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“I’ve got it.” I step into the hallway. “Quit trying so hard.”

He follows, closing the door behind him. He wears only his jeans. He stuffs his hands into his pockets bashfully and wiggles the toes of his bare feet, swaying back and forth. He looks like a boy.

A boy I will always hate. “Goodnight, Connor.” I turn and walk away. I don’t look back. If I do, I might do something stupid.

“Wait!”

I turn around. “What?”

“Just a sec.” He dashes into the room.

I rest the laundry basket against my hip. “What now?” I can’t tell if I’m exasperated or excited.

He jogs back out of the room and stops inches from me. “You forgot your glasses.” He holds them out. “You left them on the sink when we came back from the club.”

I reach for them and our fingers touch.

I stare at his hand and my eyeglasses.

Somehow, those glasses tie everything together. They bring me right back to that moment in the meeting room upstairs at the convention hall. Truth OR Dare. That first passionate kiss. Watching him dance at the convention reveal. Punching those guys out at the club without a care for his own safety.

I’m going to do something stupid.

Chapter 10

ELECTRA

We crash onto the bed in his room, him on top of me, our mouths locked together in mortal combat. He rips my blouse open and his hard hands attack my breasts, squeezing, twisting, pinching.

It hurts but it also drives me wild with wicked pleasure.

His teeth sink into my lower lip and he tugs until my lip pops out of his mouth. He glares at me like a wild animal. “Fuck, Lex. I’ve been thinking about fuckin you since the second I saw you this morning.”

I suddenly remember the girl who marched out of his room, the one he’d obviously had sex with before I arrived on
this
bed. My heart squeezes in my chest. This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. I want to run out of here.

His hand sneaks up my skirt to my naked cleft. “You are soaking fuckin wet, Lex. You’re dying to fuck me, aren’t you?” He massages my folds, finding my clit, circling it.

Heat. New arousal explodes between my legs. “Make me forget all the shit that happened today,” I moan.

‘I’m going to make you forget your own name, Lex.” A stiff finger slides inside me.

My head drops to the mattress and I moan.

Connor’s blue eyes blaze into mine. “You’ve wanted my dick since you saw it.”

I shouldn’t be doing this. Because I
hate
those blue eyes. I’ve
always
hated them. I moan throatily, my voice husky. “No.”
Yes
.

“You were thinking about this when I was on stage and all those girls were screaming my name.”

“No I wasn’t.”
Yes I was
.

“You were thinking how you wanted to scream my name while I was deep inside your wet fuckin pussy, weren’t you?” His finger forces deeper, filling me. His thumb relentlessly massages my clit.

Fireworks go off inside my core and shoot up to my chest. It’s getting hard to argue, but I still have some fight left in me. At a loss for words, I simply snarl.

He grins, “You’re a fuckin animal, Lex. I always knew it. A wildcat.”

“That’s right,” I hiss. “So you better shut your filthy mouth and do something or I’m going to claw your dick off and throw it to the wolves.” My eyes pop open. I can’t believe I just said that.

Connor’s face twists into a strange smirk. Then his expression turns dangerous, but he’s still grinning.

Are all the feminists wrong? Do women
want
a man to force themselves on them, to prove their fitness, their strength, their determination? Do we want to fight a man in the bedroom to find out if he is resilient enough to care for us and our offspring? I don’t know, but right now, I know one thing: this is my moment and I can do whatever the hell I want.

Connor can only have me if he can
take
me.

That thought, combined with the magic his hand is working between my thighs sends me over the edge. A powerful orgasm tears through me, stopping my breath. My back arches and lifts off the bed and my hips thrash.

“Come all over my hand, Lex. Come all over it. Fuck yeah.”

My breath comes in sharp gasps as the intense pleasure slowly fades in my veins and I relax onto the mattress. His weight presses down on my chest. Our noses are tip to tip. Rough hands peel my skirt up over my ass.

He leaps off the bed and stands over me. “God damn, Lex. You have the most beautiful pussy I’ve ever seen. I can’t stop staring at it.” He shakes his head. “Fuckin incredible.” He kicks his jeans off, revealing his straining length. “You want this, don’t you?” He grabs himself by the base and strokes slowly. He can’t get any harder. The head is purpled with blood. Pre cum swells from the tip. “You want to know what it’s like to have a real man fuck you with a real dick, don’t you?”

My eyes are locked on his cock and the glistening pearl of pre cum. We don’t have any condoms. He is going to get me pregnant. I don’t care. The haze of arousal swirling in my brain blots out all rational thoughts. I want this man to fuck me. To plant his seed inside me. To impregnate me so that I can carry his young. “Fuck me,” I moan. “Fuck me now.”

He bends over and pulls a condom from the front pocket of his jeans. He tears the package open and sheathes his sword.

A sense of vague relief whispers in the farthest corner of my mind, as if someone other than me is thinking about condoms and birth control. From the neck down, all I’m thinking about is cock and cum.

He flips me over onto my stomach and yanks my hips to the edge of the bed.

“Fuck me hard. If you’re man enough.” I push up with my hands and thrust my ass in his face.

He chuckles. “You think you can handle it?”

I smirk, “You’re all talk, Connor. You don’t even know how to use that big cock of your—”

The tip of it sinks into my wet folds and I drop my head to the mattress, my hair piling over my face.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he growls as he slides himself in.

“Oh, god…” I shiver as every inch fills me to the hilt.

He pauses, deep. His cock pulses inside me. I tighten down. “Yeah,” he grunts. “Like that.” He slowly withdraws and I keep squeezing. “Milk it.” He pushes in again.

His slow thrusting steals my sanity.

My pleasure mounts with every stroke.

He leans over my back and collects my hair like reins, pulling my head up.

“I’m gonna ride you like an animal,” he grunts.

“Fuck me with that race horse cock of yours, Connor.” I’m barely aware of how absolutely dirty that sounded.

“Mmnnmm…” he moans as he picks up speed.

I surge backward with each thrust, timing my movement with his. My body waves into his, bringing intense pleasure with it. I’m so turned on I bite my own shoulder. Sex has never been
this
good.

“Fuck, Lex. I can’t get enough of your pussy. It’s so fucking…
fuuuck…
” He trails off, his deep voice straining with ragged pleasure bordering on pain. He is unraveling, losing his mind as his hard muscled body overtakes mine.

He is in complete control of me.

And his cock is suddenly gone.

“No!” I’m terrified and furious at the same time.

He flips me over and drives his heavy cock home.

He thrusts into me savagely with his thickness, his heavy balls slapping against my ass.

Electricity arcs through me from every point of contact with his body.

The stirrings of a violent orgasm begin to build.

My body thrills with sensation as he plunges harder and deeper. My legs clamp around his narrow waist. My hands claw at his muscled back.

My mind reels knowing that Connor Hughes is fucking me. The boy I hated through four years of high school finally got his way. The boy who I swore would never lay a finger on me, let alone fuck me, is bringing my body to an earth shattering climax I never believed I was capable of having.

My heart doesn’t know what to do.

The overwhelming pleasure of his sex deep inside mine mingles with the pain of knowing I’m sleeping with the enemy as I come undone.

His strong fingers dig into my ass as he tilts my pelvis just right and the head of his cock grazes back and forth across my G-spot with expert perfection.

I can’t stop him.

I wouldn’t if I could.

It feels too damn good…

I want to moan, but I won’t. I’m suddenly afraid I’ll scream his name if I let it all out. I can’t let myself do that. It would somehow be my final betrayal of myself. He can fuck me, but he can’t keep me.

I won’t scream his name.

I won’t.

It’s the only shred of dignity I have left.

But it feels too good…

Needing to let
something
out, I begin to whimper.

“Come on my cock, Lex.” He pulls my hips into his over and over, his body weighing down on mine.

“
Yes
…” I moan, my face buried in his muscled shoulder.

“Squeeze me as hard as you can.”

“
Yes
…”

“Fuckin come, Lex. Come now!”

“Yes!”

“
Come right the fuck now!!
” He growls.

“
Yuh
—!!” The first wave of my orgasm hits me, stopping my voice in my throat.

“
Fuck yeah!
” He roars, his voice all gravel and passion. He explodes inside me.

At the same moment, a powerful orgasm tears through me. I squeal as the muscles of my core clench around his pulsing manhood as his final desire surges into me. I can’t stop myself. I scream. “Connor!!!”

He heaves on top of me, pulling me into him as hard as he can, his entire body quivering for a long time.

As the electric tempest dies down, I turn my face to the side and gasp for breath. I clamp my eyes shut and cover them with my arm.

What have I done?

I’m not sure, but the guilt and shame I’m feeling is positively delicious.

I.

Fucked.

Connor.

HUGE.

I laugh like a loon.

No matter how big of a mistake this was, I want more. Now. “Do you have any more condoms?”

<<<<<<<>>>>>>>

ELECTRA

The lights of Santa Monica twinkle in the distance. Somewhere beyond them lies the dark Pacific Ocean. The two people in the pool seven floors below the balcony are making out. They think no one is watching them.

I am.

I’m also getting fucked from behind by Connor and I’m completely turned on once again. I didn’t think it was possible, but Connor is a master cocksman. I mean, I heard the rumors for years. But they really were true.

The couple in the pool are wearing bathing suits.

I’m not wearing anything. I’m completely naked except for my pumps. Connor insisted I put them on for balcony sex. Who was I to say no? Something about wearing them makes me feel extra slutty. I like it. Add to that the fact my feet are killing me from walking in my pumps all day long and I can’t help but imagine what strippers go through after a long shift strutting their stuff on strip club runways.

I smile to myself.

I’m just a working slut and I love it.

Maybe I should look into becoming a hooker?

What am I thinking? I almost laugh but then I moan when another swell of pleasure pushes through me. I squeeze the steel railing in both hands and lean into Connor’s languid thrusts. I never realized how much I like standing doggy style. I had always thought it was impersonal so I avoided it. Nope. It’s somehow twice as intimate. I can’t explain why. Maybe because I’ve never done it before. I don’t know.

Connor grunts, “I am
hooked
on fuckin you, Lex. You fit me like a fuckin glove.
Fuuuuck
…” He reaches beneath me and fingers my clit as he slides in and out.

Jolts of ecstasy stab into me. “Oh, god, Connor. I’m going to come again. I’m going to come…” I start to whimper and I pull myself forward, my chest against the cold steel railing as Connor’s hot steel fires into me.

The couple in the pool below suddenly turns up and stares. Damn it. I wish I had my glasses on so I could see better. But I can tell that they’re looking at me, their faces white blobs in the blue glow of the pool lights.

Unashamed, I stare right back at them and come on Connor.

<<<<<<<>>>>>>>

CONNOR

“I hope you have more condoms,” Electra pants, lying beside me on the sheets.

“You ready to go again?” I’m lying beside her, propped up on my elbow, my hand resting casually on her wet pussy.

“I am.” She frowns. “Unless you’re out of condoms?”

“You think I’d just get two? I got ten more.”

“Ten? You’re
waaaay
too cocky for your own good, Connor. And speaking of condoms, when the hell did you find some? I don’t remember you stopping to buy any.”

“I got them when I went looking for ice.”

“You’re such a liar, Connor!
Couldn’t find the ice machine
? Ha!” She’s throwing my words back at me. “Wait, were you thinking about screwing me while you were tending to my wounds?”

“At the time, I was thinking about the fact you were sitting on the bathroom countertop with no panties on that sweet pussy of yours while I cleaned your face. I couldn’t let you out of here without fuckin you, could I?”

She giggles and yawns. “You’re a sex fiend, Connor Screws.”

“Look who’s talkin, Warpussy.”

“That’s terrible,” she cackles and drops her head on the pillow, her eyes half shut. She smiles at me for awhile. Her eyes close all the way.

She’s so damn hot it hurts.

In the back of my mind is the idea that she’s going to throw her clothes on and leave once we’re done with the fuckin. That’s one reason I went along with the sex. I would’ve been happy if she’d just slept here. I didn’t want her to go. But make no mistake. The other reason I went along with the sex is Electra Fuckin Warmoth. Are you kidding? This has been the best sex of my life, bar none. That’s saying a lot considering all the chicks I’ve banged.

But when you know, you know.

Why? I have no idea.

Electra gets this little frown line in her forehead. She’s asleep.