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APOV
"You don't have to like me to fuck me." Oh, fuck.
The name Christian Grey had rung a bell, but I couldn't put my finger on where I'd heard it. No matter. The man standing before me, with his arms wrapped around my waist, was an enigma. I don't know what to make of him. If sex was a person, it would look like him. It would be him. I've never seen a more handsome man—with his enticing grey eyes, unruly mess of brown hair and a near perfect symmetrical face. If that wasn't enough, the man was built like a freaking god. Also, judging by the hard rod pressing into my belly, he certainly was blessed by the gods.
My core clenches. I want him. Now. The heat radiating from his body is smothering, specifically on my stomach region. The pulse in my veins beats with his. I turn my face down from his and kiss his chest where I know his heart is. I can feel it pumping wildly through his shirt. He gasps and grips my hair in his large hands, forcing my head back up.
He lips meet mine. I thrust my tongue in his mouth, needing to taste him again. All too soon, though, he pulls away. We are a panting mess. Desperate, I reach up for his head and bring him back to me. He tries to move away again after a few moments, but I hold onto his ears. He chuckles against my mouth and gives me a few more seconds before pulling back again.
In defiance, I bite his bottom lip. He stays put between my teeth. I open my eyes and see him already watching me with half open eyes. I look down to where his lip is caught. The ends of his mouth curl in an amused smile. I feel him untangle his fingers from my hair and then trail them down my back. He cups my ass in his hands. I suck on his lip and stifle my moan. However, when I feel a sharp pinch, I yelp—releasing him.
Christian's lip is a bright red and a little swollen. He licks his lips and squeezes my rear. "Come home with me," he commands.
"Are we back to that, Mr. Grey?" I tease, stroking the hair that curls at the nape of his neck.
After another scorching kiss, Christian echoes, "Come home with me. Stop your little games and let me take you home." I gulp. I see a fire in his eyes; he's turned on but also annoyed.
An abrupt and not-so surprising feeling of coyness overcomes me. I am not a virgin, haven't been since I was fifteen, but I'd only ever been with one man a certain way. I doubt Christian knows how to dominate dominate in the bedroom. Granted, the man oozes power and knows how to give a command. What were the chances Mr. Grey would be into hardcore kink with me?
What would Cason think about Mr. Grey and his dazzling gray eyes? I quickly halt my line of thinking. Cason's and mine's physical relationship ended months ago. I do not answer to him anymore. If I want to have sex with a guy who I'd only known for no more than twenty minutes, then that's my prerogative.
Throughout my inner monologue, Christian's gaze never wavers. Him patiently waiting—as patiently as a man with a hard-on can—solidified my decision. I may never see this man again, and I want to know how vanilla with him feels like.
"Okay." I whisper.
Christian exhales deeply and rewards me with a panty dropping smile. His hand envelopes mine, and he begins to lead me towards the entrance of the club. "Come."
"Whoa whoa whoa! Wait, Christian!" I tug on the hand in his grip until he lets go. He looks back at me confused. "I have to let my friend know I'm leaving." I explain.
His confusion morphs to relief to impatience. "Send her a text." He grabs my hand. "I can't wait any longer."
I quickly scan the club but no such luck. I lost Kate and her date the moment I went to release my bladder. Resigned, I dig my phone out of my cleavage and fire off a text message to her.
Ana: I made a new friend. Leaving now. Call you tomorrow.
When I don't get an immediate reply, I put my phone back. I look up at Christian and find him staring at my breasts hungrily. "My eyes are up here." I laugh as he looks up and back down.
"Is everything settled?" He asks, licking his lips.
"Yes." I reply huskily.
My eyes are closed as I'm lifted into Christian's arms. I vaguely hear the car door slam. I think that was the ding of an elevator, but I can't be sure. All I can hear is the sounds of Christian's and mine's panting, the smacking noises of our lips as we kiss. My arms are around Christian's neck, and my legs around his hips. His erection is pressed into my center. As a matter-of-fact, it's pushing into my center.
I gasp into Christian's mouth and break away from him. His mouth attacks my neck instead. As he licks and sucks at my skin, I open my eyes to find us at the back of an elevator. Are we at a hotel? No, wait. He said he lived in Escala on our way here from the club.
A moan escapes me when teeth graze my ear. "Oh, Christian."
"Anastasia," he simply breathes.
He kisses my jaw, and I claw at his shoulders. I plunge my tongue in his mouth as soon as his lips touch mine again. Christian's hands roam and grope my body. One hand pulls my dress up and a coolness hits my rear. Taken by surprise, I do nothing as his fingers inch inside my underwear from behind. Christian swallows my moans. I squirm a bit, but he tightens his arms around me. His fingers skim my ass low until, finally, they find my slit.
"Fuck, you're drenched," he gasps and shoves a finger inside me.
I cry out. Christian moves his digit in a slow rhythm. It's almost like he's exploring my core. "Christian," I moan. "Someone might come in."
"This is a private elevator, baby," he whispers in my ear. His finger stays lodged in my core. It stays there until I hear a ding followed by the elevator doors opening. Quickly, Christian spins us around and walks us into a foyer. All I can make out from the lighting of the elevator is an empty flowers vase on a stand as Christian carries me throughout the dark apartment.
He takes me into a bedroom that I presume to be his. He sets me on my feet but before I can scan my surroundings, he begins to paw at my dress in search for my zipper. When he does, he wastes no time yanking it down. I distantly hear something thunk on the floor.
The moment my breasts are free of my restraints, he bends down and sucks a nipple into his mouth. I whimper and hold his head to my chest. My, God. How can a tongue be so skillful? Christian switches nipples. Pleasure is coursing throughout my body and throbbing at the apex of my thighs. I can feel the dampness in my panties. He sucks for a few seconds more, then he places hot kisses on my neck.
I grab the lapels of his jacket and help him slide it off. After that, I impatiently tug at the open collar of his shirt. Buttons scatter at our feet and so does his shirt. My hands explore the fine skin covering his thick shoulders. I trail them down his muscular back to his fine ass and squeeze.
He jerks in surprise. I smile and grip him tighter. Our mouths crash together as Christian moves his hands to grab at my rear. He walks me backward with us groping each other. I can feel his grin as we kiss.
Soon, the high bed hits the back of my thighs and I'm being pushed back to sit. I push myself up further and only stop when I'm at the center of the mattress. In the dark, I make out Christian's silhouette. He appears to be unbuckling his trousers. Licking my lips, I lay flat on my back and watch him. I can't see much but the sound of shoes being kicked off and clothing hitting the floor is unmistakable.
To my satisfaction, Christian makes quick work of getting my heels off. A sharp breath leaves me when teeth graze the sole of one of my feet. My breathing gets heavier as an expert tongue licks up my thigh. The bed dips as he climbs on and shoves my legs apart. There, a warm breath hits my panty-covered core. Hands tear at the sides of my underwear and the fabric gives. The shredded item is flung somewhere unseen.
Christian's tongue finds my exposed center and dives right in. I claw at the comforter beneath me. I cry out and jerk my hips up. All too soon, though, he pulls back. I reach for him, but he simply holds my hands at my sides. My disappointment dissipates when he kisses my bellybutton and moves upward. He licks my nipples and continues the path to my mouth.
His body settles over mine. The weight of him presses me further into the bed. I spread my thighs wider and wrap my legs around his hips.
Suddenly, Christian pulls back. "Holy fuck! Please tell you're clean and on birth control."
My eyes widen. Holy fuck, indeed! "Yes and yes. Tell me you're clean?"
"I'm clean." Christian sighs.
He lets my hands go and rests himself on his elbows, hovering over me. Curious, I reach between our bodies and grab him. Damn! The man was hung! I pump him a few times, pleased with the shaky breaths escaping him. He was so soft and so thick and so hard. Was there any part of this man that wasn't perfect?
With unsteady hands, I position him at my opening. When Christian is in place, I clutch his shoulders. He kisses me once, and then thrusts into me hard. I moan loudly and tighten my hold on him. Right off the bat, Christian sets a fast and firm pace. It hurts a bit. I tighten my legs around him in the hopes that he'll slow down, but he doesn't.
Dear, God! The man is large. I can't explain the pleasure of having such an alpha male on top of me. It's better than—dare I say it—Cason. The dominance of this man is otherworldly. He demands my submission without uttering a word.
I close my eyes, just feeling his cock slide in and out of me. I'm in bliss. My hips start to move of their own accord, and the pleasure is tenfold than before. I plant my feet flat on the mattress and thrust upwards as hard against him as I'm able. I cling to him with one hand between his shoulder blades and the other wrapped beneath his arm.
In his ear, I pant, "Christian," repeatedly. By the way he picks up the pace, he likes when I use his name. "Christian! Oh, Christian!" He grunts loudly in response. Other than that, the only noises that fill my ears is the sound of our flesh smacking together.
When the rise of my climax approaches, I grab Christian's face and force an open-mouthed kiss on him. He doesn't pull away to my relief and simply thrusts his tongue to direct mine. Christian swallows my moans as I climb higher and higher. When I reach the edge, my body spasms, and I cry out his name into his mouth. I ride the waves of pleasures loudly.
I hope his neighbors can't hear me, I think as start to come down. I am fatigued. My limbs are heavy, and I'm spaced out. I'm not under for long, though. Twin pulses of pain and pleasure ripple from my wrung-out and sensitive core. I'm shocked—and delighted—to feel Christian still going.
Christian is panting and moaning loudly above me. I open my eyes to find he is now supporting himself with his hands on both sides of my head. Sweat dribbles from his body and lands on me. I'm exhausted but determined to come again. With him this time. With a moan and renewed energy, I move my hips to meet his. He gasps, and pulls away from me.
"Wha—" is all I manage when Christian unexpectedly flips me over. I gasp, then scream, as he enters me from behind. His legs straddle mine; his arm holds my torso down. I am helpless underneath him, and I love every second of it.
"Anastasia," Christian pants into my ear. "Fuck, baby." He moves my hair to one side and attacks my bare neck with his mouth. Keeping the same rhythm as before, he sucks at the skin beneath my ear. I clench the covers tightly and bask in the pleasure of him fucking me raw.
Quickly, the climb to my orgasm overcomes me. Christian is uncontrollably pounding into me, and it swiftly leads me to the peak. I shatter. From behind me, Christian releases a roar and joins me in climax. His hot semen fills me, and it sends me into another fit of tremors. When he's done releasing inside me, he collapses, pushing me further into the bed.
We come back to earth together after a few minutes. Christian pulls out of me. I ignore the warm tell-tale of him leaking from my body. Kisses are pressed to the heated skin on my back. I look back to him and those kisses press to my lips. I hmm in content. Christian gets off me and rolls to his side. Drained, I do the same, putting my back to his front.
The last two things I feel is Christian kissing my shoulder and wrapping me in his arms.