Author's Note:
This chapter is just straight up smut. If it's not your cup of tea, you may want to skip it.
It seems to take us forever to get to my apartment, but that's where Tobias drags me. I crash into him at his sudden stop outside my door, but before I can apologize, he grabs me by the waist and walks me backwards into the wall.
I'm shoved against the rough stone and he's on me. It certainly didn't feel like he had been holding out on the dance floor, but now I know he was. He presses his lips against mine desperately. His hands are everywhere; running up my sides from my waist, brushing the edges of my breasts, before running over my shoulders and sliding behind me. One hand grips the back of my head, tangling in my hair, while the other skims down my back and settles in the middle of my lower back, his large hand spread wide and pushing our bodies together.
I bite his lower lip roughly, urging his mouth open. He groans as he complies with my wishes and wraps his tongue around mine. I suck his tongue into my mouth. Both of his hands drop to my ass, and the slightest pressure has me jumping up and wrapping my legs around him.
His hands guide my movements, grinding me against him and the intense need that overtakes me is something I've never felt before. I drop one hand to the wall beside me, reaching desperately for the doorknob. I scream a silent cheer in my head as I find it. The angle is awkward, and I struggle to find the leverage to turn it. Hearing my struggle, I feel Tobias's hand leave me for a moment before sliding under my hand to turn the doorknob.
He steps away from the wall, his hands gripping my ass firmly against him, carrying me with him. His lips never leave mine as he slides into my apartment, kicking the door closed behind him. I barely hear the slam as I'm almost simultaneously pinned against it.
I feel his hands at the back of my neck, fumbling before letting out a frustrated groan, pulling away from my mouth and attacking my neck.
"This is killing me," he moans against my bare skin. "How… How did you even get this on?"
His hands move, sliding under the hem of my dress. Fire trails behind his fingers as he teases them higher up my thighs. An embarrassing whine escapes my throat as I arch closer to him, my body seeking his hands.
I slide my hands down his back, searching for something but enjoying the journey all the same. I feel an object in his side pocket and reach in slowly, pulling the switchblade out.
"Not easily," I gasp in reply to his question. "Don't care. Here."
He looks surprised as I hand him the blade, but desire quickly took over as he flipped the knife open and slid it carefully behind my neck, effortlessly slicing the strap holding it up. I don't know what happened to the knife after that, but I find myself not caring as the halter strap of my dress falls forward off my shoulders.
He pulls away to look at me, grabbing the straps and dragging them down my body. I caught the brief surprise in his eyes as he realized there was no bra underneath, but honestly, in this dress, that would have been impractical.
His hands went immediately to my chest, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples, creating sensations I can't describe. Suddenly desperate to feel him, my fingers grasp the hem of his shirt, pulling up. Sensing my desire, he pulls slightly away, reaching his hand to grip his shirt and drag it up over his head. Immediately, his body was back on mine, both of us shuddering at the contact. I move my hands up and down his back, delighted in the way his muscles contract under my touch.
I tilt my head up, lightly scraping my teeth at the side of his neck, causing him to thrust roughly against me and let out an almost pained sounding groan. Wanting to hear it again, I close my teeth over the spot.
"Fuck!" The expletive leaves him in a gasp. His hand moves to the inside of my thigh, teasingly close to where I desperately need it. I wiggle my hips against his hand, seeking some form of relief. His fingers finally reach the apex of my thighs, and I think my vision almost blacks out as I feel him drag his finger hesitantly against the scrap of fabric covering me.
Suddenly, I feel the hesitation. He doesn't pull his hand back, but it freezes. I lift my head, releasing his neck to catch his eyes. The absolute want in his expression takes my breath away, but I see the caution too. The fear.
"We… We should…. Stop. We should stop," he pants out. The slow but still almost frantic movement of his hips against me tells a different story. "Tris… Fuck!" I slide my hand between us, gripping his hand and guiding it where I need it. "God, Tris, you're drenched."
His head falls against the wall beside mine. For several minutes, nothing is heard but my own panting as his fingers move, under my control, back and forth across my soaked panties. Finally feeling brave, his fingers slip them to the side and I almost scream as he hesitantly slides a finger inside me.
He keeps a tortuously slow pace that has me squirming. I hear sounds coming out of my mouth, but they're not words. I don't know what they are. I'm still afraid he's going to stop; he's going to talk himself out of this even though we both clearly want it.
Satisfied for the moment, at least, that his hand will continue of its own accord, I slide my hand to the front of his jeans, gripping the hardness pushed up against me. I feel him shake, his knees giving out slightly, before he gathers himself back up and leans more heavily against me for support. Testing the waters, I slide the zipper down and unsnap the button. When he doesn't stop me, I push forward, sliding my hand inside his tight boxer briefs, and grip his cock in my hand.
Spurred on by my actions, I feel a second finger join his first as his movements speed up. I'm all but riding his fingers, and if there had been just a little less alcohol consumption tonight, I may be mortified. Fortunately, all I can feel is desire for something I don't even know. But the faster I move against him, the slower his hand seems to move.
I tighten my grip on his cock, resulting in harsh gasp escaping his lips as I move my hand up and down the slick skin. "Four," I pant, trying to remember what I want to say. "More. Fuck, I need more."
He slides a third finger in without warning and it's a tightness I've never experienced before. He pulls his fingers almost all the way out before slamming them back in, his thumb going to my clit and pressing roughly on it.
I don't know what I'm chasing, but I feel it building inside me as his hand slaps roughly against me with each thrust. I latch my mouth back onto his shoulder, trying to muffle the whines escaping my mouth, but his other hand grabs me by my hair, pulling me away from his neck so he can slam his lips against mine.
Our teeth clash together; the kiss is sloppy and desperate. My hips are stuttering against him; I'm barely able to keep up. Another moan escapes me, almost begging him for more.
He drags me back by my hair, his eyes drilling into mine as his fingers keep their punishing pace.
"What's my name?" he growls, staring at me. I blink at him, confused. My mind is too muddled to understand what he's asking. He repeats the question again, this time pulling his hand back and punctuating it with a sharp, almost painful thrust back into me.
"Four," I gasp out, not able to stop. But his expression darkens, and he does it again.
"No," he says, his hand tugging my head to the side for the right angle for him to place a sharp bite at my neck. "What's my name, Tris?" He pulls back up to hold my gaze, his hand moving in that same delicious pace that has me keening each time his fingers slam back into me.
"T-Tobias," I gasp out, finally understanding what he wants. Like a switch has been flipped, he presses down hard on my clit, the pace of his fingers increasing. Suddenly, I feel his fingers curl up inside of me and I see stars.
"That!" I gasp out. "Again! Please. Right there." I grind down onto his hand, desperately seeking that feeling again. Everything inside me seems to tighten and I feel like I'm going to explode. His hand keeps its rhythm, but he leans his head away from me, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he ducks his head lower.
His lips secure themselves around my nipple, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I feel his teeth scrape over my sensitive flesh, and I think I explode. I don't recognize the sounds I'm making. I think maybe I black out for a moment, but when I come to, his fingers are moving in slow, soothing thrusts, almost gentle, but leaving lightning shocks with each glide. I feel his lips brush against my ear. He's saying something, but I can't make out the words.
As I come back to myself, I realize my hands are clutching to his back desperately, my nails digging into his skin. His hand is still rubbing me tenderly, every touch bringing that same heat back, his jeans and boxer briefs are shoved down his on his hips with his dick hard against his stomach – Did I do that? – and thrusting against me.
I reach my hand back down, gripping him and he groans desperately, thrusting into my hand. He withdraws his hand from me to grip my hips with both of his hands, steps away from the wall, taking a few long strides until he lowers himself to sit, pulling me down on top of him.
His hands shove my dress up, leaving my bottom half completely exposed. His hands on my hips pull me closer to him, and I feel my eyes fall shut as his dick slides back and forth against my slit, the moisture allowing him to glide easily.
I grip his shoulders and push myself up slightly, trying to find a better alignment. It's useless though. I have no idea what I'm doing. Finally, I feel him grasp himself in his hand and line up with my opening, but then he freezes. I try to push down, but his firm grip on my hip stops me. I open my eyes and they lock onto his.
"You don't have to," he murmurs. "Don't feel like you have to."
I move my hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He turned his face slightly, nuzzling into my palm.
"I don't think I've ever wanted anything more," I tell him honestly, my voice hoarse. "It's okay. I want this."
His eyes continue to hold mine, looking for any kind of fear or hesitation, but he finds none. His grip loosens on my hip, and I feel myself slide down against him. I tense slightly as I feel the tip slide into me. He stops immediately, moving to withdraw, but I grip his shoulders firmly and snap my hips down. I feel a slight pain as something tears inside me.
"Shit!" he yells out, his head falling backwards on the couch. We're both frozen. After a few deep breaths, he lifts his head up and looks at me with hooded eyes. "Okay?"
"Just…" I'm panting. "Just… give me… a minute."
He glides his hands gently up and down my back in comforting motions. As my body relaxes the pain dulls to just a slight discomfort. I give a small roll of my hips, testing the motion out, and I feel Tobias's hands tighten suddenly on my back. His expression is tight. I repeat the motion and feel that same sensation as before. I clutch onto his shoulders, pulling myself up until he's barely inside me and then slowly lower myself back down, keeping my eyes locked on his face the entire time.
His eyes follow darkly while his hands twitch against my back. I repeat the same motion over and over again, each time moving a little faster, until on the last roll of my hips, I slam myself back down and he shoots forward, thrusting up to meet me, his hands grasping my shoulders and holding me down.
A surprised gasp falls out of me, and he holds me tightly against him as he starts moving beneath me, withdrawing slowly before thrusting up into me. He grabs the back of my head, twisting his fingers into my hair, and pulls my lips to his. His other hand releases my shoulder and palms my ass, squeezing and rubbing as we try to match up our sloppy, inexperienced movements.
I try to rotate slightly, looking for that feeling from earlier, but he pulls back at the same time, and I let out a soft cry into his mouth as I feel him slide out of me. He releases a frustrated groan and pulls back to look at me.
"Take me to bed, Tobias," I whisper, desperate to continue. I don't want him to second guess himself. I don't want him to stop. I want to do this. "Please."
I let out a surprised "Oh!" as he pulls me back down as he rises to his feet, the motion slamming his cock into me faster than I'd expected, the new angle hitting a bit deeper than he'd been able to reach before. I grind against him slowly, seeking that delicious friction, as he walks us into my room. He moves like I'm weightless, his hands on my ass guiding my motions until he lowers me onto my bed. His hands grip the bottom of my dress and he drags it up over my head before throwing it behind him.
He glides his hands over my naked body. When they come to a stop at the panties that he pushed to the side earlier, he looks at me questioningly.
"Are you particularly attached to these?" He asks in a low whisper, but his voice somehow feels smooth as silk drifting over me. I shake my head no. I really do not care about them.
I'm reminded of the knife from earlier as he pulls it back out of his pocket, flips it open, and then deftly slides the blade between my heated skin and the fabric. The blade effortlessly cuts through them, and he pulls them away before sliding the knife back into his pocket.
My legs still wrapped around him, I start to push at his jeans with my feet before realizing I'm still wearing my heels. I try to lean forward to take them off, but he stops me. His eyes trail from my feet, up the rest of my body, and when they land on my face, he grins.
"Keep the shoes on."
He shoves his remaining clothes down his body, kicking them off. When did he take his shoes off? I must have missed that.
He stays there for just a moment, hovering above me as I squirm under him. His dark eyes roam my body, an expression of awe settling across his face. His hands are pressed into my bed on either side of my head for balance as he lowers his body to mine, pressing me into the bed. As I had earlier, he pulls back slowly, teasingly, and right before he's completely pulled out, he thrusts back in. My back arches off the bed, trying to get closer to him. He repeats the motion, picking up speed each time. Tobias seems to have finally found his footing as his movements become more steady and sure.
When his rhythm starts stuttering, I can't match him. Our movements become sloppy. I feel him moving and he slides his hands under me, tilting my hips. I let out a gasp at the new angle, and when he pulls back and pushes back in again, burying himself deeper inside of me than he'd reached before, it takes me a moment to realize that loud scream was me.
"Tris, I can't…" His movements are frantic. "Fuck, Tris!"
He reaches his hand down between us, finding that little bundle of nerves. His fingers rubbed harshly against it, his calluses creating a delightful friction that had me squirming against his fingers.
I felt something shatter inside me and a scream slipped out of my mouth before he pushed his lips desperately against mine, swallowing my scream as he tensed on top of me. He pulled back one last time and slammed into me, his hands pulling my hips up at the same time and then holding me against him as he fell apart above me. I felt his entire body jerk at twitch until he finally collapsed on top of me.
He twisted around to lay on his back and pulled me into his side. I think I fell asleep almost instantly, my head on his chest and my arm thrown over his stomach.