Chapter 2: The Hollow No (Three Months Prior)

I closed my eyes and the night came back in pieces that would not stay buried. On the couch I had looked up at him, and the words had come out small and unsteady. “We can’t. Nick is right down the hall. This is our anniversary. I love him. I can’t do this; we have to stop. Please.”

My hand had pressed against his chest. It had not been a shove. It had been a request. Soft. Uncertain. Even as I said the words, my body had been leaning back into the cushions, trying to pull away, afraid of what would happen if I didn’t. My dress was bunched at my waist, my breasts were wet, and my nipples were tight and aching from his mouth having enveloped them. I could still feel his tongue as it had circled my nipples and the sharp pang of his teeth when he had bitten down, gentle enough not to leave a mark, but hard enough for me to feel it. When I had realized that he had pushed down his pants and his cock was at my entrance, I had looked down and seen him huge, hard, positioned to enter me, and I had told him no again. I told him he wouldn’t fit because, seeing his size, I honestly didn’t think he would. But he spoke to me reassuringly, then pushed forward as if my concerns and protestations were meaningless. I had felt the thick head of his cock open me, and my no had dissolved into a broken sound I did not recognize as mine. The stretch had been almost too much for me to bear. Then it had become exactly enough. Then it became everything I hadn’t known I had been missing.