me.
Our cries were melting together. In sync, we rocked our bodies and surged with mounting passion. I wanted him, wanted him so much, and nothing would take that away. I could have whatever I wanted... that was the dream, right?
I was a rockstar.
Nothing could stop me.
With a throttled snarl, Drezden buried his face in my neck and came. He was quaking in me, stirring me up while he filled the condom. A part of me felt denied, as if his seed belonged to me, not some rubber tube.
There wasn't true silence. Our breathing merged, raspy and wet. He laid on me fully, the flutter of his heart knocking on my ribs. For some time, we just stayed like that. I didn't know who moved first, only that we disengaged with mutual winces.
Sitting back, Drezden sat on the bed. He was quick to unroll the condom; expert.
I hated that. Even if I reaped the reward of his experience, it made me sour. He didn't ask me if it was my first time, either. That, too, made me feel unsettled.
My eyes ate him up, watched him toss the condom in the trash. He still wore his shirt. I feel a little... robbed. Why had he refused to take it off?
“Are you alright?” he asked, concern warming his emerald eyes.
Sitting up, I searched for my clothes. “I'm fine, just... stunned, I guess.” His soft laugh warmed my neck.
Moving close, he stopped me from getting changed. Pushing me back, he kissed me so long I saw spots. “Lola, you're—fuck. You were amazing.” The mattress springs squeaked when he settled next to me. I didn't struggle, happy to l
et him pull me against his body.
The strain of the long day was taking its toll. I heard Drezden yawn; his breathing transforming to the gentle waves of sleep soon after. I stayed there in his arms until I knew it was no good.
The dumb light needs to go off.
With care, I extracted myself. On bare feet I padded to the light... then stopped. Turning, I stared at Drez, counting the seconds. Had my movement woken him? The lift and fall of his shoulders said no.
He was curled on his side, back facing me where I stood. The idea that arose gave me chills. I shouldn't.
I was already tip-toeing to the side of the bed.
Crouching low, I was faced with his broad back. Under the cloth, his muscles flexed even in sleep. Trembling fingers inched through the air towards him. I had to stop, restarting twice before I felt calm enough to try.
Edging up his shirt, I listened to the blood slam in my skull. Slow, slow, go slow. Drezden had worked so hard to take the attention off of lifting his shirt. I was too curious not to take the chance and see why.
I didn't need to lift much to find the reason.
There, glossy and old on his lower back, I saw a scar as long as my hand. Releasing the shirt quickly, I covered my mouth. What is that, what's that from? It wasn't a small wound. Whatever had happened to Drezden had been painful.
There were knots in my calves when I turned the light off.
Sinking down beside him, I gazed into darkness. It didn't matter if my eyes were open or shut. Blackness became my world, cursing me with silence that grew paranoia like weeds. Why would he hide that? Absently, I traced the inside of my right arm. Did he think he couldn't trust me not to pry?
Guilt coiled, sharp. I would have asked. He might not have answered, but this... knowing about that scar, without him knowing I know, is far more torturous. Something, or someone, had hurt Drezden Halifax. Scars were an old friend of mine. I didn't blame him for wanting to avoid explaining.
Relating didn't soothe my worries.
Curling on my side, I buried my cheek in the pillow. His sounds, his smell, it filtered around. He was close to capturing every part of me, and yet, I still knew so little about him.