Snow

2 | i paid you back in dick

❝i kiss, you disappear, you wanna keep it a secret. i know you wanna fuck me and you'll never forget it.❞

❘❘

HIS LIPS FEEL HOT AGAINST my skin.

Fuck, what is his name again?

All the thoughts of names and faces seem to vanish as his frantic kisses descend. Skin slick against skin, long fingers skimming over hips, soft grunts falling from lips, we fumble through the smoky bedroom.

"Fuck, ungh," he groans as I run my hands down his chest, dragging the zipper down like I wanted to hours ago. "Yes."

It drops to the ground effortlessly and then his lips are on mine. Beads of rain still linger in my lashes as they flutter with the fierce movement.

Did he even tell me his name?

His tongue plunges into my mouth, and I moan, clutching his shirt as I melt into him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Who cares what his name is?

"Oh, yes..."

Not me.

His fingers inch up below my skirt and spread my legs. My hands flatten against his chest and push him back against the wall.

"Fuck, Neva," he curses into my mouth. Everything around us seems to rattle — music pounds between my ears, my heart hammers in my chest, heat trembles between my legs.

A soft, cool breeze snakes through the open window as my hands slip between our bodies to yank at his jeans. A single finger hooks into my panties, dragging them to the side.

It's all moans and heavy breathing, nothing but some impulsive desire and frantic need to undress him.

But then his fingers flutter over my clit and my nails claw into him. Waves and waves of something raw ripple through me with an intensity that pushes me closer to the edge.

"Yes, yes," I pant, kissing him harder. "Yes."

"Mmmm." Barely there, it seems like a hum of approval. As he pulls away, tracing a finger along my wet slit, I gasp. "Neva, you are so wet."

I grin helplessly at the husky words, the arousal in his voice. Suddenly, everything else is a faint murmur in the background. Beneath the heavy beat and the hard rain, his breathing shallows.

"Mmm," I hum. "For you."

And I know I've hit the jackpot because something animalistic rips up his throat.

All I can do is cling to him, my lips parting with another silent gasp as he slips a finger inside of me, thrusting in and out, curling until heat floods through my entire body. "Ohhh..."

A second finger dips in without warning. My head falls back against the wall with a wanton moan. "Fuck, yes, right there," I cry, dizzy with the sensations. "Oh, yes."

"Neva," he says my name in some drunken half laugh. "You are too easy."

His words don't even hit me. They twist in the hot air. They seem to wither away as I shoot him a sensual smile. I don't care. That's what it is.

Easy? I was easy? This was exactly what I wanted.

I slip a hand into his jeans, my fingers crawling down to pry the tight briefs away. "Fuck," he curses when my nails graze his hard cock.

One stroke. All I do is stroke his length once before I'm suddenly yanking the jeans down, down, down and I'm suddenly sinking, sinking, sinking to my knees.