Page 104 of With the Assist

I nod quickly, my arms sliding around to his back and digging into his skin as he slides into me.

It’s deliciously slow, every inch stretching me and teetering the line of pleasure and pain. Once he’s in, he slides out slowly and thrusts back in all at once.

I cry out as my body adjusts to the size of him.

He freezes.“Shit, are you okay?”

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. “I’m so fucking okay.” My hips move in a silent plea for him to keep going.

His hand loops behind my head, pulling me up until our eyes meet. He moves at a perfect rhythm, controlling the pace until I’m desperate. Our eyes stay on each other in a way that feels too intimate for what we’ve agreed to be.

When he leans in and kisses me, it’s fast and filled with passion. Our mouths move in the same rhythm as our bodies, bringing us to the brink.

The bed rocks beneath us, the room filling with the wrecked sounds we cannot seem to stop making. His voice is in my ear, murmuring about how good I feel and how perfect I am, and that alone is almost enough to send me spiraling out.

When he finally reaches in and brushes circles across my clit, the tension snaps, sharp and overwhelming. I cling to him as my orgasm erupts through my body. He doesn’t slow his pace, thrusting into me steadily while I ride it out.

“God, Wesley. You look so pretty when you come around my cock.” He groans while following right behind me, his cock pulsing inside me as he comes.

“You don’t look half bad either,” I tease, placing a quick kiss against his lips before he buries his face in my hair.

My body feels deliciously wrecked, and my muscles are completely weightless.

He doesn’t move right away, even though he should. I don’t push him off me, even though I should. We’re both breathing hard, our limbs still tangled around each other.

How the fuck did I go four years without that?

Nevermind. I know how.

Sex has never been like that, even when I was regularly having it. If it had been half that good, I would have never sworn it off in the first place.

Finally, he rolls off me, sliding the condom off, tying it, and tossing it into the trash. For a minute, neither of us says anything.

“So that was—” I start.

“Amazing.” He finishes, eyes glinting.

I fail to fight the smile off my face. “Yeah, it really was.”

It was amazing. But as reality sets in and the sated, sex-happy trance wears off, I remember what this is. A sex fling that will be over after my team party in January.

I will not confuse chemistry with commitment.

This is sex. Ground-breaking, earth-shaking, ruin-me-for-anyone-else sex. But it’s still only sex.

My head starts to methodically build back up the boundaries that I’m usually careful to keep between us.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” He asks, there’s something hopeful about his expression that has me shutting down.

He’s probably had arrangements like this on and off for years, mastering the art of sliding from sex to small talk without letting it mean anything.

I’m not sure I can. I don’t know how to go from this to hanging out in my living room without feeling things. Things we’ve both agreed to check at the door.

“You should probably go.” I stand up, sliding on an oversized shirt.

For a second, disappointment flashes across his face, but he masks it quickly. This is why we shouldn’t have done this. It’s already too complicated.

“Yeah,” He pulls on his clothes quickly, but I’m already heading for the hall. “That’s probably for the best.”