Chapter 36
thirty-six
Holy death by a thousand cuts, Batman. The sight of Lizzy naked, breathless and sweaty beneath me, has my heart flayed wide open. Which no doubt will leave me bleeding out for the rest of my life.
My dick gets harder than it’s ever been as I watch her nod her consent from where I’m kneeling between her legs. Circling my slick thumb over her back hole, I apply gentle pressure as my mouth returns to her tiny bundle of nerves.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think we would be doing this. At least not yet. I’d planned on taking us to the next level when we got to my house this weekend, but it seems the universe had other ideas.
Another soft moan of pleasure sends a shudder of need rocketing through me. I’ve dreamed of having her like this again—spread out before me, vulnerable and wanting—for so long. The way her body is responding to my touch is next-level.
“That’s it, baby,” I urge as her thighs begin to tremble. “Let go for me. Soak my face.”
I increase the pressure of my thumb, curling my fingers inside her to find the spot that makes her back arch off the table. Her fingers curl into fists in my hair, but the sting only heightens my arousal. I’m so fucking hard it hurts, straining against my jeans, desperate to be inside her.
“Ro... I—” Her words dissolve into a keening cry as her walls clamp down around my fingers. Even as her thighs squeeze, caging me in like a vice, I don’t let up, working her through her orgasm, drinking every drop of her release until she goes lax.
My eyes rake over her flushed skin glowing in the moonlight as I stand. Her eyes, heavy-lidded with satisfaction, gaze up at me, breasts jiggling subtly with every labored breath.
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.
Making quick work of my zipper, I push my jeans down just enough to free my cock. When she sits up to wrap her small hand around my length, I almost come undone.
“Holy fuck, Izzy.” I let her get a couple of strokes in before I push her hand away. “No. I want to be inside you when I come.”
Her small noise of complaint quickly turns into a moan and a twitch when I reach out to stroke my thumb over her clit as I fumble in my back pocket to try to find a condom in my wallet. When I come up with nada, my head falls back between my shoulders.
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
Lowering my head with a sigh, I look her in the eye. “I haven’t been with anyone in months, and I don’t have a condom on me.”
“I’m clean and have an IUD.”
Her words hit me out of left field. Fuck. The thought of being inside her bare has my cock jerking in my hand.
“You sure?” I ask, voice strained as I grasp my dick, watching her eyes darken as they follow every stroke of my hand.
She nods, propping herself up on her elbows. “Yes. Now stop talking and fuck me already.”
Gripping her thighs with a feral growl, I yank her to the edge of the table, rub the head of my cock through her slick folds, coating myself in her wetness before shoving inside.
“Unngghh, fuck!” she gasps, head falling back as I sink balls deep into her tight, wet heat.
I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming. It’s been so long, and she feels so fucking good—hot and wet and perfect—squeezing my dick.
“You good?” I manage to ask, my voice so guttural it’s barely recognizable.
She wraps her legs around my waist in response, somehow sucking me in even deeper.
I start with slow, deep thrusts, savoring every sound she makes, every flutter of her walls around my cock. But soon, a primal need takes over, and I’m pounding into her, the old table creaking beneath us.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan, gripping her hips.
Her nails dig into the back of my neck as I drive into her, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the air. Her tits bounce as I reach between us to circle her clit with my thumb, determined to make her come again before I lose control.
But I momentarily get distracted. One of her nipples is pierced.
Bending over, I nearly fold her in half in an attempt to get my mouth on her luscious tit.
Taking her hardened nipple between my teeth, I tug on the small silver bar before sucking it between my lips and Lizzy cries out, her pussy clenching around my cock.
“You like that?” I growl against her breast, licking around the piercing before sucking it back into my mouth.
“Yes,” she pants, her fingers threading through my hair, holding me against her. “God, yes.”
“When did you get this?” I ask between licks before releasing it with a pop, moving over to the other.
“College,” she gasps as I slow my thrusts to bite down gently on her un-pierced nipple. “Rowan, please,” she moans. “Harder.”
“As you wish,” I growl, pounding into her with everything I’ve got. The table creaks, probably on the verge of collapse, but I don’t give a shit. Nothing matters except Lizzy’s tight cunt wrapped around my cock, taking me deeper with every thrust.
“Look at me,” I command. I need to see her green eyes glaze over when she falls apart. Just like they used to. “Give me all of you.”
Her eyes, blown wide with pleasure, lock with mine and it’s the most intimate thing I’ve ever experienced. I feel like I’m seeing straight into her soul, past the walls she’s built around her heart to keep me out.
“I’m so close,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “Don’t you dare stop.”
As if I could. I’ve wanted this—wanted her—for so long that nothing short of death could make me stop now. I increase my pace, thumb working her clit when I feel her walls begin to flutter around me.
“Come for me, Sunshine,” I growl, watching her face contort in pleasure as her walls clench around my dick, bringing me right to the edge.
She shatters with a cry that echoes straight into my soul, her entire body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through her. The sight of her coming undone—lips parted, eyes glazed in ecstasy—combined with the vise-like grip of her pussy is enough to send me hurtling over the edge.
“Unngghh, fuuuck!” My hips jerk and I empty myself inside her. Pleasure crashes over me, my entire body shuddering as I collapse, bracing myself on my forearms to keep from crushing her.
For several minutes, we stay just like that, my face buried in her neck, her legs wrapped around my waist as we both struggle to catch our breath. The scent of dust, sweat and jasmine takes over my senses, making my head spin.
Reality slowly creeps its way in as our breathing stabilizes.
Holy shit. Did that seriously just happen?
I ease off, carefully pulling out and tucking myself back into my jeans as Lizzy sits up.
Avoiding my eyes, she reaches for her clothes. The silence between us is deafening as she quickly gets dressed, her movements jerky and rushed.
“Iz—”
“Don’t.” She pulls her shirt over her head, face hidden from view. “Let’s not turn this into something it’s not.”
“Then what?” I ask, voice rougher than I want it to be. “What was this?”
When she finally looks up at me, her expression is closed off. Guarded. “A great fuck in moment of weakness? A mistake? Take your pick.”
Her words land like a brand. “Is that really what you think? That what just happened was a mistake?”
“It’s just like you said,” she quips as she shoves her feet back into her shoes. “We cleared the air.”