Chapter 23 #3
Her soft voice shreds the last of my restraint.
My fingers trail up her back, finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking it with one flick. The straps slip from her shoulders and then she’s bare—soft and warm in my hands.
Her breath catches, a soft gasp breaking free as my thumbs brush over her breasts, and it nearly destroys me.
My heart stutters when she starts to move against me—rocking, grinding, searching—and I swear I could die happy right here, suffocated beneath her need. Beneath her.
Fuck me—she has no idea what she’s doing to me. No idea how long I’ve wanted this, how long I’ve wanted her.
My cock throbs, straining against my sweats, and I grit my teeth, trying to take it slow.
To savor. To give her the choice to stop me at any second.
But she’s testing every ounce of my self-control, and I know I won’t last long.
Not like this. Not with her looking at me like I’m the only thing in her world.
“Sadie,” I rasp, rolling us until she’s beneath me, sprawled across the blanket.
My shirt is gone in a blur, the need to feel her skin against mine too consuming. The second our bodies touch, heat rips through me. She hooks her arms around my neck, pulling me down in a desperate kiss, like she’s drowning and I’m her last breath, her lifeline.
Her hips lift, grinding against me as she fumbles at my waistband, and the innocent clumsiness of it—her eagerness—almost kills me.
Every ounce of resolve slips away and I sink further in. If I’m going to be ruined, I might as well enjoy it. She’s going to rip me apart, and I’ll willingly give her every fucking piece.
Heat coils tighter as I shove my pants down, kick them off, and hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings. She lifts her hips for me and I peel them from her legs, not stopping until she’s nearly bare beneath me.
“Wesley,” she whispers, trembling as my hand slips between her thighs, caressing her through the thin fabric. “Please.”
My mouth claims hers—one long, slow drag of tongue against tongue—before sliding lower, trailing down her torso. I savor the way her stomach tightens under each kiss, the soft gasp she gives when my teeth graze her ribs, the tremor in her thighs when I nip at the tender skin on the insides of them.
She quivers beneath me as I toy with the edge of her panties before tugging them down and tossing them aside.
My eyes graze over her entire body—completely naked, spread out for me, skin glowing under the moonlight.
She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts. The kind of beautiful that makes you believe in things you shouldn’t.
I commit every detail to memory, burning it into my brain like I’ll never get the chance again.
Like part of me already knows this moment is going to split my life into before and after.
Her thighs hook over my shoulders as I lower my mouth to her, my tongue teasing her clit in light, fluttering strokes. When she tangles her fingers in my hair and tugs, I groan against her, the vibration pulling a depraved moan from her lips.
Last time I had her like this, I couldn’t take my time and savor her. Tonight, I’ll worship every inch of her until she forgets her own name.
She’s already trembling, desperately rolling against my mouth. I slide one finger into her slowly, curling just enough to make her whimper. She gasps, clenching around me, tight as fuck, and I slow my hand, easing her into it.
For a split second, I worry I’m pushing too far—but then she cries out, broken and pleading, “Don’t stop.”
She’s lost her mind if she thinks I could stop right now. The sky could fall and I still wouldn’t fucking stop.
She melts against my tongue as I slide in a second finger, curling to the rhythm of my mouth—and I know I’ll never have enough.
Her moans grow frantic, breathless, until she’s trembling, arching off the blanket, her thighs clamping tight around my head. The sound that tears from her throat rips through me. I feel it in my chest, in my bones, like she’s unraveling both of us at once.
Slowing the rhythm, I kiss the inside of her thighs, cherishing the way her breathing stutters and evens out. Then I crawl back up her body, pressing soft kisses to her ribs, then her collarbone, finally finding her mouth again.
Her hand skims down my stomach, palm brushing over my cock through my briefs. I shudder at the contact, pressing into her touch.
“I want more,” she whispers against my lips.
“More?” My voice is wrecked, needy.
She slips her hand under my waistband, wrapping her fingers around me, stroking slowly. “I want all of you.”
Fuck. I’m so far gone for this girl.
My hands shake as I fumble for the condom stashed in the cooler pocket, almost dropping it when I tear the foil open.
“Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she says, pushing up on her elbows, watching me.
Crossing this line is only going to make everything harder.
But I can’t stop now.
I need her.
In any way she will let me have her.
Disbelief ripples through me as I roll the condom on and settle between her thighs again. She bites her lip, eyes darting down as I line up against her. A flicker of nerves flashes across her face, twisting something deep in my chest—something protective and tender and terrifying.
“We don’t have to,” I whisper, brushing her hair from her face. “Don’t feel like you have to—”
“No,” she blurts, shaking her head quickly. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Are you sure?”
She nods, dragging me into another kiss, urgent and hungry. Her tongue tangles with mine as I push in, just the tip, her whimper breaking against my lips. Her nails dig into my arms, anchoring herself as her body stretches around me.
“God, I knew you were going to wreck me, but I didn’t imagine it would feel this fucking good,” I groan, pulling back an inch and pushing deeper. I’m drowning in the way she feels, the way she’s opening for me.
I’ve never wanted anything so badly, never been this close to falling apart.
Nothing has ever felt like this.
Nothing ever will.
I’m almost halfway when her lips part around a soft, broken inhale, eyes squeezing shut as her body fights to take me in.
The sight nearly undoes me—her chest rising hard against mine, the delicate crease between her brows, like pleasure and pain are tangled together and she’s trying to breathe through both.
I stop moving, lifting myself off her a little, worried I might be crushing her underneath me.
“Is this okay?” I breathe. “Am I hurting you?”
She shakes her head, pulling me back down, her lips finding mine again. But I hold still, brushing my thumb across her cheek.
“Sadie, baby. You have to tell me if I’m hurting you.”
Then she tilts her hips and takes me deeper, until I’m fully buried inside her.
The sensation detonates through me—overwhelming, consuming, tilting my world off its axis. I grip the blanket beneath us, fighting for control, because she feels too fucking good. Too tight. Too perfect.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit, my forehead pressed to hers. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
I move slowly at first, giving her a moment to adjust to me. Each time I sink a little deeper, she gasps, her nails clawing at my back, dragging me closer like she wants me to live under her skin. Then her hips start to rise and meet mine.
Every sound she makes, every breathy moan, brands itself into me.
“Wesley,” she whimpers, and I swear my heart stutters.
Kissing her feels like a prayer, lips sacred, her body the altar I’ll never stop kneeling to. Our rhythm builds and sweat slicks our skin as our breaths tangle into one. Every thrust drags another broken sound from her lips, and it’s all I can do not to come right there.
I slow just enough to brush my lips along her cheek, my voice rough.
“Tell me what you need,” I murmur. “I want you to feel good.”
Her breath falters, her legs tightening around my waist, but then she shakes her head, eyes warm and shining in the dim light.
“I don’t—” she pants, swallowing hard. “I just want you. I want to make you come.”
I cup her jaw, trying to read her, but she pulls me down into another kiss, deep and desperate. Her legs lock around my waist as she arches into me.
“Please,” she whispers against my lips. “Don’t stop.”
Pleasure floods through every nerve and I reach between us, sweeping my thumb over her.
She murmurs my name into my ear like a chant, soft and breathless, and it undoes me completely. I fall apart with a groan against her mouth, spilling into the condom as everything inside me shatters. I bury my face in her neck, breathing her in and letting the moment take me under.
Our hearts are still racing when I collapse against her, pressing soft kisses into her hair, across her cheeks, on her swollen red lips—every inch I can reach without breaking the spell.
She’s panting, skin flushed, eyes glassy, and so fucking beautiful it hurts.
My thumbs brush gently over her damp cheeks, grounding me in the softness of her.
“You okay?”
She nods, breathless. “Mhm. Are you?”
A chuckle escapes my lips. She doesn’t even know it—how she’s stripping away every layer of me. How her eyes alone have me on my knees in the palm of her hand.
This isn’t just sex. It’s her. I think it’s always been her. And if this ruins me, then I want to be ruined by her.
We lay there together, her fingertips drawing lazy circles on my arm, and I wish it didn’t have to end. I wish we could stay here forever.
Somewhere in the background, music hums. I want to remember it. Every note. Every detail of this night. Even if it’s temporary. Especially because it’s temporary. Because eventually, all that will remain is my memory of what this was.
I tip my head to hear the music better. “What’s this song?”
She blinks up at me, still dazed. “It’s called ‘Fade Into You.’ Why?”
“I like it.”
I kiss her slowly, savoring her as I pull away. Everything feels perfect. I can’t stop grinning like an idiot as I silently pass her the clothes we recklessly tossed aside.
But our perfect bubble pops when I look down—and everything tilts until all I see is red.
Red streaks across the condom. Smeared onto me. Staining the blanket beneath us.
My brain blanks. My hands are frozen at my sides. My breath locks in my throat. I can’t process what I’m seeing.
But there’s no mistaking it.
Blood.
The truth sinks into my chest, slowly trickling down my spine.
She was a virgin.
She hasn’t noticed, tugging her sweater back over her head like nothing’s changed. Like I didn’t just take something that never should’ve belonged to me.
The girl I just fucked into the blanket in the bed of my truck—the girl I thought had already—this is too much.
A hollow ache spreads through me. My stomach drops. My world bottoms out beneath me and my breath leaves my body in one sharp, sickening rush.
And all I can manage—
“What the fuck?”