Rita
I can’t sleep. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. Scar’s room is across the hall from mine. I can picture him doing the same thing, in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs. I glance at the clock-it’s barely past eleven.
There’s a sound in the hall. A creak, a door opening. My heart races as I sit up on an elbow. The apartment’s usually so quiet, except I hear footsteps coming toward my room. I’m about to call out when there’s a soft knock.
“Rita?” Scar’s whisper. “Are you awake?” The knob turns, the door opens.
He’s standing there. White t-shirt, black boxer-briefs. Staring in at me with that look like he wants to hold me down and feast on me.
I sit up, hair spilling down my shoulders.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I say stupidly.
“Neither could I.” He takes a step forward but hesitates. “You know we shouldn’t.”
“I know,” I say quietly. “But we can anyway.”
“I want to so fucking bad it’s killing me.”
“I want it too.”
“Every night I lie in my room, thinking about you.” He comes closer. “About your lips. About your touch. About your taste. Every single night since I met you, Rita. I can’t stop this fucking need in me.”
“You have no idea how badly I’ve been wanting you to come in here, just like this.” My heart races, my breathing quickens.
“You’re not worried? You’re not afraid this is only going to make things harder?”
“I don’t care,” I admit. I thought about how sleeping with him might complicate our fake relationship and its inevitable end, but at this point, I’m way too worked up to give a damn.
“I should care for both of us.” He comes to the side of my bed. He slowly kneels down until we’re at eye level. “Tell me to go and I’ll go.”
“I don’t want you to.”
“Good. I don’t want to either.” He moves closer, gets into bed. I suck in a breath as he pins me down, taking my wrists, pushing them up above my head. “I want to take you the way I’ve been dreaming every night since we’ve been home. Hell, every night since I first met you.” His lips brush my neck, my ear, my shoulder. “You don’t have any clue what you do to me, Rita.”
“Show me.”
He kisses me, mouth rough on mine. His taste floods my tongue as I moan, grinding my hips against the stiffness between his legs. God, he’s so hard already, and I’m soaking wet. We’re both high-voltage wires, buzzing with electricity, ready to explode.
His hand slips down between my legs. He keeps my wrists pinned with his other massive palm. His lips kiss me, nibbling mine, tongue dancing in my mouth. His fingers slip down my cotton panties, already soaked through, teasing up and down my slit. I groan, rolling my hips against him, grinding harder into the pleasure.
He pulls back, sinks his fingers inside. I gasp, eyes wide as pleasure blooms. He pushes them in and back out, teasing my clit in circles, before biting my lower lip.
“Mine,” he whispers. “My wife.” He kisses my neck, biting and sucking. “My mark. My wife.” He pulls my shirt up and off, tossing it onto the floor, revealing my naked breasts, my hard nipples. He licks them, sucks hard. “Mine,” he says, fingers still teasing, still rolling, pleasure hitting and breaking over me like waves. “All mine,” he growls. “Beautiful fucking girl.”
I gasp, back arching as he bites a nipple, then the tip of each tit, like he’s trying to leave bruises. I groan when he moves lower, lower, takes off my panties, fingers still fucking me. He licks my inner thigh and bites again, hard, making me gasp in shock.
“Scar,” I moan, but he’s already burying my pussy with his mouth, lapping at me, using the flat of his tongue to rub against my clit. I grab his hair in revenge as he licks me faster, fingers sinking into my soft, slick pussy, and I can’t take it anymore. All my tension builds and builds until I explode on his mouth, grasping and grinding my hips against his fingers and tongue.
“That’s it, good girl,” he groans, sucking me hard through it. “That’s my good girl.”
I lie back, gasping for air, body flushed, sweat dribbling down my skin. He leans back, licking his fingers, and I move forward, yanking off his boxer briefs. His thick cock is steel in my hands as he leans on his elbows. I stare at him, at his length, shocked by his size. I knew he was big, but holy-
Then I see it. “Piercing,” I whisper.
He smirks, head tilted. “Do you like it?”
“It’s…” I trail off, not sure what to say. “Unexpected.”
I imagined a ring at the tip. Maybe a stud along the shaft.
Instead, it’s a ring, but it’s at the base.
“It’s called a rhino horn,” he says, shrugging. “Not the name I’d give it. But you’ll like the way it feels.”
“I’m, uh, extremely open to new experiences,” I say, stroking him slowly, body tingling with excitement. I’ve never seen or heard of a piercing like this before. I take him in my mouth, sucking him slow, tasting his salty precum before sliding him deep into my throat.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he purrs, hand in my hair, guiding me. I suck and lick his tip, glancing up to meet his eyes. Passion stares back, desire and need. “God, that feels good, you beautiful girl,” he whispers. “Look at you, sucking my cock. Greedy, drooling down my shift, licking me like you can’t help yourself.”
I moan, sucking him faster, but he pulls me off, eyes sharp. “Not yet,” he growls and shoves me back.
He spreads my legs wide. I stare into his eyes as I wrap them around his hips. His tip presses against my dripping entrance and he wiggles himself, getting just the tip inside.
“Please,” I moan as he licks my tits, sucking hard. “Fuck me, Scar. I want you inside of me. I need it.”
“Beg more,” he says, smirking as he kisses me.
“Please fuck me,” I pant, gasping for air. He’s so close, so freaking close, all I need is for him to sink himself deeper, so much deeper-
He thrusts and I gasp, back arching. Pleasure and pain rip into my brain. He pushes deeper, deeper, so deep he bottoms out-and that’s when I feel it. The piercing, right at the perfect spot, rubbing up against my clit. Strangely warm, the metal ribbed for texture. I gasp in shock before he pulls back.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. “I think I get why you have that piercing now.”
He smirks, kisses me. “It’s for you,” he whispers, thrusts deep, holds. His ring rubs on my clit as he grinds slowly and I’m shivering with ecstasy, the bliss of him inside of me working into the bliss of his piercing rubbing my clit. “I take it you like it?”
“I love it,” I moan, back arching as I roll my hips, rubbing up against him.
He fucks me again, thrust and out, thrust and out, hitting all my limits, the piercing rubbing my clit, his cock filling me to the brim. I’m panting, unable to form words, unable to form thoughts. He fucks me like I always dreamed, like I knew he would, and I take every inch of him, desperate for more. Desperate, greedy, dripping down his cock. Ring against my clit. My mind an absolute wreck of need.
He goes faster, faster, takes me deeper. I moan, kissing him, pulling his hair, digging my fingers into his back. We writhe together as he fucks me, our bodies moving in tandem, sweat dripping down our skin. Faster, his breath on my throat. Fuck, faster, I need him so badly it’s like I’m going to crumble to pieces if he doesn’t give me what I want.
“God, you feel like fucking heaven,” he says in my ear. “Fuck, Rita, you feel so good. So tight and warm. God, I want to fill you to the fucking brim.”
“Do it,” I pant, moaning. “Do it, fuck me, Scar. Fill me.”
“Rita,” he growls, barely restraining himself, fucking me harder, faster, grinding so his piercing rubs me, and when he pulls my hair, I know I’m done, I’m finished.
I come hard, bearing down on him. He buries his cock in me and we grind together. I explode in absolute bliss, body spasming, back arched, fingers digging into his back. He keeps going, stroking again, deeper. I come, turning into a puddle of pleasure, mindless, drool dribbling from my lips. “Fuck,” I gasp. “Oh my god.”
He roars, going harder, and finally spills himself between my legs. He comes hard, growling, shuddering, and we collapse in a heap together, sweating and spent. I hold him tight, feeling his breath on my skin. Feeling him still between my legs.
“I fucking love that piercing,” I whisper, still twitching with aftershocks.
“I had a feeling you would.”
“Stay here, okay? Let’s just stay right here for a while.” I don’t want to let go of this moment.
“As long as you want me,” he murmurs. “I’ll stay.”
I bite his shoulder gently, holding him tight, feeling more spent and satisfied than I’ve ever felt in my life.