Chapter 35
Harper
When my eyes open again,he’s just staring at me a little aghast with his eyebrow sky high.
“See!” I can feel a blush hitting my cheeks. “I knew I shouldn’t tell you. I told you this crush thing…”
“I fucking love this crush thing. Christ… I fucking love it.”
“You do? It’s not weird?”
“I don’t care what the fuck it is. I want more of it.” He grabs my ass and pulls me down onto him, and he’s rock hard and lined up perfectly with my clit. I want him too much right now and I grind against him, bracing my hands on his shoulders.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?”
“Because it’s embarrassing.”
“No, it’s fucking hot as fuck, Saint. Have you touched yourself thinking about me before?” he asks me as his fingers stroke me through the fabric, and I slide over his cock, desperate for more.
“Yes,” I admit even though I know I’ll probably regret it.
“How often? More than once? Recently?” He’s watching me, and I feel like I’m at the center of a strange interrogation.
“More lately. Yes, and the other night?” I say, looking a little sheepish at the last bit.
“Fuck me,” he grits out and when I open my eyes again, he’s staring at me as if I fascinate him.
“What?”
“I need you, and in the future—when you need me—fucking tell me.”
“So you can do what exactly?”
“Come over. Video chat. Watch you. I don’t fucking care as long as I get to participate. Now get up and take these panties off while I get a condom.”
On my list of things I now like—him bossing me around in that tone. I do as he asks and then turn around and watch him as he ditches the rest of his clothes and slides a condom on. I’ve had enough experience with him in recent history to know how big he is, but it’s still intimidating as I watch him stalk toward me.
The beginnings of a smirk forms at the corner of his mouth like he knows just what I’m thinking.
“Don’t worry, Saint. I’ll go easy on you. Give you time to adjust to the size you really need.”
I raise an eyebrow at his arrogance, but it only makes him smugger.
“I want another taste of you later, feel you come on my tongue again like you did on the table. But after all that… I fucking need inside you.”
“Okay,” I whisper, because frankly as much as I love his mouth, I want him to fuck me. I’ve waited long enough to know what he feels like.
“Spread for me, Saint.”
I watch him as he climbs between my legs, lining himself up with me as I spread a touch wider, his fingers running over my thighs. He leans over me as his cock nudges my entrance, and the chain around his neck dangles down in front of me. I grab it and pull, bringing his lips to mine and kiss him roughly.
“You think you can take me like a good girl?” His eyes drift over me, and I tilt my hips forward, letting the tip of his cock slide inside.
“Yes… Fuck,” I whisper against his lips.
He grunts out an inaudible curse as he bows his head.
“More.”
I spread wider and cant my hips, taking him deeper, letting him stretch and fill me until I whimper at just how full it feels.
“You okay?” His brow furrows as he studies me.
“Yes, you’re just… a lot. Like I knew you would be.” I give him a reassuring smile when the lines of his brow crease harder. I take even more of him and a muted curse comes out of me.
“We don’t have to rush it.” He kisses me softly and runs his fingers along the line of my jaw. “Just fuck… Saint. You make me feel like a fucking teenager with how desperate you make me. And when you talk like that…”
“I’m good. Fuck me,” I whisper back, and he thrusts forward, pulling a choked gasp from my lungs into his mouth as he roughly kisses me.
It feels so fucking good, so full and so perfect. I take a breath and it spreads the full feeling through my whole body, making me want more. I roll my hips and the friction it gives me as he slides out and back in again threatens to give me what I want almost immediately.
“I know you joked about it, but fuck…”
“Deeper and fuller than you’ve ever had it?” he asks, a self-satisfied grin spreading over his face.
“Yes. Start slow… but then I want all of you. Hard and fast. Okay?”
“Anything you want.” He flashes a grin in response, pressing a kiss to my lips. He takes the instruction perfectly, starting to fuck me in slow shallow thrusts and then pulling back until he gets deeper and harder.
“Jesus fuck you feel so perfect, Saint. The way you’re taking me and soaking my cock like this. Fuck, you’re a good girl… Taking me so well,” he mutters the words as he picks up his pace.
“It’s not gonna take much more. I… it’s been a bit and after watching you all night…You just feel too good,” I confess.
“Christ, Saint. You talk like that, and I won’t last.” He leans down to kiss me and then he takes me faster. I lift my hips to take him deeper and wrap my fingers around the back of his neck where his shoulders meet and I can feel his muscles flex as he fucks me.
He feels so good and looks so perfect like this, I almost feel like all the misery I’ve been through in the past year has been worth it if this is the reward I get for patience.
I barely last another minute before I start to come. It’s like tiny pulses at first that set my skin and nerves on fire, the kind that threatens to consume me, and then it blooms with an afterburn that makes me feel like I could melt in its wake. I bite my lip when I start to cry out and his eyes darken as they meet mine.
“Let me have it,” he warns, and I curse as he gives me one last aftershock of pleasure so good that I’m fairly certain the neighbors are going to have an entirely new opinion of the quiet divorced girl next door after this.
He comes a second later, hard and fast, like he’s almost surprised by how intensely it hit him. He buries his face into my neck as he groans out the last of it, and the vibrations send a sweet sort of tickle down over my skin right to my shoulder that makes me grin.
He stays that way for a moment and then lifts himself to pull out of me. The outline of him against the light in the hallway highlights every perfect angle of his body and the fangirl flutters rise in my chest again at seeing him.
“Don’t look at me like that, Saint. I need a fucking breather first,” he teases me before he goes to the bathroom for a moment to get rid of the condom.
A minute later and he’s at my side again, kissing his way down my throat.
“I need to clean up so I can get dressed,” I whisper, suddenly self-conscious about how sweaty and gross I probably am now. How I’m going to pull my hair and the rest of me together to go to a VIP party at Tobias’s place, I have no idea.
“Okay but give me a minute first.” He wraps a hand around my middle and pulls me close. “That was so fucking good. I think I’m going to be addicted to you, Saint.”
I roll over and kiss his shoulder before I duck my head under his chin, sliding my hand down over his chest and tracing the edge of one of his tattoos.
“I think I already am,” I admit it before I can stop myself and then cringe when I realize I’ve probably said too much. “I’m not really good at this. That’s why I need the practice, I guess.”
His lips brush over my temple before he talks again.
“You are fucking amazing, but I told you I will give you any and all the practice you want.”
I reach up and kiss him one more time, and his fingers thread through my hair as he kisses me back.
“I’m gonna take a shower real quick. And then try to get ready super-fast so we can leave.”
“Want help?”
“Ha. No, because then we definitely won’t make it there tonight.”
By the time I get out and dry my hair, he’s cleaned up and dressed. He looks like he walked off the cover of a magazine, and I run through everything in my closet twice trying to figure out what to wear. I finally settle on a short black dress.
“You have a bikini?”
“Yeah?” I ask confused.
“Bring it with you.”
“Isn’t it a little late for swimming?”
“He has a heated pool and a couple of hot tubs. Thought it might be fun to have as an option.”
I raise a brow at him.
“And I might just want to show off how fucking sexy my girlfriend is.”
“Is Gabe going to be there?” I give him a playful smile.
His eyes darken as they lift to mine. “Don’t joke, Saint. I had to watch you with someone else before. I won’t do it again.”
“All right. I’m getting ready.”
My heart flutters like I’m a schoolgirl at the implication of this lasting beyond whatever short-term end this fake relationship has. How much I should let myself hope, I’m not ready to think too much about it yet.