He nods, understanding that I’m grasping at straws here, trying to findanyreason not to stop this, even though we both know that we should.
This is an absolutely terrible idea. Likely one of the worst ones I’ve ever had.
Still, I find myself saying, “Besides, it’s not like we’re worried about real feelings getting involved, right? You don’t do girlfriends and love, and I’m not sure I’m staying in Port Harbor. What’s the harm?”
His olive eyes narrow only slightly, and for a split second I think he might actually refute that, but then he nods once more. “Right. No harm at all.”
“Okay, then . . .”
“Then . . .”
And we’re kissing once again, and it’s even more desperate than before, like all the walls we had standing between us are now gone, and we’re free to justbe.
I grip his dark hair, and his hand drops between us. It’s then that he discovers the secret I’ve been holding on to all morning.
He pulls away, his gaze capturing mine. “You’re not wearing any panties.”
I grin, shaking my head. “I’m not.”
“Jesus, Summer.”
Then he kisses me fast and hard, plunging two fingers into me roughly, and I gasp into his mouth.
“Do you have any fucking idea how hot that is?” he says, his lips ghosting over my jaw, his teeth scraping against me as his fingers work me over. “Knowing you’ve been walking around in my shirt all morning with no underwear on? With this pretty cunt of yours ready for me to take at any moment?”
“Then do it, Ezra,” I say desperately, because that’s exactly what I am right now—desperate for more. For him. “Take it. Take me.”
“Oh, I plan to.”
He reaches for the box of condoms sitting on the bedside table with his free hand, then gives it to me.
Worry falls over me. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt your hip.”
“I’m fine,” he says as he presses against my clit with his thumb, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out. “All I care about right now is how good your pussy is going to feel squeezing my cock.”
I waste no time ripping it open as he pushes his pants down just enough to free himself. He hisses as I slide the rubber over him, stroking him a few times just because I can. Just because I want to.
“Fuck, that feels good,” he mutters, kissing my neck now.
“Bet the real thing would feel better.”
“Let’s test that, shall we?”
I have no idea how he does it, but suddenly his fingers are gone, and I’m impaled by his cock.
I was right—the real thing does feel better.
“Fuck,” he says through gritted teeth as all of him fills me. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this.”
Same.
But I don’t say it out loud. I’m too scared of just how true it might be.
Idon’tthink I could get tired of this, because nothing has ever felt this good before. Not even when I was told I’d be getting my own kitchen. Nothing compares to how it feels to have him inside me. To have him looking at me like he is right now—like I’m his whole world.
“I need you to move, Sunny. Ride me.”
I nod and lift up, then grind back down, loving the sounds that leave him as I do.
