MIA, YOU ARE BACK

MIA 

“I have been waiting a very long time for this.”

His voice stayed low against my ear, the heat of his body pinning me to the cool glass. My mask suddenly felt too tight.

Dion’s fingers brushed my cheek, then slid under the silver mask. He pulled it off slowly and dropped it somewhere behind him.

“We won’t need this anymore.” He reached up and took off his own black mask. 

For the first time, I saw his full face. Dark eyes, sharp jaw, the kind of mouth that looked like it only knew how to take. He was beautiful in a dangerous way.

“Dion…” I whispered. I already knew the name; he made me say it while I came on his fingers in the car.

He didn’t answer with words; instead, he kissed me harder. His tongue pushed into my mouth like he already owned it as he yanked the zipper of my dress open. The black fabric fell to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my heels, bare and already wet between my legs.

He stepped back just enough to move his eyes over me slowly.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Even better than I imagined.” 

The words sank under my skin, soft and filthy at the same time, thinking back if he had seen me anywhere before.

He dropped to his knees right there on the hard floor. His strong hands spread my thighs as his mouth found my pussy. His tongue dragged slowly up my slit, then circled my clit with firm pressure.

One hand reached up to my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple. The other stayed between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit in tight circles while his tongue pushed inside me.

“Fuck.” I muttered as I grabbed his hair, legs shaking. “Dion….oh god…”

He licked and sucked me, making wet, filthy sounds against my cunt. His nose brushed my folds. 

He didn't let me cum, he eased off just enough to keep me on the edge. Every time the pleasure coiled too tight.

My thighs trembled, and a broken moan left my throat.

“Please…Dion.”

At this point, the only thing my head could think of was his name, and I didn't even know what I was begging for.

He pulled his mouth away, lips shiny. “Not yet, pretty thing, you come when I say.”

He stood, scooped me up easily, and carried me into a large bedroom. He laid me down and stripped almost immediately until he stood naked and hard between my legs. 

I swallowed hard at the sight of him.

“You like what you see?” He asked teasingly.

He didn't bother to wait for the reply. He climbed over me, pushed my thighs wide, and thrust in with one deep, relentless stroke.

“Dion.” I cried out. 

He filled me. He didn’t give me time to adjust, he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, hard and deep, hips snapping against mine.

I couldn't help but scream his name again. “Dion—”

“That’s it.” He said as he found my nipples with his mouth. “Keep saying my name.” 

He fucked me in long, powerful strokes. “This pussy is mine now.” He said breathlessly as the wet sound of his cock moving in and out of me filled the room. 

The first orgasm hit, I came hard around him, moaning his name, but he did stop. He fucked me through it, dragging every pulse out of me until I was shaking.

He pulled out only long enough to flip me onto my stomach. He yanked my hips up, spread me open, and pushed back inside from behind.

He rolled his hips as he fucked me from behind. I felt him in my G-spot

“Oh yes… this feels good.” I muffled into the pillow.

One hand reached under me and found my clit, rubbing firm circles while he fucked me hard.

“Again,” he ordered.

I came hard the second time with my face pressed into the sheets, his name spilling out of me like a broken chant. 

He bit the soft skin high on my inner thigh, then another mark under the curve of my breast where a bra would cover it. He sucked hard enough to leave bruises only he would know about.

He flipped me onto my back again, hooked my knees over his shoulders, and drove even deeper. 

The new angle made my eyes sting; I could swear he was hitting my stomach at first.

“One more,” he ordered. “Come on, my cock one more time and I’ll fill you.”

His thumb rubbed my oversensitive clit. The third orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision blurred.

Only then did he let go. 

He thrust deep one last time and came with a low, rough sound, pulsing hot inside me. I felt every spill of his cum. 

He stayed buried inside me, grinding slowly until he was empty. He collapsed beside me and held me closer like it was a normal thing.

“Keep that in, pretty thing. I want to be inside you at all times.”

I couldn’t speak. My body felt used and claimed in a way I had never known before.

****

I woke the next morning to the weight of an arm across my waist. 

Dion slept behind me, chest against my back. His cock was already half-hard below my ass.

He was naked.

My body ached, the hidden bite marks throbbing faintly, and between my legs was still sticky and sore.

I carefully slid out from under his arm, about to reach for my dress when a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against a hard, naked chest.

“Trying to leave already?” His voice was rough with sleep against my ears.

“I have to go back,” I said, trying to sound firm. “This… I can’t stay… Lucas might be looking for me.”

His hand slid between my legs and found my clit and rubbed slow circles against it.

My body betrayed me instantly. 

“Mmmphh…” I moaned softly. 

“Your mouth says one thing,” he murmured against my ear, as his thumb circled my thumb slowly. “But this pussy is already wet for me.”

I couldn't resist anymore. I mean, the pleasure was already building up. I parted my legs slightly, giving him room to explore.

“That's it, pretty thing.”

He turned me to face him, lifted one of my legs, and pushed inside me in one slow, deep stroke. 

I gasped. 

“Look at me.” He ordered as he fucked me sideways, slowly at first, then hard, relentless thrusts

I came once more with his name on my lips, shame and need tangled so tight I couldn’t separate them.

He watched me dress in silence after he filled me again with his cum. He didn’t try to stop me. He had that assuring look like he knew exactly where I would end up.

Rook drove me back in silence.

I walked into Lucas’s apartment on unsteady legs. Every step brought back the memory of Dion’s cock inside me. I stood in the doorway, dress wrinkled, hair messy, thighs sticky, heart racing.

I didn’t know what to say to Lucas.

Lucas looked up from the couch the moment he noticed my presence. His expression was calm, almost mild.

“Mia, you’re back.”