37. CHAPTER 37 #3
My hips buck, smacking against his ass; the air from his lungs forced out of him in low grunts.
“How dare you think I could just walk away from this,” I continue, punctuating the words with slower, deeper thrusts. “I only just got you… When I told you you were mine, I fucking meant it.”
A gravelly mewl rattles from inside him.
Dropping my hand from his mouth I wrap it around his throat, my spitty fingertips jumping with the intensity of the blood pumping through the veins in his neck.
With glossy, unfocused eyes, Tek blindly reaches back. I lean into his touch, allowing him to paw at my hair as the weight of my body consumes him, pushing him further and further into where he needs to be right now while I fuck him into the back seat of his truck.
The slap of skin.
The wet gasps for air.
The truck rocks on its suspension.
The leather seat creaks beneath us.
The both of us need this. It’s not pretty, and it was never going to last long.
I sink my teeth into the same spot in the crook of his neck and shoulder that I did the first time we were in this position, like I’m an alpha wolf branding their mate.
It wasn’t planned, I’ve never been a biter, but ever since we first touched in the alley behind The Black Cat I’ve been compelled to leave my mark on him.
Deep, and lasting, I bite over the now permanently bruised flesh.
A hiss rattles through the cab, and Tek fists my hair, tugging me to him. And I let him. I belong to him just as much as he does to me.
My lips meet the side of his mouth in a wet, messy collision.
His body clenches around me, drawing me deeper.
I babble promises against his parted lips that he sucks straight down.
“Never leaving... Not ever… Fuck Eden… Fuck your parents—fuck all of it… You’re mine.”
“Lo… I—hngh ahh, fuck—I lo—”
“No!” I shout, pulling out, quick and brutal.
Tek gasps like he’s been punched in the gut, his hips and ass pushing back on nothing; searching for me.
I crawl backwards out of the cab until my boots hit the slush.
Cold wind beats against my bare ass, highlighting how much I, too, miss the heat of Tek’s body.
“Roll over,” I command, tugging at his legs.
He moves slowly at first, dazed, his face flushed.
He’s already wrecked, but if he insists on speaking now, I’m going to make sure he’s facing me while he does it.
I grab him by the ankles and drag him to the edge of the bench seat until his ass is right at the lip. His pants are still bunched around his thighs, and his shoes are still on, too.
I hook his knees over my shoulders and line myself up again.
When I push back in, his head slams back against the leather, his mouth falling open in a silent scream.
The angle is different. Deeper. His favorite.
I watch his eyes glaze over and the tendons in his neck strain as every muscle in his body goes taut.
I need to hear what he has to say.
I told him to save it, but I need those words more than I need anything else. But I can wait one more minute till his body isn’t distracted and his mind is completely free.
Tek reaches for me between his legs and I nearly fold him in half when I lean forward.
“Fuck yes!” His voice bellows out, shouting to the trees. And I hope it’s loud enough for Eden and Jin to hear.
With Tek's arms around my neck, his nails dig in as he does all he can to hold on as I piston up into him, hitting him just right—over, and over, and over again until one of his hands drops and he grabs his dick to squeeze high on the shaft.
There’s barely room for him to move, but after only a few lewd strokes, his calves lock tight on the sides of my head as his hips buck off the edge of the bench.
I have to grab onto the door frame to keep my balance, as Tek’s hole chokes the ever-loving fuck out of my cock.
His face contorts.
His hips settle, but his legs shake against me.
And all the while I never stop. I don’t stop giving, or taking, or supporting us both.
Then, Tek’s dark eyes lock on mine, pupils wide, but completely clear.
“You can say it now,” I tell him, my voice shaking with desperation to hear the words truly, for the first time in my life.
“I love you,” he chokes out. “Carey, I—fuck—I love you so much it terrifies me."
My heart slams against my ribs.
I draw back until I'm almost slipping free then pound into Tek like a man possessed; the urge so primal my shins bang against the side of the truck, but I feel no pain.
"Give it to me," he keens, both hands back around my neck. "Fill me with your cum. Show me how much you fucking love me."
I bury myself to the hilt, my hips moving in a dirty grind as my cock pulses, flooding him with everything I have. And Tek holds me through it. His fingers weave into my hair as I collapse fully onto him, his joints pushed to their absolute limit.
Our breathing synchronizes as we come down together.
Tek’s fingers trace patterns on the back of my neck.
“Please say it again,” I ask, my head dipping a little at how ashamed I feel to want assurance.
Tek lifts my chin. “I love you Carey with everything I have. I’ll fix this, I promise… I won’t let anything break us apart.”