“I…nothing I can think of.”
“Good. You ready for me?”
She swallowed hard, looked into his eyes. Remembered the first time she’d come to his house for survival lessons. She’d learned a whole lot more since then.
“Sir, yes, sir.”
He growled like a beast and reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet. He had to congratulate himself for putting a condom in there. He wasn’t the sort of man who usually carried one with him unless he was going out for the express purpose of hooking up, which he did rarely enough that when she’d been over at his place, he’d had to open a new box of condoms.
One that he’d bought a while ago.
But because he had been thinking about her, he had put one in his wallet earlier, and now he was grateful.
Though the two things might be related.
He might’ve put it in there, hoping this would happen. Knowing he was going to make it happen.
He put the packet on the counter, then put his hand between her thighs, feeling how wet and ready she was for him.
He groaned.
He could stroke her like this for a long time. Yes, he was desperate to get inside of her, but just feeling how much she wanted him…
It was fuel for his dried-up soul.
He moved his thumb over her clit, stroked her, reveling in how slick she was.
“You want me,” he said, low and hard against her mouth.
“Yes,” she whispered.
He unzipped his belt, his jeans as quickly as possible, and protected them both with shaking hands. Then he thrust inside of her, hard and fast, holding her hips as he claimed her. Over and over again.
She whimpered, her head falling back, and he leaned in and bit her on the neck. He felt compelled to leave a mark. Felt compelled to make her his, because she was. For now, she was.
And when his teeth scraped her skin, she cried out, her orgasm violent, as she squeezed him tight, her muscles working him deeper inside of her.
He lowered his head, and he gave himself up to his own release, completely.
Only then did he even have enough awareness to realize he shouldn’t be leaving a mark on her, because he was the one who didn’t want anyone to know.
He let out a ragged sigh.
“Oh no,” she said, her hand on his chest.
“What?”
“Nothing,” she said, looking up at him, a strange smile on her face.
She slid off the counter and righted her underwear. He slipped away to use the bathroom, and when he returned, she was spraying and wiping the counter.
It was almost funny.
But he didn’t really know how to hold onto that feeling. Not while his chest felt like it was going to break in half.
This sensation of intensity, mixed with… Something that was almost like happiness, with something he really didn’t know how to manage.
“You should come back to my place,” she said, turning toward him, with an almost painfully cheerful expression on her face.
