AllFreeNovel
Share Us
In and out.
Meticulous.
He grunts, and I feel him pause for a moment, feel his shakes. Controlling himself. He slips back in, the wet, hot friction on my insides cooling the burn but at the same time enflaming the want.
“Fuck,” he curses, pulling out, taking my hips and turning me onto my back. And I’m hit with the sight of a six-foot-two-inch god—naked and ready—eyes hooded, lips wet and parted, his perfect face covered in beads of sweat. I’ve never seen such a perfectly fine-tuned form. And the way he’s looking at me?
Pulsing.
Ready.
Hungry.
He kneels on the end of the bed, slips an arm beneath my lower back, and moves me up the mattress. Then settles on his forearms, eyes level with mine, his hips held up. And we’re back in that place of gazing. Scanning each other’s faces. Silent. It’s as if we both know not to talk. We don’t want talking. But do we want this level of intimacy? It’s too intense. Is this still scratching an itch? I don’t know. But he definitely hasn’t fucked me yet.
He should. He should fuck me, because that’s what he does, and that is what I expected from him. With that in mind, I reach down between us, braving taking the lead, and take him in my hand, encouraging him to me.
“Pearl,” he whispers, eyes clenching shut as he circles and plunges deep.
I cry out and lift, burying my face in the crook of his neck, taking the pleasure and pain and nothing else. My muscles tense, gripping him inside of me, and I suck his neck, tasting his salty skin, biting at him. His moves become more urgent, and I welcome every drive, my body accepting all of him and the complete mindfuck that is this situation. But for the life of me, I could never stop it. He’s given me two orgasms, and a third is on the way. It’s a new feeling, a feeling of raw abandon, when I can focus on nothing else except the pleasure about to consume me and rock me to my core, sate me, calm me, leaving my lungs drained and my heart pounding.
Brad growls when I latch onto his neck, my knees bending, my heels wedging into his arse, my nails scratching at his back. My body is on auto pilot. Coming. He pumps harder, faster.
Fucking.
Our wet flesh slips and slides together, our breathing becomes louder, our bodies tighter. He curses, I yell, and he lifts his chest from mine, forcing me out of my hiding place.
Looking down at me, he bites his lip. Beads of sweat drip down on me.
And then silence. Eyes locked.
My muscles draw him in, squeeze, and the pressure releases, draining the air from my lungs. I’m knocked out by the untold pleasure that rips through me, shaking uncontrollably beneath him, watching as his face strains, his chest expands, and his jaw ticks. He swells inside me, exhales loudly, his braced arms shaking as he comes calmly but hard. It’s fascinating. The strain, the form of his body when he climaxes, every muscle tightening before my eyes.
My gaze falls to the wound on this shoulder, the scar pink against his tan skin, and before I can stop myself, I’ve reached for it, stroking gently across the small area with my fingertip as he continues to throb inside me, and I continue to constrict around him.
“Does it still hurt?” I ask quietly.
He looks down, watching me touch him. “It aches from time to time.” He sighs and lowers to his forearms, his head dropped, my body still full of him. I’m content, without the energy or inclination to move, despite feeling stifling hot. It’s too peaceful.
I drift off, and for the first time in as long as I remember, it’s without the fear that the monsters will find me while I sleep.
9
BRAD
* * *
I suck on the cigarette hard, like I might be able to suck some sense into me. Too late. I don’t want to admit that I slept well for the first time in months. What’s more, without help from alcohol, drugs, or a hooker to exhaust myself in.
What the fuck have I done?
I look over my shoulder to the open doors into my room. She’s fast asleep, her naked body tangled up in the sheets. It took everything out of me not to sink my cock back into her when I woke up next to her. Everything I had and more.
I bring my cigarette to my lips and take another drag, exhaling the smoke with a sigh as I rip my eyes away and sink deeper into the chair, looking across the grounds. There was too much of that last night. Looking. Watching. Studying. And definitely not enough words to ensure we both knew this was nothing more than scratching that fucking insatiable itch. I roll my shoulder, my skin tingling. Too gentle. Too careful. Too fucking greedy.
“Fuck’s sake.” I drop my head back and stare at the early morning sky, puffing my way through the rest of my smoke. I stub it out and wedge my hands into the arms of the chair, pushing myself up. I enter the room and collect up the strewn clothes, draping them on the chair with her purse, and then I go to the bed. Lower to the edge. I should throw her out. Be cold. Cruel. Make sure she doesn’t come back for more.
I really want to be here.
