Chapter Nineteen #2
“M’mmmm.” It’s barely a sound, more of a sigh than a word. Her head tilts back, lashes fluttering, completely lost in what I’m doing to her clit. She’s not even hearing me.
While she’s caught in the pleasure, I inch forward again, slow as I can manage, her body stretching around me. A sharp hiss leaves her, muscles locking beneath me.
I freeze immediately, every muscle locked, my cock buried halfway, throbbing with the need to keep going.
“Easy,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Just breathe, baby. Don’t fight it.”
I remain completely still, every muscle in my body strung tight. She stares up at me, wide-eyed and breathless, her lips parted, her chest rising and falling like she’s trying to find air.
Her gaze doesn’t leave mine.
I brace one hand on the mattress beside her hip, and I slowly push in again.
The pressure makes her suck in a breath, her legs tensing around my hips.
I groan, the sound tearing from my chest with the sensation.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my head dropping forward as I suck in air. She’s so fucking tight, hot, gripping me like her body was made to fit mine. I blink, trying to focus, but her heat nearly knocks the air out of my lungs.
I glance up and swallow hard.
She hasn’t told me to stop yet. And shit, I think I might actually fall apart if she does.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
I’ve never asked a chick that before, because I never cared as long as I was getting off. But everything now is different with her.
Her brows pull together slightly, lips pressing into a line before she whispers, “It feels weird.”
Weird.
Okay, not bad so far, or painful. Just different.
I pull out an inch and then slide back in, careful with every movement.
Her body flexes around me, and it takes every ounce of strength I have not to slam the rest of the way home.
“Is this okay?” I ask.
She nods quickly, her voice soft but certain. “Yeah. It still feels kinda weird.”
God, this is the best fuck I’ve ever had, and I haven’t even started fucking her yet.
I move slowly, with shallow thrusts, letting her adjust, waiting until the tension in her muscles starts to fade.
Every push in has me fighting for control; every pull out leaves me aching. Watching my cock slide in and out of her pussy has my balls tightening, ready to explode. If I go too fast, I’ll blow before she’s had the chance to enjoy it.
I reach up and cup her breast, thumb brushing her nipple, then I squeeze.
She hisses, and fuck, that sound shoots straight to my cock. My hips jerk forward on instinct, burying myself to the hilt.
She gasps beneath me, pussy stretching and tensing around my cock.
I freeze there, deep inside her, giving her a second to breathe through the stretch, through the way I’m fucking claiming every inch of her from the inside out.
She’s so fucking tight. So warm. So goddamn perfect it’s almost unbearable. I lean down, crushing my mouth to hers. Tongues tangling. Breaths stolen.
I kiss her slow. My tongue sliding against hers, tasting her, devouring her. I want her to know what she’s unlocked.
The kiss slows my pulse just enough to keep me from spilling inside her, but it doesn’t make anything easier. My balls are already pulling tight, and we’ve barely started.
Then I move.
Slow.
Deep.
I pull nearly all the way out, until only the head of my cock sits inside her, then I ease back in, burying myself until I’m balls-deep again.
With each thrust, her breath hitches. Her back arches. Her body meets mine, her hips rolling, fucking chasing every inch of me as I move.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I whisper. My hips grind down, and I press my body tighter against hers, pausing. “Just give me a minute before I lose it and finish inside you like a horny teenager.” I breathe the words into her mouth, my lips brushing hers.
Because if she keeps making those sexy fucking sounds, keeps pulling me in deeper with that greedy, dripping pussy, I know I won’t last. And right now… I want to watch her come on my cock before I do that.
She bursts into a giggle at what I just said and hastily covers her mouth, eyes wide, breathless with amusement and desire.
I lift my head from her neck and give her a slow, cocky grin.
“Yeah, laugh all you want. Don’t hold back, because it’s the fucking truth. Your pussy is so fucking tight and I love it.”
I breathe her in, her scent wrapping around me, sweet and dizzying.
Slowly, I shift, sliding one arm beneath her hips and lifting her just enough to keep her shoulders flat, her ass tipped perfectly into me. So I can sink deeper.
She stares up at me, pupils blown, lips parted, as if she’s trying to figure out what the fuck I’m about to do.
That’s when I fuck her, one deep, slow thrust, and I find that sweet spot that makes her back arch and her mouth fall open in a moan that shreds me from the inside out.
“Oh God… please, don’t stop,” she pleads, voice cracked, breathless.
Her nails dig into my arms as I roll my hips the way she needs, hitting that spot again and again, grinding into it.
She moans louder this time, a filthy, helpless sound that goes straight to my balls.
“Good?” I ask, breath jagged, watching her unravel beneath me.
“Fuck, yeah,” she cries out, before she moans again, high and desperate, and her whole body trembles.
Her thighs shake. And fuck if I’m not chasing that moment, chasing her release as if it’s mine too. Because nothing comes close to fucking her right to the edge and watching her fall apart all over my cock.
I move my other hand down lower, over her stomach, before slipping between her thighs. I find her clit, my fingers working in tight, filthy strokes that make her body jerk beneath mine.
“Oh my fucking God, Zane,” she cries out, her voice cracking as her hips lift to meet every stroke. Her eyes are locked on mine, her mouth parted as breathless moans spill out between gasps.
“Yeah,” I growl, grinding deeper, cock buried to the hilt, still fucking her slow, while my fingers work her without mercy. “You feel that? How fucking perfect this is?”
She whimpers, thighs trembling around me.
“Fuck,” I bite out, losing rhythm as her walls clench tighter around my cock.
“Come for me, baby. Fucking come for me before I lose it and fill you up.”
And she does.
Her pussy clenches, body locking tight as she cries out, her whole frame shuddering beneath mine.
She’s still coming when I fuck her hard.
No more slow, controlled strokes. This is desperate, I’m relentless.
“Zane! Fuck, fuck, don’t stop—”
She’s loud.
Perfect.
I thrust into her like I’m losing my fucking mind, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. My cock’s so fucking hard it hurts, and everything in me is burning, on edge, seconds away from shattering.
“God, you feel so fucking good,” I bite out, the pressure building fast, brutal, blinding.
Then it hits.
I groan as the orgasm rips through me, head dropping back, jaw slack, every muscle locking up as I shoot into the condom.
My whole body jerks with every pulse of release, and I can’t stop moving, can’t stop grinding into her as I come, cock milked for everything I’ve got.
I fuck her slow through the aftershocks, both of us already over the edge.
She twitches beneath me, overstimulated.
I lower myself gently, resting on my elbows, lips hovering above hers. I kiss her softly. My forehead presses against hers, our bodies tangled, skin hot and damp.
And for the first time in what seems like fucking forever, I finally breathe.
“Are you okay?” I ask, my voice low, brushing her lips with another kiss as my eyes roam over her beautiful face.
She nods, lips parted, cheeks flushed, lashes heavy. She’s still floating in that orgasm haze, her body loose, her breathing uneven.
“You’re pretty good at that,” she murmurs, a lazy smile tugging at her lips.
I give her my signature smirk. The one that usually gets girls begging for round two.
“Did you expect anything less?”
She snorts, teasing, “Yeah, I suppose all those chicks you’ve fucked… you’d have to get good at it eventually.”
I say nothing about that because none of them meant a damn thing, not like this.
I kiss her lips, tasting the warmth, drawing it out like I never want it to end.
When I finally pull out, the abrupt absence is a cold shock, already missing the slick warmth and rhythmic pressure of her wrapped around my cock.
I take the condom off, tie it in a knot, and throw it in the trash can in the bathroom, not bothering to flip on the light.
I should leave it there, leave her.
That’s what I always do.
Fuck, finish, gone. No lingering. No clingy chicks wanting more. No room for softness.
But my feet don’t take me toward the door.
They take me back to the bed.
She shifts slightly, eyes barely open, lids heavy.
I slide in beside her, pulling her close without thinking.
Skylar snuggles against me, like she belongs. She’s warm and soft and fucking perfect in my arms.
And I just lay there.
Listening to her breathing, catching the rhythm of her chest rise and fall against mine. Her skin is warm, her legs tangled with mine, her hair brushing against my neck, and something about it feels almost... dangerous.
Not because it’s wrong.
But because it hits too fucking real.
This isn’t what I do. I don’t stay or hold girls afterwards. But I can’t bring myself to let go of her.
I watch the ceiling for a while, my hand drifting up and down her spine, trying not to think too hard, or name the thing clawing at my ribs.
But it’s there… loud and fucking obvious.
I’m falling for her.
For Skylar.
And that’s the one thing I told myself I’d never do.
Love makes you soft.
It makes you rely on someone.
And when you rely on someone, they break you. They leave. They fucking destroy every part of you that you’ve worked so hard to protect. I’ve already lived through that shit. I swore I’d let no one get that close again.
But she’s already there.
Wrapped up in my arms.
Under my skin.
All over my fucking heart.
And, fuck me—I don’t know how to stop it or really… if I want to.