57. Indy #4
I spread my thighs wider, balance on my arms, and kiss him as he starts to thrust.
I kiss his lips and his neck and his forehead and temples. Everywhere my mouth can reach. He grips my hips, his breathing getting faster and harder as he fucks me.
“Fuck, I missed this, Blue. Missed you.” His words come in breathless grunts, matching the rhythm of his relentless thrusts.
It starts to build inside me, the fire in my core. It zaps up my spine and leaves a trail of goosebumps on my skin. I straighten my back and meet his thrusts, rolling my hips, balancing with my hands on his chest.
His cock is hard and demanding inside me.
Bliss.
Pure bliss.
I’m close in no time at all, on the edge in even less time.
He stops moving, head thrown back, chest falling and rising as he pants, body covered in sweat, every muscle corded with tension.
My brain is having a difficult time catching up, and I yelp when he flips us over, suddenly finding myself on my back.
He grabs the lube with shaky hands and pours way too much on his fingers.
He kneels up, reaching for his ass, eyes locked on me.
I watch him with wide eyes, mouth parted, breathless with anticipation.
“Sit up,” he rasps.
I scramble back, leaning against the headboard.
We both moan as he lowers himself over my cock and pushes down until I’m buried balls deep.
“Fucking fuck,” I gasp. The back of my head thumps against the wall loudly. I don’t feel a thing other than the mindless pleasure of being inside him.
“Good?” he asks.
I swallow hard, feeling so goddamn vulnerable when I nod. “Nothing compares,” I whisper.
And that’s the absolute truth. Nothing ever has, nothing ever will. He’s made for me, and I’m made for him, and we fucking messed it up somehow.
My balls tighten when he wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me. He starts to move, his hot, wet breath in my mouth and against my cheek as he rides me. I grip his hips and cant my hips.
The electric zap in my spine is back.
His ass bounces hypnotically underneath my hands as he slides up and down the length of my cock.
His fingertips dig into the back of my neck. I wrap my hand around his cock and start to jack him.
“Oh, fuck,” he gasps. “Fuck! Blue. I’m gonna—”
He comes in my hand, his cock jerking, spurting creamy, hot cum all over my abdomen. His ass squeezes around me, his body trembling almost violently.
It’s that almost punishing clench of his ass that ignites my orgasm. He milks it out of me. It’s different from anything I’ve felt before. Less sudden, but slow and deep, and the moment my cock spurts inside him, he starts to ride me again, drawing everything I have to give out of me.
We’re both sweaty and covered in cum and lube and sweat when he slumps against me. I wrap my arms around him as tightly as I can as we both catch our breath, brushing my fingertips up and down his spine and back while my cock softens inside him.
I slide my palms down his back, then lower to his ass, spreading him, sliding my fingertips down his crack to where I’m still inside him. I spread the cum that’s slid out of him around his opening, and he shudders against me.
His ass clenches around me one more time before my cock slides out.
He flops down on the bed, dragging his hand through his hair. I end up sitting next to him cross-legged.
He turns his head to look at me. “How’s the flu?” he asks, a small smile on his face.
I roll my eyes. “I’m better. It’s a miracle.”
His thumb moves over the pulse point on my wrist again and again.
The air around us is heavy with unspoken words and the scent of sex. With memories of us in this bed, even before we’ve left it.
I see myself lying on these sheets in the coming weeks, remembering.
Another place ruined by him.
“I have to get going,” he says, and he sounds almost apologetic. Almost like he wants to stay. And it’s scary to think he might, because where would that leave me?
I give a belated nod and put on an equally belated smile. “Can’t leave the boss starving.”
We look at each other. Get stuck in looking at each other.
What are you thinking?
I’m not going to ask.
Was this a one-time thing?
Definitely not asking that.
I watch him get dressed and trail him to the hallway in nothing but a pair of shorts I grabbed on my way out of my room.
We stand awkwardly in front of my door. What do I say? Thanks for the sex? Come again? Please do. Anytime. Anywhere.
It’s altogether pathetic to be like this, but I don’t have it in me to care. I’ll take scraps. I’ll take whatever.
It will hurt in the end, but here I am, begging him to hurt me.
He puts his sneakers on and stands up. Once again, we’re too close to each other.
His gaze is so intense that the familiar electricity in my spine is back.
“You know where I live, Blue,” he says quietly.
Is that an invitation? An offer? Of what?
I don’t want to hope, but my heart doesn’t get the message. It jumps in my chest and the steady beats turn to uneven slams.
I nod.
He nods too, then he grabs the back of my head and drags my lips to his for a quick, harsh kiss.
And then he’s gone.