17. Sofia
17
SOFIA
T he satisfying burn and stretch of Orion filling me up has me panting. God, are we doing this? Yes. Yes, we are. And it feels so good.
Once he’s seated fully inside, he pauses, brushing the hair from my face as he looks down at me with a sweet mix of emotions in his eyes. His arms bracket my shoulders as he sets a slow pace. The friction has me biting my lip.
His nostrils flare in response. “You okay?”
I nod, smoothing my hands up his side, which makes him shiver. That breaks a grin out across my face.
“I have a feeling I’m not the one in control here. Am I?” A soft tease, even as his hips start to churn a dark, warm pleasure in my middle.
“Did you want to be?” My nails scrape over his lower back, and I’m rewarded with a low groan.
“As long as I can have you, it doesn’t matter who’s in charge.”
I laugh, which has me clamping down on him. We both moan, prodding quicker movements, sharper thrusts until he’s got a steady pace and I’m just holding on.
Orion kisses along my neck, giving me light bites that keep me semi-grounded. Because the shape of his cock means he’s naturally able to hit a spot deep inside me that has me purring.
He grumbles in my ear, “I like your nails.”
I don’t need any other direction, scoring them down the full length of his back and letting them bite into his round ass as he buries himself as deep as he can, nudging the very ends of me with the head of his cock until my toes start to curl.
“Oh, God.” I gasp against his shoulder as I hold him to me, grinding us together until my core starts to flutter.
My grip doesn’t hold him in place for long. Big swings of his hips have him thrusting into me like mad.
I’m on the brink, wavering, wanting this to last longer, but it’s been so damn long since I’ve taken a cock like this.
Because I swore Orion and I would never get here. That I’d never let him in.
But now, I can’t imagine how I’ve held this off for so long.
Those perfect blue eyes shine against his golden skin and hair, watching me, ensuring that he’s taking care of me as I slowly lose sense of myself.
Pleasure detonates in my core, bucking me up against him with a sharp cry that I cut off with the butt of my palm. I bite down, riding out the waves as Orion slows.
I whimper as my body settles under his stroking hands.
His mouth is against my ear. “I’m nowhere near done with you yet. I hope you don’t mind.”
My laughter is a bit unhinged, but do I mind? Oh, not in the least.
I answer him with a kiss before he takes that as his cue to continue having his way with me. I’m flipped onto my stomach, hips pulled up and knees spread before he plunges back into me. My groan is lost in the bedding beneath me. Smart move.
He fucks me like a man on a mission, wiping every cobweb from my pussy and then some.
I’m drowning in the pleasure of multiple orgasms by the time his hips smack my ass with short, hard taps. Orion’s breath comes in heavy waves, and the lingering aftershocks have me consciously tightening around him.
His garbled cry sends him off rhythm until he’s pressed so tightly against me, I swear he’s trying to crawl inside my pussy.
I let the pleasure pulse through me as he lowers himself over my back, planting sweet kisses along my shoulders.
“Fucking brilliant.” His words are reverent.
I have to admit, this is better than I imagined it would be with Orion. And maybe that’s the trust he finally showed me. I don’t want to be another mistake for him. I don’t want to break him down until he’s only a soulless flirt and nothing more.
Because he’s shown me otherwise, hasn’t he?
I’d underestimated him from the start.
And now…
Now, I’m rather attached, rather protective of him and us and this.
Orion slips away from me for only a minute, coming back with a warm, wet washcloth to clean me up before he slides behind me and covers us both with the strewn about covers. I fall asleep quickly, with his hand on my breast and belly, keeping me tight against his slick, hard body.
I wake up first, my face tucked against Orion’s chest. My fingers draw small shapes against the small smattering of hair between his pecs. He doesn’t have a lot, but I can’t get over how so much of him is golden.
Crawling over him to get out of bed jostles him awake, but there’s no helping it. He catches large handfuls of my curves on the way, smiling up at me in a way I can’t help but reciprocate.
I bat his hands away as I walk into the bathroom to take a quick shower and brush my teeth. He’s waiting at the door when I come out, jeans on without his shirt. All of that skin is so distracting, but his touch is even more so.
He tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear and really looks at me, like he can see the awkward version of myself that I keep hidden away most of the time. It’s the insecure part—the one I’ve had to beat into submission for most of my life.
“You okay, Sofia?”
I nod, gripping my towel as the only barrier between us.
He frowns a little. “Are you sure?”
Taking a deep breath, I nod again. “Just a little unprepared for this part, I guess.”
“You? Unprepared for something? I must have really caught you by surprise, then.” He nuzzles my neck. “I thought I’d been pretty clear about my intentions from the get go.”
That has me laughing a little. “Yes. You were transparent.”
“But you’re still going to run away on me, aren’t you?” The vibration of his low voice against my damp skin is too much for me.
I place my hand on his chest and slip past him. “Right this second? Probably. Yes.”
A little of the happiness glowing in his eyes dims, and I turn to get dressed, packing away my things as he watches me. I’d had most of it all set to go last night. Like he said, I do like to be prepared, and we have to check out before we go to the studio this morning.
God, and what if someone heard us last night? What if they’ll be able to tell what happened when they see us?
Orion is behind me again as I place my things by the door, trapping me against it. “Hey. Wait.”
I suck in a shaky breath, then another, before I turn in his arms and look into those clear blue eyes.
He searches me for a moment before he kisses me again. It’s slow and sweet and full of emotion that I’m not quite ready for. “I don’t want this to end once we’re home.”
He doesn’t? I open my mouth, but words fail me. I can’t voice all of the problems that could cause for him, especially with his past. It will paint this in such a negative light, even if he’s not my professor.
“I know. But just…” Those nimble fingers smooth through my hair, and the move has so much care in it that I break a little bit inside. “Just think about it.”
He’s still so near, so warm and comfortable and right. I kiss him, letting my attraction to him drive me. As dangerous as this is, I will think about it, and I try to make sure he knows.
Orion doesn’t look so worried when I pull back, simply nodding as I press myself against the door.
I point at him. “Behave yourself.”
His laugh eases some of the tension in my shoulders before I shoo him back and take a peek out the peephole. When I see that it’s clear, I grab my things and slip out, going down early to help everyone set up their luggage to be packed into the bus and hand in their room keys.
Breakfast and the half-day on set are a blur. It’s difficult to act normal around everyone else. Orion keeps drawing my gaze, and he’s not so subtle about staring at me.
Leann is sour but quiet, glaring at me, Orion, and the director. She’s even quiet on the ride home, which bothers me more than it should. I want to believe she’s learned a little humility, but I have a bad feeling this isn’t the case.
When we arrive back at the university, I oversee the luggage being taken off the bus and wish each of them a good night before I grab my own.
I even smile at Leann as I hand over her bags. “Have a good night, Leann.”
She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah. Whatever.”
And then, the girl is stomping off to a waiting car. I’m relieved when she’s finally gone. It’s hard to nail down, but I have an inkling that she’s going to be causing trouble before long.
Orion lingers on the sidewalk with me, and once everyone’s gone, he steps nearer. “Can I give you a ride home?”
I smile at him, glad to be back on mostly normal footing. “No. I’ve got one.”
As if on cue, Dad’s car pulls into the spot beside the bus.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, though.”
When I turn to the car, Dad waves, and I wave back before planting my hands on my hips at the sight of Noah in his booster seat.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in bed?” I ask as my son clambers out of the car and runs to me. I drop down and open my arms to him for the sweetest hug. We don’t spend nights away from each other if we can help it. Mostly for my own sanity. “Oh, did you miss me?”
He nods into my shoulder as I pick him up, carrying him around the back of the car as I put my luggage in the trunk. I turn to see Orion watching us, his hands in his pockets and head slightly tilted to take all of this in.
What must he think now?