Chapter 11 Middle-of-the-Night Marathon
Middle-of-the-Night Marathon
Duke
Fucking perfect.
This girl feels so fucking perfect I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep myself from coming.
She’s hot and swollen and soft, and the feel of her coming on my dick sends my pulse, my thoughts, my will to live into a death spiral.
“Duke.” She’s whimpering, her hands moving to my face. “Wow. I’m…not okay.”
I kiss her neck, trailing my nose up the column of her throat before capturing her mouth with my own. “What can I do to fix that?”
“Nothing,” she breathes. “There’s nothing that needs fixing. That was…just. Wow.”
I let myself chuckle, even as my balls scream in agony. I’m prouder than I probably should be that I finally made this girl let loose. Let go.
She’s surrendering to me and to the moment for once. How can I convince her to keep doing that?
“Good,” I manage, rocking into her tight heat. Maybe now you’ll give me a shot. “You feel so good, sweetheart. We fit so good.”
I wonder if being under the covers, lost in complete darkness, is why I’m so attuned to her every breath, every noise, every movement. I’m aware of her, of us, in a way that’s an enormous turn-on.
She runs her thumb over my lips. “Don’t stop.”
“Couldn’t.” I kiss the pad of her thumb. “Couldn’t ever stop. But I’m close.”
Her hands move to my sides, that thumb catching on my nipple. I curse.
She does it again before moving to the other nipple. “What else can I do to make you feel as good as I do right now?”
My chest squeezes. I like how she gives as good as she gets in every sense of the expression. She’s generous, invested in this being good for both of us, and I…Christ, I’m flying so fucking high right now.
“I wanna come inside you so bad.” I impale her on a hard thrust, our bodies smacking when they meet. “But I also don’t wanna get us into trouble.”
“I told you, I’m on the pill.” She lifts her head to kiss my shoulder before moving to my neck. “We’re good.”
“Sweetheart, this is so much better than good.”
“Yeah?”
I manage to scoff. “Yeah.”
“Please.” Her voice takes on a desperate edge. And the way she clings to me, fingers curling into my sides—it’s like she’s worried I won’t stay.
Not a chance.
The heaviness in my core becomes unbearable. My hips jerk, and for several strokes, I rut like a goddamn animal, mindless with lust. Best sex I’ve had, no question.
It’s Wheeler.
How smart she is.
How creative and curious and open-minded.
It’s also being in a bed that’s not mine in a town I don’t know. I love the idea of tomorrow being wide open. No literal or proverbial shit to shovel. No busted tires on trailers or four a.m. wakeup calls.
Nice little break from a routine that’s really been wearing on me.
Wheeler moans, pressing her tits against my chest. She runs her fingernails up and down my sides, the pressure she applies just right. Goose bumps break out on my arms and legs.
I shove inside her one last time.
The pressure.
The heat.
I can’t believe I’m inside Wheeler Rankin right now.
I can’t believe she finally let me in.
White light explodes from my center outward. I come with a guttural moan, her name on my lips as the orgasm slams into me.
It knocks the wind out of my lungs. I can’t breathe. Can’t move. I just feel, my entire being a live wire of sensation.
“Duke.” Wheeler’s voice is a whisper, her lips catching on the underside of my chin. “Take your time. No rush. No rush. I love the feel of you like this.”
Raw. Bare. Exposed.
I should have some sense of self-preservation. Yeah, Wheeler is letting me have her tonight. But there’s something keeping her from jumping in with both feet. Who knows how she’ll feel in the morning?
But I know I’m already in too deep to fight. I don’t want any drama. Definitely don’t want to play games. Wheeler is one of a kind, and I’ve been around long enough to know she’s something special.
A small eternity later, the shock waves finally subside. My body feels hollowed out.
And Wheeler—she still feels warm and inviting. I kiss her, a slow, deep, lingering pull and press of tongue, lips, breath.
She’s breathing hard. I get it. I can’t catch my breath either. Our skin is sticky with sweat.
Can’t help it. I smile.
“What?” she whispers.
“Mission accomplished.”
Wheeler scoffs. “You got in my pants?”
“I got you warm.”
She goes still at that. Then, after a beat: “You did. Thank you.”
“You okay if I pull out? Might hurt a little, but I wanna get you cleaned up. This is gonna be messy.”
“That a problem?” Her finger trails down my chest.
“Jesus fuck.”
“What?”
“Just—” I straighten my elbows, using my core to lift myself off her. “You wouldn’t mind the mess, would you?”
“The mess I’m makin’ with you?” Her accent drips with honey. “No, Duke. I don’t mind that.”
I hang my head. Stay calm. Stay cool. You like her, but that don’t mean you do something stupid and fall too fast and too hard.
“Deep breath,” I manage. “Hold on to me if you need to.”
I hear her hair catch on the sheets when she nods, her breasts rising to meet my chest. Her hands are on my shoulders again. “I’m definitely going to be sore.”
“You gonna be walkin’ bowlegged like me tomorrow?”
She laughs. “Yeah. Maybe.”
“Another deep breath.”
She does as I tell her. I slowly—slowly—rock my hips backward, pulling out of her inch by inch.
Her breath catches. I lean down to kiss her mouth. Moving my lips to her cheek, I taste salt.
My turn to go still.
She’s crying.
The calculation happens within the space of half a heartbeat. She’s not crying because she’s sad or lonely or in too much pain.
She’s crying because she’s overwhelmed. I know this because I’m overwhelmed. In a really fucking awesome way.
My pulse goes apeshit. Does this mean—
I don’t know, could it mean this ain’t casual for her?
The fantasy unwinds in my mind. Us staying in this bed all weekend. Us driving home and me asking her on a date. Her saying yes. Me going on another trip with her. Another and another and another. Us dancing at the Rattler every Friday night. Us sleeping in at my place every Saturday morning.
Rein it in, asshole.
I’m getting way, way ahead of myself here. But the fantasy is warm and real, same as Wheeler is warm and real underneath me right now.
I want you, sweetheart. So fucking bad.
Kissing away her tears, I pull all the way out of her. I feel a rush of cum follow. Sheets are gonna be wet. Wonder where the linen closet is?
Wheeler whimpers, her grip on me tight. My heart turns over.
“You hurtin’?”
“Yeah. A little.”
I brush my nose against hers. “A little? Or a lot?”
“Just a little.”
“I’m gonna get you dressed in some of my clothes, okay? That way, you’re not freezing when you go to the bathroom.”
“You really don’t need to—”
“Yes, Blue, I really do need to.”
I can’t see a damn thing, but I picture Wheeler biting her bottom lip, a smile working its way across her face.
“Okay.”
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
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My dick wakes me up.
Correction: My dick pressing into something soft and warm wakes me up.
I’m warm. So is the woman I’m currently spooning.
Holy fucking shit, it’s Wheeler.
Wheeler is in my bed. We fucked. It was awesome.
She’s still here.
I am rock-hard. Hungry in every sense of the word.
That’s when I realize she’s pressing her ass into my pelvis. Opening my eyes, I see that it’s still pitch-black. Late, then. Or early.
The world outside the windows is quiet. The blizzard is dying down.
“You okay?” My voice is hoarse with sleep, gravelly with need.
Her hand lands on my side. “I’m sorry to wake you up, but I—I’m sorry, Duke, but I need…well…you.”
She gropes for my hand, which she takes and guides over the swell of her hips.
I hiss when she presses our fingertips into her sweet little cunt.
She’s slippery with arousal.
“You need me to take care of you?” I circle my fingers over her clit, making her moan.
“Yes, please.”
“So polite. How do you want me?”
“I like it best when you—you know, take charge.”
Chuckling, I scrape my stubble over her nape as I lift her leg and pull it back and up so that it rests on my top leg. I find her center again and run my fingers up and down the delicious softness of her slit.
I’m gentle when I press my first finger to her entrance. “This hurt?”
“No.”
“Good.” I use that finger and my thumb to hold her open. It’s a little awkward, but I manage to roll over ever so slightly to free my other hand. Then I grab my dick and guide it to her pussy. “Don’t forget—”
“I’ll use my words. I know.”
“Nice and easy.” I push my crown inside her, my eyes rolling to the back of my head at the sweetness of her viselike grip on me. “Fuck naw. This ain’t nice. This is fuckin’ heaven. You—this greedy little cunt of yours—I can’t stand how fuckin’ good you feel.”
“Duke,” she warbles, her hand on my hip again as I push in farther. “I’m—it’s a lot—but—so good.”
I move my fingers to her clit, gathering moisture on my fingertips. “I’m gonna go a little faster this time. You can take it. You trust me, don’t you? You know I’ll fuck this cunt hard and good. I’ll make it so good for you.”
“Yeah.” She’s crying again. I can tell by the thickness of her voice.
“You all right, Blue? This good crying or bad crying?”
“Good. Always. Go. Please.”
Inhaling, I firm my abdominals, breathe out, and push all the way inside her. It takes real effort because she’s so tiny.
But then I’m there, balls-deep in heaven.
Wheeler makes a choking sound, my name on her lips. But she doesn’t tell me to stop.
“I know this is a lot for you.” I reach up to paint her nipples with her slickness. They’re hard, her breasts firm, filling my hand. “But you’re really doing so well. Give it a minute. I feel you stretching for me, yeah? You feel it too?”
“I do. Oh, Duke.” She arches her back and reaches behind her, digging her fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck. “This feels amazing. More. Please. Anything you do, I want more of it.”
I’m smiling like an idiot in the darkness as I begin to fuck her in earnest. I play with her nipples, her pussy fluttering around me.
“Touch yourself.” I take her hand and guide it to her center. “Make yourself come on my dick. You know how much I like that.”
“Okay.” Her fingers move over her clit.
“Good girl.”
She comes a few heartbeats later, her body seizing. I soothe her as best as I can, murmuring her name in her ear while I steadily rock in and out of her.
So much skin. So much closeness, her body wrapped up in mine. We’re a cozy, warm mess underneath the covers, and I wonder vaguely if I’ve ever been happier.
I come inside her with a curse. She laughs. My heart has wings.
I want this to last forever. But I know all good things must come to an end.