He’s been gone three damn years but now he’s back and fighting with everything he has to keep me. Death made it clear where I stand with him. He doesn’t want me. Not in the way Fisher does.
Fisher loves me.
He needs me.
Fisher pulls away first. “Let’s get you home.”
We drive back to my place and crawl into my bed together. Fisher doesn’t try to touch me, but I wish he would. I need him to want me. To make me remember how good we were together. How fucking good we made each other feel. How nothing or no one else existed when it was the two of us. He was all I needed, and I was all he ever wanted. I need that back. I need to get lost in him.
To fade away from the real world.
To let all my troubles disappear.
He lays next to me in the dark on his back with his eyes closed. I know he’s not asleep.
I roll over him, straddling his hips. I press my lips to his fevered skin.
His hands go to my waist. Brushing his thumbs over my hip bones, he stares at me a beat. “Does my baby need to get off?”
“Yeah, Fisher. I need fucked hard.”
“There’s my dirty girl I’ve missed.”
He brings my hand to his mouth and kisses the pad of my thumb. “Get naked and let me watch you play with that pussy of mine.”
I yank my top over my head and lean back to jerk my pants and undies off with Fisher’s eager help. His stormy grey eyes stay on me, watching every move. Assuming the position, I spread my legs, giving him a perfect view. I start out slow, sliding a palm between my breasts and down my belly till I reach my pussy. Fisher’s hand goes inside his boxer briefs to play.
“No fair. I wanna watch too.”
He grins at me, dragging his teeth over his bottom lip. He knows what I want. A show. Pumping his fist up and down his shaft, he matches my tempo as I play with my clit for him.
“Fuck, my baby has a pretty pussy.” He continues to stroke his length, never taking his eyes off me, keeping up the dirty talk he knows drives me wild. “Jesus, I bet you’re so wet I’ll slide right in. Gonna fuck my sweet Freya. Make my baby come so damn hard she’ll see stars.”
I let out a whimper, finger fucking myself hard and fast. I hedge closer and closer to getting off. My mouth waters as I watch Fisher jerking his dick inside his fist. I’ve always loved watching him get off and making him come.
“Don’t you dare come till you’re ridin’ me,” he growls and yanks me up and over. Fisher thrusts up, filling me with his fat cock that I know as well as my own body. He’s right. I’m so wet and ready he glides straight to the hilt. Can’t believe I’d nearly forgotten how much I used to crave this. How I loved being owned completely by him. I never questioned his love till that crap with April went down.
Our life was perfect till then.
I had all I needed in him. In my motorcycle man.
I know I have codependency issues. That I hate being alone. I know before that I depended on him a little too much.
But we were good together. Better than good. We were great.
Until our perfect life was ripped away and all I was left with was broken promises and lies.
Pushing the negative thoughts away, I grind down on his dick and roll my hips, seeking an escape from reality. I surrender to Fisher, giving him my body, and possibly a way back into my heart.
He plays my body well. Caressing and biting all the tender spots. Pushing all my buttons.
“Fuck your man, Freya. Make me come.”
I bounce on his thighs, riding him slow and steady, taking my time to tease him till he begs for release.
Fisher loves control but there are times when he gives it all to me.
I awaken pinned to my bed with an elbow pressed to my throat. I let out a startled yelp and gasp. Fisher jerks away from me as though I burned him and drops to the floor with his hands over his face. “I’m sorry, baby. Fuck. Shit.”