Chapter 12 #2
Her hand reaches to cover her eyes again, but I’m ready this time. I grip her wrist, pinning it above her head.
She works down a swallow. “I…I don’t know. I’ve only done it twice before, and I was drunk.”
Envy pools like green ink through my veins at the thought of another man getting this.
Being her first.
I lied; I do fucking care about it.
“Let me help you decide.” And wipe those experiences from fucking existence. “Do you like it slow?” My dick teases against that spot inside her, grinding my pubic bone against her clit, forcing her eyes to flutter and her breathing to be shallow.
“Or do you like it fast?” I thrust at a pace that springs her eyes open, her lip bitten, and fuck is it the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Or do you want it hard and rough?” I fuck her like my life depends on it, nudging her up the bed, our skin slapping against the other. The rattle of the headboard clatters over the music.
She slaps her hand across her mouth, eyes squeezing shut, and my hand grips her throat, head tipping against the pillow.
“Slow…for now. Please,” she breathes as my hips go back to grinding, but I keep my hand firmly against her neck as she holds it there, feeling her swallow, electricity sparking beneath my palms as I watch her in awe.
“That might be my favourite word from you, baby.”
My pace is agonising, fighting against the urge to fuck her into the mattress and flip our worlds upside down. But watching the desire dragging down her lids as she stares up at me, I can’t get enough of it.
This woman has me so deep within her clutches, and the worst of it is, she didn’t even need to try.
I willingly gave myself to her.
Her walls clamp around my dick, sending a shudder down my spine as she orgasms, and it takes my breath away, my forehead dropping to hers as she cries out my name into the crook of my neck.
It doesn’t take long for me to go over the edge with her. My strokes become staggered as my balls tighten, and I let my cum fill her. It releases a primal groan from my chest, feeling like I’ve staked my claim.
Slowly dragging out of her, she softly whines when I do. “You okay?” I whisper, kissing her tear-soaked cheek.
She kisses me back, feeling the smile against mine. “Why did we wait to do that?”
My laugh is dark, and I roll onto my back to hold her in my arms. She grips the covers, throwing them over us before she nuzzles into my side, and I feel it.
The peace making itself known as it threatens to take me under.
I set an alarm on my phone for an hour, throwing it on the desk as I wrap my arms around her.
Time feels like it skitters by, and I lean up off of her to get changed, handing her clothes to her as she does the same when she wakes up.
Walking over to her window, I slide out onto the roof, holding my hand out to her to offer her beside me. The cool breeze is welcome on my skin, still burning from what just happened in her bed.
I thought us having distance would be easy, seeing as it’ll be a regular occurrence.
This has revealed it’s just going to be fucking harder.
She nestles herself between my thighs, and I wrap my entire body around her, pressing a kiss to her temple as I pull a cigarette out.
“I hope you’re picking those butts up after you launch them around the yard. My mom’s going to kick my ass if she thinks they’re mine.”
The smoke leaving my lips puffs in stuttered bursts as I laugh. “She knows you don’t smoke.”
Indie turns in my lap, looking up at me, her face flushed and the look of a woman drunk on lust. “Let me try it.” She holds her hand out expectantly.
I give her it, watching in fascination as she inhales, blowing it out without so much as a cough.
“How the fuck did you know how to inhale?” I ask, taking it back off her when she gives me it.
She hikes up a shoulder, resting her back against my knee as my fingers drag through her dark locks. “I tried it once with Jenna years ago.”
“Do you like it?”
She scrunches her nose up and says, “Not really,” then forces down a swallow, her voice dropping like a slow purr. “I don’t why I like when you do.”
The corner of my lip curls, kissing her forehead and holding it there when my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I know it’s time to leave her.
Tilting her chin up with my finger, I stare into her eyes. The blue glitters under the moonlight, like witnessing a rare gemstone. And in all honesty, she is.
There isn’t another like her.
“Do you have to go?” she asks when she notices my silence, dropping her gaze to my lips, then back.
“I do, darling.” Those words do something horrible to me; they feel like a lie.
I don’t have to do any of the shit I’m doing, not if I really didn’t want to. Though I made a promise to my dad, and I’m a man of my word. It kills me to leave her, and selfishly, I know I’d never see her again if she knew what I was up to.
She wouldn’t understand, and I don’t want her to.
As long as I keep this up, one day I’ll never have to worry about her coming to the same sort of harm my mum did; they’ll never hurt anyone else when I get to them.
Her hand fists around the collar of my hoodie, pulling me to her. Our lips lock, and I stroke my tongue against hers, claiming her as mine.
When I break the kiss, my eyes are slow to open. I cup her cheek and glide my thumb against those full lips as I struggle to say, “I’ll see you when I get back.”
A knowing smile tilts her lips, and she kisses me again, allowing me to get lost in her as the night stretches on.
That one word.
Four letters.
Aches to be voiced.