Chapter 17
Ash
I was already worked up–breathing too fast, skin buzzing, head so far from on straight it was laughable. I was a whining, moaning mess, and that was just from his mouth.
Thayer stopped again, pulling his head away right before I fell–only this time, he hovered over me.
He’d been hard at work, guiding me to the edge, just to shove me back at the last second for what felt like hours now.
And I was nearing my limit.
My throat hurt from crying out every time he stopped, and I could feel the stiffness in my cheeks from dried tears, but Thayer kissed them tenderly…and I was good again.
I had him back on top of me–crowding me–comforting me–and I was good again.
“You did so good, baby,” he grumbled, kissing across my jaw slowly, warm flashes of softness. “I know it's hard to talk, so I’m going to give you two options. Left hand is option one, right hand is option two.”
“Okay,” I mumbled, still digging the nails of both hands into his sides to keep him there.
“Okay,” he hummed, kissing my forehead nice and slow–relaxing and comforting. “Option one will feel better for you, but you’ll be on your hands and knees–”
My right hand tapping on his side cut him off, making him laugh a little to himself.
I had zero interest in not having him this close to me for the foreseeable future, so whatever option two was, it won.
At the very least, this proved I was still conscious in here, even if my decision-making was a little loopy…
Thayer kissed me again, only this one was slow and deep, trailing down my chin and jaw to my neck. I was so bent up inside that, honestly, a little more of this sweaty body pressure he was giving me would push me over.
I was rigged to pop like a balloon right now…
The fear that had been there last night when I felt his finger probing me didn't exist today. In fact, I'd had–I think–three of his fingers in me today, and all it did was get me right to the edge before he took them all back.
I felt a little fear at the soft press of his tip there now, but more than anything, I felt impatient.
He made me see stars with a single finger last night…
Thayer's muscular body was a perfect weight on me, keeping me comforted as he pushed his hips forward, into mine. He kept a firm hand on my thigh, pushing it into my stomach to keep me in place for him.
It didn’t make sense how being that full made it hard to breathe, but it did. I felt impossibly full, like he must have pushed my organs out of the way to make room, but wow.
It hurt.
I wasn’t pretending it didn’t.
It was just that the full feeling made it really easy to ignore the sharp pain of stretching.
“You still okay, baby?” Thayer asked, his face tight and burying himself in my neck for a second, almost like he was in pain–was I hurting him somehow?
“Yeah,” I breathed, forcing my hand to release its grip on his side.
Lazily, and in a daze, I ran my fingertips down the side of his face and through the stubble on his cheek, making it twitch and almost smile as he turned to kiss them quickly.
“You?”
“I’m okay,” he hummed, readjusting his strong grip on my thigh. “You are just…so tight, baby–it feels too good to just sit here, but you need time.”
You know, as a guy, I’ve said that exact sentence to women before.
I’d said it to Callie, and I meant it, but never once did I think it was a compliment that you could feel.
And ego boost, sure, but I felt that compliment–I was damn-near preening from it under him.
Slowly, he pulled back his hips, and I felt my body holding onto him, stopping him from leaving me, only to get stuffed so full of him again a moment later. I was getting addicted to the push and pull–the noises he was letting out–but then he brushed something deep in me, and I cried out for him.
He paused.
Smirked.
Tightened his hold on my thigh and kissed my forehead one more time. “Found it,” he whispered against my head.
One snap of his hips right into that spot, and I was a fucking mess.
It felt similar to last night, but way more intense and so much more urgent. I needed to cum for it, and my body was screaming for it with every hit, but it was just barely not enough again.
Thayer let go of my leg, taking hold of my hip and crowding me just a little more, adding just a little pressure to my shaft between us. My nails had to be tearing up his skin on his sides and his shoulder blade, but if they were, he didn't seem to care.
He was too busy kissing my neck and supporting my arched back with his hand, pressing me to him more.
And it was just enough…and thank God he didn’t stop this time.
“Go ahead, baby,” Thayer huffed out roughly, vibrating through my skin and bones with a hard breath against my neck. “Fuck,” he breathed, hot and heavy.
A sob shot out of my mouth as I clung to Thayer's body, rocking my hips just slightly to get a little more from him while I coated our stomachs.
It was almost painful, how hard it came out, like there was so much pressure inside me, forcing it out. I cried through pretty much the whole thing, but as soon as it was out and I was done…oh my god.
So relaxing.
So floaty.
I was clinging to him because it may have been great sex, but it was only this good because it was him.
My brain turned off, and it was staying off. I was still vaguely aware of Thayer moving, a few loud grunts in my ear and a warm feeling inside me that was a little strange, but good.
So good.
My body may have gone pretty limp, but my hold on Thayer was still unrelenting, clinging to him the whole way down, and even after. I was sure he was only fighting my hold to clean us up, but I still needed him close for a minute–just a minute.
Thayer finally worked free of my hold, slipping out of me and making me whine at the loss. I whined the whole time he was gone, but then something warm and soft was all over my stomach, and when it was gone, Thayer was back.
He was holding me, pulling me into his side, petting my head and back, telling me I’d done well, and kissing me goodnight.
And you know what, that was the best I'd ever slept.