Hollow Men by Sommer Marsden

around his thrusting cock. He groaned in my ear, sounding every bit as desperate as I felt.
    “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” he growled, and I didn’t even hesitate. I circled my clitoris with trembling fingers and pushed back every time he thrust into me. I wanted him to fill me up, stretch me, shut the world down. I wanted it to simply be about us in that moment, trapped together, his body in mine as the whole fucked-up rest of the world melted away.
    Another sob slipped free of me, and I let it go. No sense trying to stop it. It was born of pain and pleasure, and it was better out of me than trapped inside.
    “Shh,” he said, soothing me. He let my leg go, but kept the hand at my throat. It stuttered my breath and made the pleasure between my thighs that much better. Deep inside me a blissful, warm spasm was building.
    “I’m going to—” I shut up and shook my head.
    “Good. Do it. Come for me.”
    His free hand grabbed my hip, and he pulled me back to go deeper. He stopped thrusting, cock filling me, hips grinding back and forth. My legs were now close together as he took me from behind. The added friction from the position was staggering.
    “I’m—” I shut my eyes, rubbed my clit harder, using a rougher touch.
    His fingers gripped my throat just a shade tighter. Just enough for me to notice a hitch in my breath. I came, my body bucking against his as he continued to rock his hips forward and back.
    When the intensity passed, he pulled out. “Evan!” I said, startled.
    “Shh. Roll on your back.”
    I obeyed, spreading my thighs for him to come between them. He levered back to watch as he entered me again. Shocks of pleasure rolled through me. I arched up with my hips, touched his face with my fingertips.
    “I love you, Eleanor,” he said.
    I shook my head. Wanting to unhear what he’d said. But then he grabbed my hips hard, pinned them to the bed and slammed into me. We both scooted up on the bed some. The homemade structure even gave a groan. I gave a groan as well as the base of his cock brushed over my tender clitoris.
    I clenched up around him. Yanked his hair hard enough to make him hiss. I wrapped my legs around his slim waist, feeling his muscles flex and bunch as he fucked me. The effort of his body entering mine was easy to gauge if I touched his flanks. I opened my mouth to protest, to ask him to take it back, but he brushed his mouth over mine, and I got lost in it.
    I whimpered, and he framed my face with his big hands and held me still to kiss me, his body filling mine with every move he made.
    I hooked my ankles behind his back. I think I was afraid he’d disappear. I wanted to do anything I could to keep him here. Keep him close. I just didn’t want to admit the emotions.
    He moved his hands to shove them under my ass and hike me up higher. “Yeah. Right like that,” he said, grinning in the dark. He reminded me of the Cheshire cat, the subtle glow of his white teeth in the gloom.
    His cock slid against my G-spot with every motion. Every brush, every nudge, filled my insides with warmth, triggering me to grow tighter around him.
    We both groaned simultaneously. Laughed. Then back to kissing.
    “I’ve got about three seconds in me,” he said in my ear, nipping the lobe.
    He stopped thrusting and dragged his hips back and forth so his pelvis ground against my clitoris.
    “Yeah,” I said. I sighed. “Me, too—”
    He thrust hard, and my words dissolved into moans as I came.
    “Shh,” he said and kissed me quiet. “We don’t want to wake up the campground.”
    My body flickered, twitched, spasmed around him, and I let him eat up every sound I made. When I touched his face, he grew still, then one more thrust, and he was coming.
    “Eleanor,” he said, and I smiled.
    He rolled off me and without letting me even consider fleeing, he wrapped a big arm around me and pulled me close.
    “You spanked me,” I whispered.
    “Yeah.” He squeezed me. “You liked it. A