Get Off on the Pain (18 page)

His eyes look up to meet mine. The reaction is so fast that it takes me by surprise. They look fierce as they take me in, appearing as if he wants to fuck me so hard I’ll be crawling my way out of here. I’m finding it hard to catch my breath, and I still can’t get over the beauty of him and the way he makes me feel breathless each time I’m in his presence. There’s so much I want to know and he needs to know that I’m not the one afraid . . . he is.

Out of nowhere he picks me up and roughly walks me across the room, tossing me onto his bed below. I land in the middle, grasping the soft blanket in surprise. He watches for my reaction as if he’s worried that I’m afraid of him, afraid of this. He’s testing me, studying my face as he strips his shirt off and tosses it aside. “I can’t fucking be gentle, Lyric. It’s not in me . . . so are you staying or leaving?”

I sit up and slip my jacket off, my eyes staying locked with his. I need him to see the sureness in them; how absolute I am about wanting this. “Staying,” I say firmly.

He looks away for a second before turning back to look at me. “Good. I was hoping that would be your answer.”

Reaching down he grabs for my shirt and pulls it over my head, stripping it off before tossing it behind him. “Undo my jeans.”

He reaches around with his hand and grips the back of my neck as I grab for the waist of his jeans and push the button through the slit, before pulling one side hard, ripping the zipper until they are open. I push them down his legs, scratching his thighs along the way, being just as harsh in movement as he’s been with me. I can be rough too. I don’t need gentle. I won’t break. It feels good to get my frustration out. I think I’m going to like this. I almost need it.

I see a small smirk splay across his face, as he looks me over in approval, his fist balled up as if I’ve just fed into his darkness. I’ve worked him up and I love it.

His grip on my neck tightens as he pulls me toward him and slams his lips against mine, making me lose all control. His kiss is passionate, yet so fierce that I feel as if he’s claiming me.

Before I can say anything, he has me up to my feet and facing the wall in the back of his room that has the huge mirror, practically covering the whole space.

He forces me to face it before he bends down in front of me and roughly undresses me, until I’m completely bare, staring at my own reflection in the mirror. I notice my nipples harden right away, and tiny bumps rise on my flesh as he grazes his teeth down the side of my neck.

“Wrap your hands in the rope above you.” His voice is deep and full of want, making my pussy throb at the sound alone. I can’t deny that I like him being in charge right now. It’s so fucking sexy. I want to see where this is going; I have to.

I glance up at the ceiling above me and notice two ropes hanging above my head, forming an upside down V with a knot at each end. My guess is that they’re part of his workout routine. Imagining him doing pull ups while shirtless in front of this mirror is such a turn on that I have to close my legs so he doesn’t notice how wet he already has me.

I’m standing in front of the mirror with my arms now tangled in the ropes as Memphis walks away. My heart is beating so fast that I can feel it pounding in my chest, increasing the blood flow in my veins. I’ve never done anything like this before, and knowing that it’s with Memphis gives me a rush like no other.

A few seconds later music starts to play in the room. The familiar song on the radio catches my attention as I watch Memphis in the mirror behind me, looking for something: Desire by Meg Myers. Fuck me! This song makes me want to devour Memphis in the best way possible. I can’t deny that I want it rough. With him I want everything rough, because that’s what he is.

My body starts to shake as I watch Memphis approach me from behind holding a camera in his hand. It’s an older model, but the same in expense as mine. I have this feeling there is a story behind it, making this moment even better. I guess he wasn’t lying when he said he liked the camera, because he has one. He reaches up with his free hand and makes sure that my arms are secure. “Hold on tight and don’t fucking let go.”

My breath escapes me as I watch Memphis strip himself from his tight boxer briefs, now standing behind me completely naked . . . and hard. Before I can catch my breath I feel him pressed up behind me. He grips my hair with one hand and pulls back so that my neck is exposed to him.

His warm breath caresses my neck as I hear the shutter of the camera. I’ve never been exposed like this, yet I like the idea of him wanting to capture me like this. It’s insanely hot.

“This may hurt a little,” he whispers. Letting go of my hair he reaches over and grabs for a condom, ripping the wrapper open with his teeth.

“Good,” I whisper, anticipating the feel of his thick cock filling me, and already imagining how hard he’s going to fuck me. He cups his hand over my mound, slightly lifting me to align our waists at the same height. I arch my back, giving him better access to my pussy.

I feel his teeth dig into my neck at the same time he slides himself inside me. I scream out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he stretches me, slowly pushing his cock in as far as he can go.

Grazing his teeth down my neck, he trails his tongue alongside them and presses a finger into my folds, exerting pressure on my clit as he shoves into me, slow and deep. He’s so hard that I end up yanking on the ropes and screaming out.

He presses against my pelvis, bringing our bodies as close as he can. He grinds into me, working his hips as he snaps a few more pictures of me through the reflection in the mirror. I moan out, wanting more.

“Fuck! I love it when you scream.” He leans into my ear as he pushes himself into me and stops. “You like screaming for me?” He backs out and slams into me when I don’t answer. “You want me to fuck you like I want to? I’m trying my best to hold back, but I want to own your pussy, Lyric. I want you to take every . . .” He licks my ear before biting it and whispering, “Inch of me.”

My body shivers from his words and my words come out before I can control them. “Yes. I want all of you. Don’t hold back.”

“Don’t let go,” he demands.

He sets the camera down next to us and alters his position. He wraps one arm around my neck and the other around my waist as he pushes inside me as deep as he can go. He wastes no time before he speeds up, fucking me hard and relentlessly. Our sweaty bodies rub together, both of us moaning out with each thrust. My desire for him is so strong that I feel as if I can’t get enough of him.

Looking in the mirror, I watch his muscles flex. His hold on me only seems to get tighter with each thrust, pulling me toward him. I feel the rope starting to dig into my wrists, but I hold on anyways, not wanting to let go. Something about him having total control of me has me almost begging for more.

I feel myself starting to clench around him and my whole body seems to thrash out, losing control. The feeling is so intense that I let go of the ropes and almost fall to the ground, but Memphis catches me and immediately starts to rub my clit as I shake in his arms.

He grabs the front of my throat and turns my head, capturing my lips in his. Still holding me up, he walks toward the wall and sets me down on my feet. He releases our lips to turn me around, but instantly replaces them. With our lips locked, he roughly presses my back against the mirror, before sliding his arms up mine, pinning them against the mirror. I slide an inch from the sweat sheen covering my back, but something about that gets me hotter for Memphis, knowing he’s the one that’s worked me up.

He breaks our kiss again. His eyes scan mine before he lifts one of my legs to wrap around his waist. He squats slightly to even our height, then shoves himself back inside me with one deep thrust. It hurts, but feels so damn good at the same time.

I scream his name over and over as he pounds into me, taking out his anger between my legs. My hands grip his firm, sweaty body, anywhere that I can grasp onto. In this moment I feel him. I feel his pain, his passion, and his need. I want more.

In the heat of the moment I spin us around, slamming his head into the mirror, hearing it crack. He growls, picks me up and then wraps both of my legs around his waist. This seems to fuel him more, making his thrusts longer and deeper, more furious than before. Almost painful.

“How hard do you fucking want it?” I grip his hair as tight as I can, showing him that I want it rough, and that I’m not afraid of him hurting me. I feel him bite into my bottom lip before he pulls it into his mouth and sucks on it, easing the pain he just caused.

His warm tongue controls mine, and his cock moves deep inside of me, owning me. I come undone, again, right as I feel him throbbing inside of me.

We both moan out, his hands gripping my face tightly as he releases himself inside the condom, never pulling out of me. I contract my muscles, my pussy squeezing as much out of him as it can. I’m panting in his arms and he’s still holding me. It’s as if he doesn’t want to let go.

“See what I mean when I say I can’t be gentle?” He pulls away and looks me in the eyes. “There’s a lot about me that you don’t know. If you did, you’d stay as far away from me as you could.”

Gripping his hair, I lower my face so that our foreheads are touching. “I’m not that easy to chase away; especially when it comes to something that I want.” I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and bite it just as he bit mine. I like it. “And I want you.”

He pushes off the mirror and walks until we’re standing in front of his bed. He lowers me onto it slowly, before crawling on top of me and spreading my legs out with his, so that he’s lying between my legs. “Stay.”

He runs his hand up my arm, his nostrils flared, and his body tense. “I can’t promise I’ll make it through the night without wanting you to leave, but right now I want you here. You can stay or go.”

I don’t even have to think about it. This man is full of passion. He may try his hardest to push people away, but even that he does with passion. I don’t know what will come of tomorrow, but for tonight . . . I want to be right here, in his bed, and next to him.

I stroke his hair and push his head down so it’s lying on my breasts. “I already told you I’m not so easy to get rid of.”

We lay here in silence for a short while before I notice that he’s fallen asleep. He looks tormented, even in his sleep, and it hurts my heart, making me want to change it. Everyone needs someone. I want to be his . . .

ROLLING OVER I WAKE UP to an empty bed. I jump a little at first when I realize where I’m at still. I slept so hard that my mind feels dazed and confused. I have no idea what time it is, but I know it has to be early. I feel as if I’ve only slept for a few hours and my body suddenly feels extremely sore. It reminds me that Memphis was just inside of me, taking me as his. The reminder gets my heart racing.

Sitting up, I look around but don’t see Memphis anywhere. I can tell from here that he’s not in the bathroom, because the door is wide open and it’s pitch black inside. He must’ve gone upstairs or left. A part of me feels bad. He made it clear that he has a hard time sleeping with someone, yet he got out of bed instead of sending me away.

I spot one of Memphis’ shirts laying on the chair close by, so I reach for it and quickly slip it on, blinking the sleep out of my eyes. I close my eyes and inhale when his scent starts to saturate the air that surrounds me. No words can explain how sexy this man smells. It drives me insane.

Pulling my messy hair to the side and out of my face, I quickly make my way up the stairs, but try to be quiet so that I don’t accidently wake Alex. I’ve already disturbed one brother’s sleep, obviously. I didn’t see Alex last night when I came in, so he must’ve already been in his room. I know he was here, because his truck was parked outside.

Quietly, I walk down the hall past Alex’s room—which is open—and through the living room into the kitchen. I don’t see either one of them, so I peek my head into the garage to find that they’re not in there either. It’s when I close the garage door that I hear what sounds like Memphis’ guitar coming from the back of the house.

I follow the sound toward the back porch. I stop and freeze when I see Alex leaning against the screen door, listening to Memphis play his guitar.