CHAPTER VI
It was 3 am when you heard the loud banging from your front door. It woke you out of bed. The knocking continued, becoming more persistent each rap. You tiredly looked out the peephole to see a mass of silver hair gleaming in the dull light of your floor's hallway. You only knew one person with that colour hair and now he had peaked your interest showing up at this hour. You unlocked the door and opened it.
There he was, leaned up against the doorframe, propped up on one arm. His hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, dressed in black jeans obscurely low on his hips, an off-white coloured dress shirt and black tie. He wore over top a black hooded jacket that had a large gold crest with a bullet in its center on the shoulder. He looked up at you, his eyes a little hazy but there was a light in them, some kind of sparkle behind the glossyness. He bore a steamy, smug grin.
Was he drunk?
"Gokudera!" you say with surprise. "What ar-"
Suddenly he's embracing you and his lips smashed on to yours. You took a step back and he kicked the front door shut. At this point there was no thinking involved, your body moved to its own accord because it knew exactly what it wanted and that was Gokudera. Your hands moved up to his hair, sliding the band out and grabbing fistfuls of the silver tresses. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes but you didn't care.
He moved his lips down your chin, your throat, your collar bone. He slid the strap of your night dress off your shoulder and placed hard but delectable kisses on your skin, sending tremors of pleasure down your spine. You found yourself peeling off his jacket and unbuttoning his dress shirt. You pulled his necktie off and threw it to the floor. Entangled in each other's arms, your movements had become fluid and full of fiery passion.
You felt your back up against a wall and Gokudera took this opportunity to press his body harder against yours, his hands running the course of your torso stopping occasionally to gently squeeze your supple breasts. He grabbed your arms and pinned them to the wall, placing a knee in between your thighs, brushing up against the cotton fabric of your panties. He angrily bit and tugged at your flesh, every so often pausing to run his tongue along your ear and neck down to the hard, erect nipples on your breasts. His hot, uneven breath continued to make every part of you tingle.
You could hear your own breaths becoming soft and shallow. He released your arms so that he could grip your waist and grind you into the bulge in his tight, black jeans. Your fingers traced his biceps, traced his lean abdominal muscles. Following his lead, you grabbed hold of his jutted out hip bones and pressed him harder against you feeling the heat from the friction against your inner thigh. You slowly trace along his abdomen, his jeans riding so low on his hips that you were aware of the neat trail of hair that led from his navel to what stood erect beneath the layers. You traced along the trail and stopped at the buckle of his belt.
It wasn't fair that he had more clothes on than you.
You pried open his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. His kisses became more aggressive, he started to nip at your neck and shoulder, moving down to your chest where he gently bit into your creamy skin on either side of your breasts, leaving tiny purple bruises. Without hesitation, you reached for his erection, caressing and stroking his shaft while your free hand was tangled in his hair.
He hooks his thumbs into the elastic of your panties and slowly drags them off, kneeling down to slide them off your feet where he licks a stripe from your knee to your inner thigh stopping to kiss you across your thighs, the small patch of pubic hair and up your abdomen, sliding his tongue up to swirl around your nipples and kissed you up to your mouth where he ran his tongue along your lips before kissing you again. His tongue on your skin made you twitch with pleasure. His hands moved down to your center where he began rubbing your wet and heated core. His touch made you writhe in ecstasy.
"Goku...dera," you breathed.
He brought his lips up to your ear and whispered, "Hayato." He nipped at your earlobe.
"Ora fusa per me, bella," he said seductively in his native language, the rich words rolling off his tongue.
You didn't understand but his harsh, throaty voice made the words sound so alluring. Your hips jerked under his nimble fingers. Soft moans escape your lips in short, heavy breaths that had Gokudera smirking in victory. Your body was begging for him, your legs were weak and trembling. Gokudera leaned down and kissed you, this time a little less aggressive, his tongue connecting with yours. He bit your lower lip and pulled your hair back so that your neck was taut and he continued to nip at your goosebumped flesh.
"Hay-Hayato," you moan in desperation, your body can't take much more of this teasing.
The sound of his given name being uttered by a frenzied you sends him into overdrive. He wrapps his arms around your naked back and hoists you up, sliding himself into you and easing you down on him. A cry erupted from your throat as his thick erection fills you, stretching out your virgin walls. It stung and burned a little as he pushed in deep. Nevertheless it was pleasurable pain.
His hips rock at a paced rhythm as he uses his strength to hold you up and then bring you closer to him, driving himself deeper into you. With each thrust it hurts a little less and let him guide you up and down on his shaft. You grip his sculpted biceps and you moan for more.
He takes you to the arm chair and sits in it, pulling you on top of him where you take control. He holds your hips tightly but lets you do the work as he plants kisses in between your breasts. He pushes up into you every time you seat him, pulling your hips down hard each time.
He lays you down on the carpet and kisses from your lips to your thighs and in between and he doesn't stop until you beg for it once more. He enters you again and you call let out a breathy "Fuck". You look up at him and he's watching you with his gorgeous green eyes, biting his lip to keep him from smiling. His look makes you turn your head to hide the blush in your cheeks.
Gokudera's POV
He watches your face. He likes the way you bite your lower lip through euphoric moans, he likes the shade red you turn when your eyes flutter open and you catch him gazing at you with a triumphant grin on his face.
He likes the way you call his name, the way you tug on his hair, the way he fills you and you two mold together like pieces of a puzzle.
He likes the way you hungrily grind your hips against him.
Your cries get louder and this excites him, he slows down but pushes harder while he aggressively tells you, "Urlare, urlare!"
It seems as if he's reached his limit and so have you, your body is shaking and shivering underneath him.
You lean into his chest and grip his flexing biceps, gently digging your fingernails into his skin. Gokudera pushes himself deep inside you, hitting a spot that makes your legs buck and your back arch. Your muscles tightenen around him, a tingling feeling jerks your body from your toes and up your spine.
"Venire per me," he breathes heavily in your ear.
You let go, crying out his name, an explosion of euphoria and adrenaline wash over you making your toes curl and your body shake. He lets out a soft and husky moan as he pulls you into him, his hair falling in damp, limp strands framing his structured jaw.
You feel him become soft inside you, the warmth trickling down your thighs. The two of you remained entwined in eachother's arms, greedily sucking in oxygen as if you had forgotten to do so for the last hour. He kissed your neck and shoulder, his damp locks brushing your skin giving you goosebumps. Your body still rocked with delectation. You could feel his heart thudding against his chest. The melody of his heartbeat and his soft, erratic breaths seemed to have a hypnotic effect on you, causing you to relax until you were asleep.
You awoke some hours later, covered up on your sofa, but he wasn't next to you. Your heart sank. You closed your eyes, reminiscing his lips, his touch, his smell; the memories sending a tingle down in your depths. You let out a shaky, exasperated breath knowing you'd feel this way until you saw him again but you knew that probably was never going to happen.
But it did.
It had been almost a month since he tore through you, sending your body into oblivion. He showed up at your door, roughly at the same time and manner, beckoning you to come to him. This time he was hungry, his kisses were rough, his nips at your skin were hard and sharp, leaving small crescent shaped bruises.
He tugs on your hair, wrapping it around his fist and tilting your head back, licking the exposed flesh and whispering lustful obscenities in Italian. He takes you from behind, bent over your kitchen table, his one hand pulling your hair and the other gripping your hip.
You succumbed to him, coming down from your euphoric high by listening to his rhythmic heartbeat. And just like before, he was gone before you woke. It went on like this for two more months and it was getting hard to focus on anything else.
You craved his touch like an addict craved a drug, you longed to feel his hands exploring every inch of your body, teasing you until you begged for it. His visits became more frequent, always around the same time and never sober. You felt like his dirty little secret but that was alright because for those few hours he was consumed in you and nothing else.
He had taken you on almost every surface in your home, in every position. His actions were never predictable but the end result was always the same. He never stayed the night. You'd attempt to stay awake after he would break your body into a trembling, hot mess but being with him felt safe even if you knew better and it was never long before the comfort of him put you to sleep.
The way Gokudera made you feel was becoming toxic. The constant want of him underneath you or on top of you, the mere presence of him was having an affect on your body. You found yourself missing school and work, not sleeping unless he was there - which was still only two or three nights out of the week.
You wanted him to speak to you while he was there, you wanted him to be sober for once, you wanted to wake up next to him. You never wanted to say anything about any of it for fear that it would stop. You knew these dangerous feelings that held your heart hostage meant you were falling in love with him. It was dangerous indeed, because you knew it was strictly one sided.