My hand tightens in her hair, and I start moving with more purpose, fucking her mouth with rough, shallow strokes that make my pulse pound behind my ribs. Pleasure coils low in my gut and my balls draw tight with that warning pull I am too far gone to care about.
She moans around me. The vibration tears through my cock and nearly breaks me in half.
“Fuck,” I groan, my voice raw. “Fuck, baby.”
The pressure builds so fast I can’t breathe through it.
It crawls up my spine, burns through my hips, and punches straight into my chest. Every nerve in my body lights up at once, and for one perfect, brutal second, there is nothing in the world but her mouth and my cock and the filthy, impossible way she takes me.
I don’t warn her. I can’t seem to form words. My release hits too hard.
I come with a guttural sound, my hips jerking as I spill deep into her mouth—pulse after pulse, hot and endless. My fingers flex in her hair as my body empties itself into her. Every burst dragging another broken groan out of me.
She swallows.
Fuck me, she swallows. Her throat works around me, eyes glassy with tears, as she takes every last drop I give her.
I slow my hips, but I don’t pull away. Not yet. I can’t. I stay there, buried in the heat of her mouth, moving in slow, shallow strokes while the aftershocks rip through me. My thighs tremble. My chest heaves and my cock pulses against her tongue, still spilling little aftershocks as she keeps her mouth on me.
“That’s it,” I rasp, barely able to get the words out. “Fuck, Sky. That’s it.”
She blinks up at me, tears clinging to her lashes, cheeks flushed, her mouth still full of me.
She looks proud of what she did to me, as if she destroyed me on purpose and plans to sit there, smiling, while I try to put myself back together.
When I stop moving, she pulls off me with a loud pop.
Her eyes search mine.
I reach for her wrist and pull her down onto the bed. She comes willingly, her body landing against mine, still carrying the heat of what just happened between us. Our gazes lock and for one fucked-up second, the room goes quiet.
Her eyes move over my face as she lifts her hand and brushes her fingers along my jaw. The touch is so soft. Gentle enough to make me sense every shitty thing I have ever done to deserve losing her.
That wild hunger sparks back to life in her eyes as she grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down.
Our mouths collide.
It’s not sweet.
It’s fire and teeth and breath and every word we are too fucked up to say out loud. She kisses me as if she is angry with me. As if she missed me. As if she wants to crawl inside my chest and punish my heart for still beating without her.
I kiss her back harder because fuck, I missed her. Missed this.
We break apart for half a second, both breathing too hard.
Her gaze drops, dragging over every feature of my face with a heat that makes my skin tighten. Wherever she looks, I feel it. She studies me as if she is trying to remember me and ruin me in the same breath.
I roll her onto her back and settle over her.
No more teasing.
No more punishment disguised as foreplay.
I fucking want her. Not just the sharp parts or the filthy parts. All of her. Because the girl with fire in her mouth and hurt behind her eyes, who walked back into my life, took one look at the wreckage, and still let me touch her.
I lower my mouth to her skin and kiss my way down her body. Her throat. Her collarbone. The soft swell of her breast. I take my time because I need to.
She lets out a soft, needy sound when I cup her breast in my hand.
