Chapter 15 #3
As if reading her mind, Lee broke free of her neck and whispered in her ear, “What makes you come?”
Honestly? The vibrator she’d transferred from one bedside table to the other, and basically nothing else. But she was up for
something new.
He sucked on her neck again, apparently draining her vocabulary in the process. “I . . .” She trailed off.
“Where’d that chatterbox go?” he asked, chuckling softly.
“She . . .” Thora started, losing her ability to make a joke as Lee trailed kisses down her throat and onto her breast.
“Do you like having your nipples sucked?”
“Yes,” she gasped, as he took her into his mouth she arched against him, rolling her body against his thigh in a rhythm he
matched with his tongue against her nipple.
“Do you like it gentle or rough?” he asked.
She’d never been asked. She’d never had anything rough in the bedroom.
“What would rough be like?”
He climbed off her, lying beside her and pulling her into a spooning position. She felt his hardness against her ass, and
his hand gripped her stomach tightly.
“Do you have condoms?” he asked.
She hoped for some rebound sex this summer, so she’d come to Juniper prepared. “Nightstand,” she breathed.
“Good. All that anger you still have for me? Let it out. I’ll match your energy.”
Holy shit. She wanted that desperately. To finally be free of this resentment.
It would be healthier to discuss it like adults, but she didn’t want to do that.
She liked shouting her feelings at someone who could withstand her volume.
She liked gossiping with people who loved the taste of her poison. Now Lee wanted her anger.
It wasn’t a hate fuck. It was a cleansing fire, fast and pure and white hot.
“On your hands and knees,” Lee told her as he reached for the bedside table.
She arched up for him, shameless. Her pussy felt plush and eager.
“Are you ready for my fingers?”
“Give them to me.”
He wasn’t rough, not yet. She wondered if he had it in him. Or maybe she was so slick with need that his finger slid into
her easily. Thick and warm, he crooked his finger down inside her, drawing out a long moan. When he added another finger she
began rocking back and forth, eager for this sensation. A third stretched her deliciously.
“How’s that feel?” he asked.
“So good it makes me angry,” she said.
“Just you wait,” he said, pulling his fingers out. Their absence was stark, leaving a hollow, lonely place, making her angrier.
She looked back to see him on his knees, rolling the condom on.
She’d never needed anything this badly in her life. She wanted him to fuck her until she forgot her own name. She wanted to
be free of her guilt and her grief and everything that was getting in her way. She knew, intellectually, that that wasn’t
possible, but she also hoped she could achieve a place of blankness, or pure sensation, and Lee could be the one to take her
there. He obviously knew how to attend to her body, after all.
Gripping her hips, he slid into her more gently than she wanted.
“Harder,” she pleaded.
He pushed his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and made a fist. He gave the gentlest tug, pulling himself deeper
into her. She gasped.
“That okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said.
“Good,” he said, before pulling out and slamming into her again, one hand gripping her hip and the other pulling on her hair.
She became aware of her own body in a completely new way. The way every beat of her heart pushed blood past where he touched
her. The way he sent shock waves through her body.
Then she found her rhythm. She rocked her body, crashing it against his. The sounds were both perfect and obscene, the wet
slap of skin, the needy noises she made with each thrust.
She went to that perfectly bright place. There was pain mingled with the bliss, but there was no anger. But she needed to
face that anger. She came back into herself.
“Look at me when you’re fucking me,” she said.
She was a big girl, but he was a big guy, and with some clever use of her own weight against her, she was flat on the mattress
again, with her wrists pinned on either side of her head.
In the briefest moment of checking with her, he raised his eyebrows in a this okay? gesture, and she nodded. She hitched her legs over his hips and he drove into her again.
This time she could be more present, looking into his eyes. He dropped his head for what she thought was a kiss, only to bite
her neck. He released one of her hands, which she dragged down his back.
Then she slid it between them, circling her clit with her fingers.
He brought his mouth to her nipple again and sucked hard. It felt amazing. She was furious it had taken her this long to fuck
like this.
“I’m going to come,” she panted.
“You’d better fucking come for me, Lottie,” and that did it.
He continued to fuck her relentlessly as she came, and it made her scream. What she thought was a crest was only a prelude.
She dissolved into the pleasure of it.
Panting, he pulled out of her. He was still hard as stone. I need that in my mouth, she thought, and instead of questioning it, she said it out loud.