I could.
And I wanted more.
I wanted Ronan forever.
I slid my fingers forward until I gripped my cock at the end, only leaving the crown exposed and, instead of pumping, I began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release.
The pressure built inside me.
Flames licked at my lower belly.
And just when I thought he would slow down and turn it from a simple fuck to more of an intimate connection, his demeanor changed again.
He released my hips and snagged both of my nipples within his fingers, twisting them so hard I had to bite back a whimper. I slammed against him, spearing myself on his cock, driving him impossibly deep.
His raw, animalistic grunt filled the air around me.
Keeping a hand on my nipple, he slid his other up to clamp it around my throat. He paused there for a few seconds before sliding it higher until it caught under my jaw, forcing my head to tip up.
With his teeth bared, our eyes locked in the window’s reflection.
I was now pumping my cock so quickly, the movement became a blur.
Each slam of his hips against my ass took us one step closer to the edge. Like I was about to tumble out of that window and free fall to the ground.
I was done. I couldn’t take anymore.
The ring of my anus pulsed and my balls pulled tight. I groaned as cum shot out of me with an extreme force in the most intense orgasm of my life.
I painted the window with thick, white stripes that immediately began to slide down the glass, turning my cum into an impressionist’s painting.
In that moment, I saw stars.
I saw our future.
I saw everything I’d ever wanted in the man standing behind me.
But he wasn’t done and I wasn’t sure I could take any more without simply disintegrating into a million particles of matter that would float away on the slightest breeze.
I swore Roe’s cock swelled even more inside me and made my channel an even tighter fit.
With another low grunt, he drove forward one more time, tensed and stayed buried deep. His cock pulsed as he spilled inside me and a few more drops of cum dripped from my slit to the floor at my feet.
I’d made a mess in a mess-less penthouse.
After one last shudder, his damp forehead pressed to the top of my shoulder.
His chest heaved against my back.
Our sweat mingled, but our choppy and rapid breathing was out of sync.
He might not realize that he was holding me. Practically wrapped around me with his fingers still clutching my throat and his palm still planted on my pumping chest. His hips and sac still smashed against my ass.
Even though I knew it was impossible, I wanted to stay like that forever. Because of that, I wouldn’t move until he did.
The fingers gripping my throat finally loosened, then traced down the length of my neck, while he dragged his other hand across my damp chest.
A caress he didn’t want to be seen as one.
He lifted his head from my shoulder and once again, our gazes met in the window.
It was us in the reflection, still connected, as well as our city beyond.
A turning point? I sure as hell hoped so.
An actual moment of softness? It seemed to be.
But in a flash, it was gone.
He had slammed every wall back up in place and sealed them with concrete.
I tried not to let the disappointment swallow me as he anchored the condom with his hand and slowly pulled out.
Before I could turn around, he was already heading toward the kitchen.
I glanced back at the window and the mess I left on the glass and floor. Nothing new since I always seemed to leave messes behind.
“I’ll clean that up.”
“Leave it.”
“Roe, I can—”
“I want it as a reminder.”
I frowned at his answer as he dumped the full condom into a stainless-steel trash can at one end of the long center island. I knew I’d regret asking, but I did it anyway. “Of?”
“What could’ve been. What you threw away.”
Fuck.
Even though he was back to being distant, it was obvious I had put some more cracks in his walls. With every opportunity he gave me, I would keep chipping away with my sledgehammer.
I would not give up easily. This time I would not walk away. After what just happened, I was more determined than ever.
“We could have that now, Roe.” Despite trying to hide it, a sharpness colored my words since my frustration with his attitude was now at level ten.
He wanted to ignore the way we reconnected. The long buried feelings it stirred back to the surface.
I wouldn’t let him.
But I was done with his stubbornness for tonight. I was mentally exhausted and extremely disappointed. I knew better than to expect a miracle, that things would change for the better so soon.