I laugh and sit up, bringing his face to mine and kissing him again. “You can’t tell me you never thought about it back then.”
“I wanted to wait until you were older,” he says between panted breaths.
“Guess what? I’m older.” I unbutton his jeans and lie back.
He pulls a condom out of his pocket and secures it over his hard cock.
I inch toward him, impatiently waiting for him to be inside me.
Coen glides his erection over my soaked folds and then enters me so fucking slowly.
We moan at the same time, his hardness filling me to the brim.
He leans down, wrapping his arm around my waist and tilting my body up toward him. Coen plants the other hand above my head and thrusts himself inside me. He’s methodic at first, but then picks up his pace, slamming his cock deeper.
I shove my hands up under his shirt and dig my nails into his back, pulling him closer and begging him silently for more. More closeness. More of him. More of his cock.
“God, J, you’re so tight, I’m afraid I’m going to hurt you.”
“You need to stop worrying about hurting me all the time.” I pivot myself closer toward him, letting him know with my body that I can handle whatever he gives me. “Here, let me on top.” I nudge him to move.
He reluctantly complies, and I straddle his lap, gliding carefully up and down on his shaft, adjusting to the change in position. Still moving, I drag the straps of my dress over my shoulders and expose my chest. I latch onto his hands and cover both of my breasts with them.
Coen swivels his hips and fucks me while I ride his cock. “You feel so good.”
“Still afraid you’re going to hurt me?” I lean forward and plant my hands on both sides of his head and give myself something to push against. I slam myself onto his cock and revel in the pleasure it gives us both.
Coen cups my face in his hands and kisses me with so much passion I could die right here and now and be completely okay with it. Oh how I’ve longed for these lips, this broken boy, the way he makes me feel.
“I love you, June.”
My core tightens at those words. The ones I wanted to hear for so long. The ones that I had doubted for a decade, only to be proven wrong, that he really did love me after all. “I love you, Coen.”
I shove my mouth onto his, our tongues dancing wildly, ravenously. My pussy tightens around him, and I bite at his lip as my climax rattles through me.
Coen grips my waist and fucks me all the way through both of our orgasms, his happening in tandem with mine. “Fuck,” he moans.
I quiver on top of him, both from the pleasure and the cold air nipping at my exposed skin.
“I love you,” he tells me again, like I might not have believed it the first time.
A car alarm goes off in the distance, reminding me that we're out here in the open, just barely above eyesight range. Only someone on another rooftop or a passing plane might spot us, but still, the adrenaline rushes through me from fucking in public like this.
Coen kisses my forehead, then my nose.
I climb off of him and collapse on the blanket, completely grateful for this entire night. Although, even after everything he’s told me, it still feels like there’ssomethinghe’s not saying. It’s only a matter of time until I figure out what it is.
I just hope it doesn’t ruin us like last time.
6
DOMINIC
Iput out one fire, and another ignites.
The shitstorms are endless.
They consume my waking hours, and plague any chance I have at sleep.