Thanks to my Beta, JC.
He pulled out, only to push straight back in.
Bellamy felt so fucken good.
Except he didn't move.
He was so still in my arms,
like he was afraid to let go of his purchase, afraid of leaving the warmth that I offered, and I found it sweet,
but I needed him to move, I needed him to fuck me, stop this teasing shit he was doing. I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
"You have to move Bellamy."
"I am, give me a sec," he said, and I helped him by moving my leg, setting my foot at the bottom of the bed, pushing back, and opening myself up for him.
"God," he mumbled something else, but I couldn't tell what it was.
"Come on Cadet Blake," I teased him, and he thrusted back into me, making me moan so loud, and I knew nothing else was on his mind. Not when he looked down at me in that hooded gaze, dark pupils staring down at my panting mouth, at the effect he had on me.
But then he started to pull out and push in harder and faster with each thrust, it was punishing, not nice at all, and I could care less.
This was better than the fantasy I created,
better than when I touched myself on this very same bed imagining him pistoning into me without mercy,
just like he was doing now.
Kelvin could have walked in, and I would not have given a fucken damn.
My sweating neck was licked by the man that demanded my whole attention, I had him finally inside me, my daydreams would be so much better now, and when Bellamy was grunting to his thrusts, pulling my hair back, making me scream until I came more than one time,
"Fuck," he had a choice words too,
but I couldn't hear past my own racing heart, pulsing pleasure in my ears,
I was on the highest cloud, and I swear I never wanted to come back down.