42. Amelia
Chapter 42
Amelia
T he drive home has been unbearable. The kind of unbearable that crawls under your skin and pools hot and heavy between your thighs until you're squirming in your seat. Needing friction, needing a release—needing him.
My body thrums with awareness like every cell knows what's coming the second we get home and the front door closes behind us. Because as soon as we cross that threshold, all bets are off. No more pretending. No more holding back. Every stolen glance, every unspoken word, every charged moment we've shared—it's all been building to this.
Tobias eventually pulls into the parking lot, and my heart starts to beat like crazy.
I should be scared of how much I want this, but my body already knows its truth. It was made only for him.
The marks he'll leave won't just be promises. They'll be declarations and ownership. Territory claimed and proof that, after all this time, he's taking what has always been his.
The door clicks shut behind us with a finality that makes my pulse spike. My bags hit the floor with a thud, and when he turns to face me, my lungs forget how to work. His eyes are the darkest I've ever seen them, predatory in a way that makes heat curl in my stomach.
He runs a hand across his jaw and shakes his head like he's trying to clear his thoughts.
"Tobias…" I whisper, his name falling from my lips.
Two seconds. That's all it takes for everything to explode. His hands find me like they were made to hold me, and my legs wrap around his waist like they were always meant to be there. When our mouths crash together, it's desperate and wild—like he needs this as much as I do.
His hand twists in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make pleasure spark down my spine, and when I gasp, he takes advantage. His teeth catch my bottom lip before his tongue sweeps in, tasting, taking, and owning.
His bedroom door meets my back with enough force to pull a whimper from my throat, and he swallows the sound. Stumbling through the doorway, we're a mess of hands and mouths, and by the time he drops me onto his bed, we're both frantic. Clothes disappear like they never existed, and then it's just skin on skin, the first touch of his body against mine feeling like fire.
He cages me beneath him, and when his knee pushes between my thighs, forcing them apart, I can't help but arch into him.
His fingers wrap around my wrists, pinning them above my head. "Stay just like this," he growls against my ear, and I swear I could come just from the sound of it.
Soft lips glide down my throat, and when he reaches my breasts, his mouth closes around one hard nipple, sending pleasure shooting straight through me.
His free hand slides down my side, gripping my hip and holding me in place as his mouth works me over, switching from one breast to the other.
I'm pinned beneath him—exactly where I want to be—when his hand moves to my face and his fingers brush against my lips.
"Open up," he commands, and I obey without hesitation, parting my lips and taking his fingers into my mouth.
My tongue swirls around them, and I watch his eyes darken, pupils blown wide with need as he watches me. When he pulls his fingers free and slides them between my legs, I'm already soaked for him.
"Jesus, Tobias." The words tear from my throat as he adds another finger, curling them in that perfect way that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
"Mmm, there it is." He groans, finding that spot inside me—the one no other man has ever taken the time to look for. His thumb brushes over my clit, circling with just enough pressure that my whole body clenches. "That's it, Firefly. Show me how good it feels. Let go for me."
I don't just fall over the edge. I crash. My back bows as he finger-fucks me, and I feel myself explode. I knew it might happen. It's happened before, alone in my room with my own fingers, but the look on his face tells me he's never seen anything like this.
"Holy shit, Mills."
When he withdraws his fingers, they're glistening with evidence of what he just pulled from my body. His eyes drop between my thighs, and something dark and possessive flashes across his face. Insecurity hits me like a physical blow, and I try to close my legs, but—
"Don't you fucking dare." His grip turns bruising on my skin. "Open them wider. Let me see how hard you just came for me."
Something in his voice bypasses my brain and goes straight to my core. My legs fall open, and the "Fuck" that leaves his lips almost ends me.
"You know you could do that?" I nod, my usual confidence wavering as he stares at me like I'm some kind of phenomenon. "Don't ever hide from me, Amelia. Do you have any idea how hard I am right now? I was already solid, but that… fuck me, that was…"
He doesn't finish.
Instead, he drops his head and drags his tongue over my inner thighs, cleaning every trace of my release. When he reaches that bundle of nerves, he draws it into his mouth, and I can't hold back my moan.
"Fuck me with your tongue," I beg, and he does—spearing into me while my fingers tangle in his hair, holding him exactly where I need him.
I'll never understand how this feels so natural. How the hell did we even get here? I think I might've missed that part entirely.
Tobias climbs my body, and when his lips crash against mine, I lose myself in him.
My fingers curl in his hair as I search for more.
More of him.
More of me on his tongue.
More of us.
The foil wrapper crinkles when he pulls it from the drawer, and I watch him as he tears it open with his teeth. It's such a simple move, but there's something so raw about his confidence that my stomach clenches. I have no idea why it's so hot, but it is.
Without thinking, I reach out and take it from him, my fingers brushing his as he settles back on his knees. His cock is beautiful—thick, hard, and demanding every ounce of my attention.
This is different from when I had him in my mouth. This is me seeing him, actually letting myself drink in every perfect fucking inch.
My mouth waters at the memory of his taste, but I steady my hands, focusing on rolling the latex down his length.
I rise to meet him on my knees, kissing him like I'll die if I don't. His hands find my ass, fingers digging in possessively as he yanks me against him. My nipples brush against his chest, the contact sending sparks of pleasure straight to my clit.
"Lie back for me, baby," he murmurs against my lips, his voice a rough whisper. "I need to watch that pretty face the first time I push inside you."
His words slither down my spine like honey, and I melt back onto the mattress as he hovers over me. I spread my thighs for him, an unspoken invitation, and his gaze drops between us, drinking in the sight of me laid out for him like this.
"Fuck," he breathes, and I hear the restraint cracking in his voice as he positions himself between my thighs.
When he lines up with my entrance, the first touch of him there makes every muscle in my body draw tight with anticipation.
"Promise me I won't lose you if we do this." His voice is rough, almost broken, and when I lift my gaze to his, the vulnerability I see there cracks something deep inside me. "Tell me this won't break us."
My hands cup his face, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as I hold his gaze. "Nothing could break us," I whisper, my voice steady even though my heart is pounding like it's trying to break free. "I'm not going anywhere."
For one endless moment, everything freezes—the solid weight of him above me, the years of memories pressing between us. The undeniable knowledge that deep down, we shouldn't be doing this.
But it's already too late. That line was crossed the first time he touched me. And as I watch the struggle fade from his eyes, I know I'd risk it all for him. For this. For the way he looks at me like I'm everything he's ever wanted but never thought he could have.
He presses into me slowly, his forehead lowering to mine as we both exhale shaky breaths.
With one powerful thrust, he fills me completely. Two gasps fill the room—mine and his—as my walls stretch around him, gripping him so tightly that his forehead drops to my shoulder.
"Jesus fuck, you're strangling my cock," he rasps, slowly pulling back before slamming forward again, harder and deeper.
He rears up suddenly and wraps his hand around my ankle. Lifting my leg to his shoulder, he presses his lips to the delicate skin of my calf.
"I didn't think anything could feel better than your mouth," he grits out, never breaking our eye contact as he drives forward. "But being inside you… fuck, Mills."
My body arches into him, my hands sliding down his arms as he fucks me like I'm something sacred but also something he needs to break apart and put back together.
"Don't stop." I pant, my voice wrecked. "You feel so fucking good."
He drops his thumb to my clit, pressing hard as he bends and captures my mouth again, swallowing the strangled moan that escapes me.
"Right there. I'm so close." My nails dig crescents into his shoulders as he drives into me over and over.
I shatter around him, my body locking up as pleasure explodes through me. Then I feel him swell inside me, his thrusts turning erratic before he buries himself to the hilt, a guttural growl vibrating against my lips as he spills into me.
When his breathing finally matches mine, he props himself on his elbows, brushing damp strands of hair from my face with a tenderness that contradicts how he just ruined me.
"Well, it's safe to say we've just destroyed our friendship," I laugh, trying to ignore the anxiety clawing up my throat.
"You're making jokes while I'm still inside you?" He quirks an eyebrow, dropping kisses along my jaw.
"It's either that or admit how I'm feeling and awkwardly ask where you want me to sleep since it's almost midnight." His head snaps up, confusion clouding those beautiful eyes. "I'm not trying to assume anything, Tobias."
"You seriously think I'd fuck you and kick you out?"
"No, but you don't do sleepovers. At least not since I've been here, so…"
"First of all, I'm not that asshole. But what we just did, Mills? I've never felt anything like that before."
"Really?" I whisper.
"Yeah, really." He carefully pulls away from me and rolls onto his side. "Listen, you can stay here, or if you need space, I won't be offended. But I need to deal with this first, okay?" I nod, searching the floor for my underwear while he heads to the bathroom.
When he returns, naked and looking like some fucking god who just rewrote every standard I've ever had about sex, my mouth goes dry. He pulls on some boxer briefs, tucking himself away before stalking back to the bed. He leans down, hands cradling my face.
"Well? Am I sleeping alone?"
"I'm staying."