Chapter 15
FIFTEEN
EDDIE
While Pearce stayed true to his word and didn’t act differently in front of my daughter, every glance, slight uplift of my lips, and the barely there touches when Lottie wasn’t looking were enough to make it almost impossible to not race through bedtime.
By the time Lottie was fast asleep, I all but vibrated in need.
It was that absolute need combined with the knowledge I was leaving tomorrow that had me dragging him into his bedroom. As soon as the door locked with a heavy snick, I was on him. Between tugging off his suit and tearing my own clothes off, I whispered my need for him.
“You were so incredible tonight.” I landed another kiss on his stomach before backing up on the mattress, making my intentions perfectly clear.
“Yeah?” His gaze didn’t stray as he watched my every move.
When I lay back, I bent my legs, opening myself to him.
“Fucking hell,” he said with a groan and knelt on the mattress, eyes zeroing in between my legs.
With the way his eyes darted around, it was clear he didn’t know where to settle—my dripping cock or my aching hole.
“Why don’t you get over here so we can celebrate properly?
” That I sounded like I’d run a marathon with just how ragged my breaths were was a testament to just how desperate Pearce made me.
Watching him play had worked me up to the point of embarrassed discomfort.
Then all those small tells over our late supper that let me silently know what he wanted to do to me had been enough to have me craving the man.
I felt wanton as fuck, and it was one hell of a rush I could totally get on board with.
Before he moved, I snatched the lube I’d thrown on the mattress. The opening click and the following dribble of fluid on to his fingers was enough for goose bumps to spring to life.
“You look fucking hot.” The reverence in his voice caught my breath, my heart tripping over itself.
And then finally, at last, he moved, angling down, his mouth touching my skin.
Fire chased Pearce’s kisses as he worked his way up from my ankle to my thigh.
I groaned, stomach tightening, only to huff out a rumbling sigh when he bypassed my dick and latched on to my nipple instead.
He nibbled and lapped, causing me to squirm before combustion was possible, especially with how his fingers stretched as they worked in and out of me.
I was nowhere near as ready as I had been that first night, courtesy of the plug, but I wanted the sting, to stretch around his girth so badly, I panted, “I’m ready. Get inside me.”
His quiet chuckle reached my ears and drew my gaze to his. With flushed cheeks and blown pupils, Pearce was the epitome of delicious. And I couldn’t wait until he was back inside me. This time with no untimely interruptions.
“But that’ll mean I can’t do all the things I imagined.”
“If your imagination went beyond the bounds of your dick in my ass, then it can wait.”
A self-satisfied grin beamed on his face as he angled up, this time sensibly reaching for the condom. “Since you look so hot when you’re squirming—”
“Not squirming.”
“Uh-huh.”
I so was squirming.
“Well, since you look so hot when you’re pretending not to squirm, I’m happy to go easy on you.”
The way he looked at me, the small smirk, heated eyes, it was enough to get me wriggling. The asshole knew what he was doing. Meanwhile here I was, needier than I’d ever been in my life, and wondering what the fuck I’d been playing at for the past five years.
Rather than share any of that with him, I grinned. “Not too easy on me.” Sure, I liked the idea of going soft and slow with Pearce—a couple of mutual hand jobs had already gone down that way—but for this first time of fucking, desperation kept a firm grip on my body.
“That,” he said, voice dipping as he edged closer, brushing his covered cock along my taint until it reached my lubed hole, “I can promise you.”
Inch by slow, delectable inch, Pearce eased inside me. The stretch, the burn, was everything I needed. It grounded me, and even as I released a shuddery breath, my gaze latched on to his, refusing to let go.
I wanted every reaction, every tender, heated look.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered, his tone reverent and enough to make my breath hitch as he bottomed out. I groaned, the sound loud in the otherwise quiet room.
Latching on to his ass with my palms, I stilled him, needing a moment to settle and savor. “And you’re perfect,” I managed, not hiding the rush of feeling with my words.
His gaze softened, and he angled down, catching my mouth in a blazing kiss, the fierceness a contrast to his gentle words and sweet gaze. Holding on tight, I kissed him back with everything I had, swallowing our combined moans and groans as I squeezed his glutes, urging him to move.
After a couple of shallow thrusts, his mouth left mine. There was no chance to complain, only need when he pushed into me harder, rocking my body and pegging my prostate with the perfect touch. At contact, my gasp turned into a garbled “Nnghh….” Pearce simply smiled and redoubled his efforts.
One thing became crystal clear in this moment: Pearce was giving me everything I craved, everything I desired without me having to make a single demand. And me? Hell, I was along for the ride.
My grip didn’t waver as I clung to Pearce, helping him with every thrust and movement.
I canted my hips, meeting his, wanting him to go so deep I’d be feeling him for the days to come when we’d be apart.
“I need to feel you,” I said with a strangled moan, wanting him to know exactly what he was doing to me.
“Right there.” I grunted as he gave a fast roll of his hips and a deep pump. “I need you to fucking mark me.”
I didn’t have a moment to second-guess my words, ones that had never in my life fallen from my lips, before he was on me, mouth clasped to the juncture between my shoulder and my neck. Pearce shifted his arm under mine, almost cradling me as he held me close.
Continuing to drive into me, he sucked hard, each pull of skin punctuated by a deep thrust that had me seeing stars.
His mouth moved lower to my shoulder, and he shifted his hips, grinding into me, and nipped lightly and sucked.
And holy fuck, knowing I’d be seeing the physical evidence of Pearce and what he was doing to me shot a new wave of desire straight to my cock.
My dick pulsed and rubbed against his stomach. The friction spurred me on, and I rubbed against him as much as the position and his weight would allow.
“I’m gonna…”
He let go, turning his face to see me. Sweat dotted his brow, his pupils blown, and then he smiled, and my building orgasm powered through me.
“Holy shit,” he said with a throaty groan, renewing his efforts when my body went taut beneath him. “So.” He thrust deep and lifted to take his weight on his palms. “Fucking.” He dipped his head, looking at the creamy mess on our stomachs. “Hot.”
The flash of heat in his eyes when he looked back at me had my hand moving. I trailed my finger along the smooth release, scooped some up, and lifted my hand toward his mouth.
“Fuck.” He moaned, eyes closing a second after he drew my cum-covered finger into his mouth, sucked hard, and then he blew.
Pearce gasped around my finger, shuddering, ass cheek like granite under my palm as he stilled inside me, dick so far in my ass I knew my wish to feel him for days had been fulfilled.
I withdrew my finger and then he all but collapsed on top of me. I grunted, but when he shifted with a clear intent to move, I held on tight.
“But I’m squashing—”
“You’re perfect where you are.”
My words did the trick, and he relaxed against me, his weight a welcome comfort as I trailed my fingers over his back, enjoyed his slowing breaths next to my ear as he burrowed his head further into my shoulder. After a few moments of quiet, his tender kisses drew a happy sigh from me.
Pearce angled up a little, focus on my shoulder before our gazes connected. “They look so sexy on you.” A wry grin lifted his lips. “When was the last time you had a love bite?” His fingers danced over what I was sure were his marks.
Feeling a little silly for what I pleaded for, I felt color stain my cheeks. His brows bounced high when he took in my reaction, but he waited for my words with satisfaction clear as day on his face. “Never,” I admitted.
“Yeah?” Rather than the same self-satisfied tone I expected, tenderness filled his voice. Wordlessly, I nodded. “I like it a lot that you asked for them. Wish like hell I’d asked for the same.”
My heart stuttered at the sincerity of the man before me.
“Wish that I had something more than the memory to get me through till the next time I see you.”
I angled up and pressed my lips to his before settling my head back on the pillow.
This was the first time we’d properly broached the subject that I’d be leaving tomorrow.
Other than the logistics about Lottie and me going, we hadn’t touched on what’s next and when—more from an unspoken agreement not to bring us both down than anything else.
Knowing I needed to suck it up and have a grown-up discussion, but hopefully also have a plan for us both to have something to look forward to, I offered a gentle smile. “How about we shower together and make plans?”
He relaxed a little. I hadn’t even noticed how tightly he’d drawn in his shoulders. “I like plans.”
I snorted. “Plans for hijinks and being a pain in the ass to your teammates, probably.” I indicated for him to lift up, and he did so almost begrudgingly.
“Those types of plans are super important. Do you know how long some of the shit I do takes to get organized?”
I rolled my eyes, keeping up with the low-key jesting despite how sexy he looked pulling off the condom. Maybe I should lick him clean before we showered.