Counterpoint (Hystoria #3)

9. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

There is no tenderness in this moment, only raw passion fueled by anger. Our teeth clash, and our tongues battle for dominance, wrestling and tangling in an explosive fight. His tongue piercing feels weird but not bad, and he tastes like coffee and smoldering rage and goddamnit, if he isn’t the best thing I’ve ever tasted. It leaves me intoxicated, wanting more.

I can feel the strength of his grip on my hair, a reminder of how easily he can handle me, as he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss. His other hand grips my waist tightly as if I’d try to escape, almost tight enough to leave marks. But I have absolutely no intention of ending this.

His touch is desperate, a mix of anger and desire, holding me close as if he can’t get enough of me. He walks me backwards, slamming my back against the unyielding elevator wall. The impact sends a surge of pleasure through me, and I can’t help but moan in surprise. He greedily swallows the sound with another fierce and demanding kiss.

Si’s hands roam possessively over my hips, his fingertips tracing a burning path along the curves of my body. From my waist to my butt, to my hips, he explores me with a hunger that matches the intensity of our kiss. When I’m able to form a coherent thought, I reach out my hands to do the same. I want to feel his hard body, drive him as crazy as he drives me, but he’s not having it.

He’s quick to take control, growling into my mouth as he restrains my hands above my head, pinning my wrists against the cold surface of the elevator wall with only one of his hands.

Damn, that’s hot. I wiggle against his grip, a futile attempt at resistance that only seems to fuel him. He tightens his hold, not missing a beat as he continues to assault my mouth, asserting his control over me. I can feel the delicious pressure of his leg wedging between mine, forcing them apart and leaving me even more at his mercy. No matter which limb or which direction, I can’t move away from him. But I’m not complaining.

He’s unrelenting, keeping me exactly where he wants me. I’m at his mercy, completely overpowered and under his control. The thought sends an aroused shiver down my fucking spine. After everything that’s happened, who knew that getting overpowered would make me feel this hot and desired?

The ding of the elevator stopping and its doors opening feels like a bucket of ice water getting emptied over my head. Si tenses, which I feel because his body is pressed so closely against mine. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss, lets go of my hands and takes a step back .

I continue to lean against the elevator wall, breathing heavily, missing the pressure of his grip against my wrists and the heat of his body.

That’s it. He’ll realise this was a mistake and grow distant again. He’ll probably make me sleep in the hallway. But if he stops now, I just think I might die. Write ‘she died doing what she loved’ on my obituary because holy fuck, do I love it.

To my surprise, he does no such thing. I can see the exact moment he’s made up his mind because a small smile tugs at his lips. Instead of storming off angrily, he steps closer and leans down, wrapping his arm around my hip and lifting me up. My legs instinctively wrap around his middle tightly as he holds me firmly, with one arm under my ass. Now that my hands are free, I lock them behind his neck, squealing as he leans down to grab our bags, even though I know he’s not going to let me fall.

Without exchanging any words, he carries me out of the elevator. As he marches toward where I assume our room is, I can’t resist the temptation, so I toy with the hair in his neck, causing goosebumps to spread on his skin, and playfully sink my teeth into his skin, biting down just enough to make a low grumble escape him. His breath grows heavy, and I know I’m driving him wild. So naturally, I continue my playful assault. Because I want him wild.

“Fuck,” he mutters breathlessly, his voice tinged with a mixture of desire and frustration. He’s trying to maintain control, but I can feel it slipping, his restraint slowly crumbling right under my fingertips and lips.

I move my lips to his ear, my tongue tracing a seductive path along it with a tantalizing flick, then gently blow against the wet skin, making a low growl rumble in his chest .

“You like that?” I ask him teasingly. My words are barely a whisper, but they have the desired effect. His grip on me tightens even more, and I can feel the hardness of his body pressed against mine.

I don’t need words to know his answer. His response is expressed with his whole body, in the way his hands grip my ass tighter, in the way his breath hitches, in the way he lets out a low growl of approval.

Every step he takes, every movement, is infused with a charged energy, and I know that as soon as the door to our room falls closed behind us, it will discharge in a bright and loud explosion. The anticipation is almost unbearable, but I relish in the power I hold over him at this moment. I continue to tease and taunt him, knowing that, for now, as long as we’re in the hallway, he’s at my mercy. And I know as soon as that door opens, our roles will reverse.

I can’t fucking wait.

Finally, we reach our room. At least, I assume it is because Si presses my back against the door, capturing my lips with his and trapping my body against the wooden frame with his own.

“Back pocket,” I press out, my own breath coming out in a gasp as he plunges his hand into the back pocket of my jeans to find the key card, taking the opportunity to give my ass a playful pinch that makes me squirm against him. “Hey!” I protest, but my voice is dripping with pleasure.

The door beeps as it unlocks, and he wastes no time in pushing it open, revealing our room. I expect him to put me down again, but he has other plans. He carries me inside, his arms strong and unyielding, until he suddenly pries my arms off his neck and throws me onto the bed .

I bounce on the mattress, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation as I watch him kick the door shut before stalking towards me like a lion approaching its prey.

Si’s eyes burn with a fiery intensity as he comes closer, and I can’t help but feel a mix of nervousness and arousal. His desire to dominate me is obvious, matching my own need to challenge him. So many emotions thicken the air, and I just know that what’s about to happen is going to be different from everything else I’ve experienced. But I’m ready. So fucking ready.

He reaches the edge of the bed, standing over me and inspecting me with a hunger that makes the hair on my neck stand up and my pussy tingle. I prop myself up on my elbows, a teasing smirk playing on my lips and masking the nervousness bubbling in my stomach.

“What’s the matter, Si? Cat got your tongue?” I taunt, knowing how much it riles him up.

With a growl, he grabs my ankles and pulls me closer, dragging me towards him until my legs dangle off the bed, with him standing between them, pushing them apart. He leans down slowly, forcing my back onto the mattress, his hands pushing into the mattress right next to my head as they bear his weight as he covers my body with his. Oh yes, he wants to make it clear he’s in charge.

“You think you can challenge me?” he asks, his voice low and husky, a smirk playing at his lips. “Oh, Harper. You have no fucking idea what you’re in for.”

But I’m not one to back down. Obviously. Challenge him? Please. I push my torso up again until our noses are only centimeters apart, my elbows pressing into the mattress, and meet his gaze with a defiant stare .

“Promises, promises,” I chuckle, trying to rile him up further. “I think I know exactly what I’m getting myself into,” I retort, a daring glint in my eyes. “Maybe you’re the one who’s not ready.”

He levels me with a stare, and a smug grin begins to play at his lips. I grab a fistful of his hair and pull myself up to close the few centimeters between our faces and take his lower lip between my teeth, biting it, my heart pounding in anticipation.

His arm wanders under my body, and he throws the both of us further on the bed, kneeling over my hip as he ravages my mouth. For a short moment, he breaks the kiss, only to grab my shirt with both hands and fucking tear it open from the middle , throwing the pieces of fabric somewhere behind him. Holy fuck, that’s hot. My bra follows suit, and my hands grab at his shirt, and he takes it off with one quick move. I want to complain about mine being torn, but he swallows my complaint with his lips.

His knee nudges my aching pussy through the fabric of my jeans as he plunders my mouth, his hand finding my breasts and giving it a rough squeeze. I moan into his mouth when he pinches my nipple.

“Hmm, I like the sound of that,” he whispers against my lips with a smug smile. I narrow my eyes at him. My hands wander down his body, scraping along his defined muscles and returning the favor. He laughs as he swats away my hand, but I use the opportunity to let my hands wander lower and hurriedly unbuckle his belt.

He’s spent most of the trip in jogging pants, why the hell did he have to decide on wearing jeans today? Then again, I’m not one to talk because I’m wearing jeans as well. At least without a belt. A frustrated hiss escapes me when the damn thing doesn’t open, and he gets up, pulling down and stepping out of his jeans and underwear in one swift movement. My eyes grow wide. In proportion, I’d say he’s average, but considering the man is a giant, his cock is fucking huge.

He doesn’t let me dwell on his size for long. Not losing any time, he steps closer to the bed again, flicking the button of my pants open, and before I can even attempt to help him, he manhandles me out of my jeans and panties, leaving me exposed in front of him, still standing in front of the bed.

His eyes rake over my bare form, hunger burning in his gaze, and I swear I can feel his eyes leave a hot trail where they wander over my skin until they meet mine.

There is a momentary pause as our eyes lock, a silent challenge forming between us.

“Enjoying the view?” I tease, my voice a sultry purr.

He smirks, a wicked glint in his eyes. “You have no idea.”

Oh, but I have another idea.

I prop myself up on my elbows, pushing out my breasts. His eyes jump between my breasts and my eyes while I move further up on the bed until I reach the headboard and lean my back against it, never breaking eye contact and taunting him with a seductive smile. I know exactly what I’m doing, and I’m absolutely enjoying myself. I think riling him up is going to be one of my new hobbies.

“You’re playing with fire, Harp.”

I answer him by flicking my tongue over my lower lip teasingly. Si’s jaw clenches, and I can see the internal struggle as he fights to maintain control. But I’m determined to break him. Oh, I am so going to break him. I spread my legs slightly, invitingly, and run my hands along the curves of my body, teasingly slow, until my fingers find my wet pussy, my other hand palming my chest, moaning exaggeratedly as I play with my nipple.

“So what are you gonna do about it?” I challenge him, my voice laced with arousal and amusement, as I angle one of my legs for a better view and swipe my fingers through my wet folds. His eyes are transfixed on my digits as I bring them up, wiping my arousal over my stomach. “You’re not keeping up.”

I let my head fall back against the headboard and let my hand wander back down my body, between my legs. This time, I push two of my fingers inside my wet pussy, moaning loudly as I lock my hooded eyes with his and lick my lip seductively.

Si’s eyes narrow, a spark of determination flickering in his gaze as he watches my fingers dip inside me. He prowls closer, a predator closing in on its prey. His lips curl into a wicked grin, his confidence evident in every step he takes.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs, his voice dripping with a mix of arrogance and desire. “You have no idea what I’m capable of.”

I raise my eyebrow, matching my confidence to his. “I’m still waiting.” I pump my fingers inside myself again, letting a soft moan fall from my lips. “All you’re doing so far is talking big game; I’m not seeing a lot of action to justify that.” A challenging glint lights up his eyes. “My safeword is bubbles or three taps on your skin.”

Si’s nostrils flare, his eyes darkening with a hunger that matches my own. I raise my eyebrow at him, daring him to get to it.

This. This is where the tension between us explodes. In one swift motion, Simon pounces.

He seizes my wrists, pinning them forcefully to the mattress beside me. Leaning in, he captures my nipple in his mouth, his teeth grazing it with a hint of aggression. I strain against his hold, attempting to wrap my legs around him and shift my weight, but he swiftly pushes my legs aside. A soft groan escapes my throat as he wedges his leg between mine, his knee rubbing right against my wet pussy. I groan with pleasure and frustration, squirming beneath his hold.

“Now you see who’s in charge here?” he asks, cocking his eyebrow at me.

I open my mouth to reply, but he strategically nudges his knee in just the right spot, causing me to groan instead, my back arching involuntarily. While he’s momentarily distracted by my breasts, I seize the opportunity and swiftly pull my hands free. With a quick and forceful motion, I push him, until he loses his balance and falls onto the mattress, and I can straddle his stomach, effectively immobilising him, with my knees pinning his hands at his sides, rendering him powerless. Or so I think.

A wicked grin plays on my lips. My fingers trace a tantalizing path from his chest, gently pinching his nipple, then tracing the skin down his abdomen, and I hear him exhale sharply. Now that’s what I’m talking about.

“Yeah. Me,” I reply with a confident wink, my hand reaching behind me to palm his throbbing, hard cock. It feels velvety and warm in my palm as I begin to stroke it slowly behind me, watching the fight between arousal and annoyance in his eyes.

“Is that so?” he wonders, his eyes fixated on the sight of me straddling him, my wetness spreading across his stomach where my pussy resides.

I maintain eye contact, a mischievous smile on my face. I rock my hips slightly, causing a delightful friction at my core that sends shivers of pleasure through my body. “Oh, definitely-” I start to reply, but he acts quickly, pulling his hands out from under my knees, sitting up and flipping us around until my back hits the mattress with my legs locked behind his back. I gasp in surprise, but at the same time, excitement surges within me. Damn, he’s really fucking strong. And I really fucking like that.

I let my legs fall to his side, but he gets closer too, forcing them further apart and up his own body with his thighs to expose me to him fully. With an effortless movement, he captures both of my hands with one of his, pressing them against my body between my breasts and restraining me firmly.

Suddenly, his fingers plunge into me, penetrating me without warning, while his thumb immediately finds my clit and rubs it in rough circles. I moan, overwhelmed by the sudden amount of sensations, my back wanting to arch but pressed back into the mattress by his firm hold.

“Resistance is futile,” he says with a smirk, his voice dripping with amusement as he maintains his relentless assault on my senses.

I manage a breathless retort between moans, “Oh, you think you’ve got me, hu-uhhhh?”

He leans in closer, his lips brushing my ear as he playfully whispers, “I know I’ve got you right where I want you.”

I arch an eyebrow, my voice a teasing purr. “We’ll see about that.”

I squirm under him and try to resist the pleasure and regain control, struggling against his hold on my hands, but he has me firmly immobilized. Who knew being played like one of his fucking bass guitars would feel this damn good? My moans of pleasure mix with my feeble struggles, only making him chuckle .

But then, he makes a mistake. Leaning down, he swipes his tongue over my sensitive folds, lapping at my clit with his pierced tongue as his fingers continue to work me. Pleasure shoots through my body and makes me gasp and moan, my resistance momentarily forgotten as the sensations consume me.

I’m not someone who gives up easily, though. Surrendering is not part of my vocabulary, only defeat. With a surge of determination, I use this moment of distraction to pull my hands free from his grip. The sudden freedom spurs me on, and I take advantage of the opportunity to crawl away from him and get on my knees, facing him. Now it’s my turn to surprise him.

Our eyes lock again for a moment before we playfully attack each other at the same time. We engage in a playful struggle, both of us wrestling for dominance until Si suddenly surprises me. In a swift move, he flops onto the bed, catching me off guard. But I realise his plan too late as he suddenly pulls me on top of him, manhandling me until I straddle him.

Before I can react, he kicks out my legs, hooking them against the mattress with his calves, effectively immobilizing me on top of him. At the same time, he pulls me so flush against him that my arms are trapped between my own body and his chest, leaving me completely at his mercy. Damn him. Why does he have to be so annoyingly skilled at this? He could’ve at least faked and let me overpower him, just for a little bit.

I squirm and struggle against his firm hold, but it’s useless. His strength and the way he’s pinned me down are rendering me utterly powerless. I can feel his muscular frame trembling under me, his warm breath tickling my ear as he chuckles at my attempts to break free.

“Caught you,” he whispers, his voice husky and filled with an annoying undertone of triumph.

I glare up at him, a mixture of frustration and arousal coursing through me.

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” I retort as if I wouldn’t do the same if it were the other way around, a hint of pouting lacing my words.

Si’s hands trail down my back, finding their way between my legs from behind. It’s an awkward position, but he manages to reach my wetness effortlessly.

His fingers slide along my slick folds, spreading my arousal and coating me in wetness.

“Hmm, you like this,” he says, his voice low and appreciative. “Look at that, you’re dripping on me. So fucking wet for me.”

I can only moan in response. Each stroke seeks out the most sensitive spots, his fingertips grazing my swollen clit, driving me wild.

I arch my back, pushing my pussy against his hand, craving more of his touch. He responds by slipping a finger inside me, stretching and filling me. My walls clench around his invading digit, wanting more. It’s been so long since I’ve last had good sex, I feel wired, only waiting for the slightest push to unravel.

His finger curls, searching for that perfect angle that makes me tremble. He finds it and applies just the right pressure to make me see stars. I moan against his chest, the pleasure overwhelming and consuming all my damn senses.

He adds another finger and I groan against his chest, loving the way they stretch me. They move with purpose, plunging in and out of me, finding that perfect angle to hit my sweet spot with each thrust, eliciting gasps and whimpers from my lips.

Before I realise what the hell he’s doing with our bodies, I find myself on my stomach, my face in the mattress, and my arms again pinned beneath me, his weight pressing me down and trapping them against my own body. I make feeble attempts to kick my legs and break free, but he only chuckles in response. Mean, but again, I guess I would do the same if I were in his position, so I guess I can’t blame him too much.

“No butt stuff,” I manage to press out before a groan of pleasure escapes my lips as his fingers thrust inside me again, betraying my desire.

“Bubbles?” he asks, concern clouding his voice. I shake my head. Holy hell, no fucking bubbles for what he’s doing to me right now. I’m feeling amazing, but voicing anything seems impossible. As soon as he sees my head move, he replaces his fingers at my hole with his cock and pushes inside me with a slow but steady move.

I wince at the sudden intrusion. It’s been a while since I’ve had someone of his size because Tom was nowhere near that. Despite him preparing and stretching me, it hurts a bit, but in the most delicious way. Si holds himself still when he bottoms out, giving me a moment to adjust.

But not long. His grip on my hips tightens, and he begins to fuck me, slowly at first, then he thrusts into me with increasing urgency.

“Holy shit, yes,” I press out and close my eyes to lose myself in the sensations .

His cock fills me completely, stretching me in the most delicious way. I can’t help but dissolve into moans, the sound of them muffled by the mattress beneath me.

“Yes, Harper. Look at you, taking me like a good little slut.” His hand finds its way to my hair, fisting it and tugging at it, the pain only adding to my pleasure.

The room fills with the sound of our bodies moving together, the slapping of skin against skin, and our ragged breaths and moans mingling in the air. I’m about to lose myself in the moment, giving in to his dominance, but a tiny part of me still wants to fight.

In a moment of him loosening his grip, I try to crawl away from him to sit up and challenge him again. But with a swift motion, Si thwarts my attempt to escape, grabbing my ankles and forcefully dragging me back into position, chuckling at how easily he can manhandle me. Frustration wells up inside me, but I know resistance is futile. He has me right where he wants me. And where I want to be if I’m being honest.

Without hesitation, he plunges back inside me, the force of his thrusts leaving me gasping for breath and clawing at the sheets. Clearly, my attempt to switch roles has backfired, but holy shit, I am not complaining.

“Thought you could escape?” he chuckles, his voice laced with danger that sends a shiver through me. The good kind. “As if I’d let you. For now, you’re mine, and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

In one swift motion, he flips me around, pinning my wrists together over my head, and expertly hooks one of my legs under his arm .

“And you’re going to fucking love it,” he adds as he continues to fuck me. “In fact, you’re going to beg for more.” The new position grants him even deeper access, and I’m left completely at his mercy. There’s no spark of struggle left in me now. No, now I’m holding on for dear life, my nails digging into the back of his hand.

He fucks me with a renewed intensity, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. His name escapes my lips in a desperate chant, a mantra of surrender, as he drives into me with an unyielding, rough rhythm.

“Are you gonna be good?” he demands to know, and I give him a desperate nod. At this point, I would promise this man anything if it means an orgasm is in my immediate future.

“I’ll be good. I’ll be so fucking good.” My response is a breathless plea between gasps and moans. I chant between gasps, and he lets go of my wrists to rub rough circles around my clit. He leans forward, captures my nipple between his teeth, and teases it with his tongue.

“I’m so close, Si,” I rasp out, and he releases my nub to lean in close to my ear.

“Then come for me,” he demands, his voice rough and commanding. “I want to feel you clenching around me. Fucking soaking me, Harp.”

And with those words, the dam breaks. I shatter into a million pieces, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. I scream his name, and my nails dig into the skin of his back, leaving marks as I cling to him. But he doesn’t stop. Instead, he thrusts inside me relentlessly, fucking me through my orgasm until I can’t form a straight thought anymore .

“Didn’t think I’d let you off this easily, did you?” he taunts, his voice clouded by pleasure, sending shivers down my spine. And then, to my surprise, he gently bites my earlobe, making electricity spark through my veins. Holy shit.

“Si,” I moan, my voice dripping with desperation and pleasure. “I can’t-”

“Yes, you can. Give me another one. And keep those moans coming,” he commands, his voice full of dominance. He tweaks my nipple roughly, a mixture of pain and pleasure shooting through my body. I try to resist. I really don’t want to give him the satisfaction, but a guttural moan escapes me involuntarily.

He shows no mercy, not allowing me a moment to catch my breath as he continues to fuck me into oblivion.

And just when I think I can’t take anymore, he abruptly pulls out and flips me over into doggy. Pulling me up by my hips, he angles me to his liking. I brace myself, gripping the sheets tightly, my nails digging into the fabric as he thrusts into me again with a force that leaves me gasping. His hands at my hips pull me into his thrusts roughly, each one so deep it leaves me scrambling, absolutely helpless.

“Holy fuck,” I groan, unable to contain the overwhelming pleasure that courses through me. The new angle he’s found hits my sweet spot with precision, and it’s driving me absolutely wild. I can feel myself losing control, completely consumed by the intensity of him.

And then, he pushes my head down against the mattress, his strong hand tangling in my hair, pulling where he wants me with ease. My chin is buried in one of the soft pillows, my eyes facing the headboard. When I try to turn my head, he pulls my hair even tighter, pushing my face deeper into the pillow. He’s in charge here, and he won’t let me forget it.

The way he fucks me is rough, almost primal. His thrusts become more erratic, driven by a raw, urgent need. Low groans escape him, deep and guttural, as he nears the edge of his climax. I feel the familiar pressure building in my core as well.

I can feel the tension building within him, his body tensing and his movements growing more frenzied. We both know what’s coming.

Pulling my hair roughly, he yanks my torso up, gripping one of my wrists tightly and pulling my arm back, causing my whole body to meet his thrusts, treating me like a fucking doll that exists solely for his pleasure.

“Come on,” he growls into my ear, his voice laced with primal hunger. “I know you fucking want it. I know you’re desperate to come again. Give it to me.”

And again, my body gives him the satisfaction of doing exactly what he wants, responding eagerly, my hips bucking in sync with his thrusts. I don’t feel it coming, but all of a sudden, my climax hits me like a fucking freight train at full speed.

With a guttural moan, I let go, giving in to the overwhelming sensations. My body trembles with pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over me, and black dots dance in my vision as he fucks me through my orgasm, prolonging the pleasure and bringing me to new heights until it almost hurts, my body too sensitive to keep going.

But this time, he is right behind me. He releases my hair and arm, instead digging his fingers into my hips as my torso flops onto the mattress like a marionette with its strings cut. Holy fuck, that was amazing. I can’t remember when I last had an orgasm like this .

He’s not done, though. His powerful thrusts drive me forward, his hands on my hips forcing me to stay where he wants it, forcing me to meet his every movement.

And then he reaches his own climax. A guttural groan rips through the air, filling the room with an intoxicating sound. His body tenses, his thrusts becoming erratic as he comes inside me.

I can feel the pulsation of his cum, its warmth and weight flooding into me. The sensation is electrifying, feeling as primal as the way he manhandled me.