“Breath,” he whispered. “And take it.”
I hadn’t realized I’d been holding my breath and let it out. As I did, he began to move and desire won out over anything else. The throbbing in my core turned my gasps into moans.
“That’s right. You’re pussy was made for me,” he rasped that sounded more like a growl.
There was nothing gentle about our joining. I held onto his shoulder, digging my nails in as I lost myself in the pleasure.
“I’ve wanted you for so damn long.”
Each word was punctuated with a thrust like a countdown to my lift off and I wasn’t sure if I truly heard him say those words or if I’d imagined it.
He pulled out almost abruptly. I blew out a breath in protest, spinning around to glare at him. He reply was a wordless smirk until he finally spoke.
“You want my cock?” he asked as the damn thing pointed at me.
I grabbed it and squeezed.
“Fuck yeah. Just as tight as your pussy.”
I yanked him forward and grabbed his balls. He leaned in and nipped my lip before pulling back some.
“If you break it, you buy it. But I won’t be in the mood to finish you off.”
Then he winked at me, the bastard.
“Fuck you,” I said, letting go.
“Just the magic words I wanted to hear.”
He spun me around and to brace myself, I’d splayed on either side of my head as he sank back into me from behind. His tethered hand covered mine, tangling our fingers together.
From this new standing up doggystyle angle, I knew I wouldn’t last. In fact the intense feeling was too much. I let out the insanity in broken phrases that only made sense in my head.
“Yes…oh god, so damn, fuck…yeah.. like, ohhh, that.”
My breasts were flattened to the wall. My diamond-hard nipples grazed over the slick surface creating another layer of sensations. I gritted my teeth, unable to express in that moment what I needed to push me over the edge.
As if he was a mind reader, he used his free hand to stroke over my hardened nub. I screamed out my pleasure unable to hold back.
He too found release, pounding into me once, twice as he spilled his hot seed inside me.
I could barely stand and just leaned against the wall. Soapy hands roamed over my body stirring something that couldn’t possibly be, back to life.
“I’ve got you,” he said, nuzzling my neck.
He held me under the sprays and the water rinsed me off. Somehow he managed to comb his fingers through my hair while holding me up. The man had mad skill.
He dried me off as I was still incapable of anything but being cooperating as he took care of me like an infant. He carried me to bed, where I drifted off, sated on every level.
Chapter 4
The warmth from being cocooned in his arms was so seductive I almost didn’t want to wake as he drew patterns on my back.
“Hey there, sleepy head,” he murmured.
I let my eyelids flutter open and gazed dreamily in his eyes. I was caught between reality and fantasy. How was this real?
“What are you drawing on my back?” I asked, drowsily.
He stopped as he answered.
“All the things I’ve ever wanted to say to you.”
The sincerity in his eyes scared me and not because I feared him. I wasn’t sure my heart could take a beating if our post coital bliss was the cause of his words.
I rolled away but not far. Our joined wrist wouldn’t allow for that.
“Why are you running?” he asked.
“You know why?”
Our past was complicated even more so than the Eddie factor.
His sighed. “For the longest time I was sure Eddie was in love with you.”
My jaw dropped. That was the last thing I’d expected him to say. “No way. We’re just friends.”
“I didn’t know that. The only person he ever talked about was you. I figured maybe he hadn’t told you yet.”
Eddie and I had explored the possibility. But after one very weird and failed kiss freshman year in high school we realized we were more like siblings than anything else.
“That didn’t stop you…”
I trailed off remembering one specific night we’d shared together.
“I had a mad crush on you for so long,” he began.
“No way,” I cut in, giggling, and gave him a playful slap.
“Yes way. My senior year I warned all the guys away from you.”
How many jaw dropping moments would I have in this conversation?
“You. Did. Not.”
Surprised filled me, but it explained why I spent the year as a social pariah.
“Eddie kept telling me it wasn’t me,” I said, absently.
“He should know. He helped me.”
I sat up like I had levitating abilities. “I’ll kill him,” I said, already thinking of the many ways I could get away with it.
He chuckled and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Down killer. How will you explain to him you found out?”