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A challenge I was happy to accept.
“I’m going to let you go, and you’re going to take me out. If you take too long, I’m going to flip you and take you from behind. All ways from behind,” I grated, and the arousal that flared in her eyes wasn’t exactly a denial.
But that wasn’t for today. Today was for her pussy and my cock, and her heartbeat raging against mine.
As soon as I released her arms, I went on guard. She was a fighter to the last, and the promise of a thorough fucking wouldn’t dissuade her from trying to get the upper hand. But she went right for my shorts, tugging on the ties and swiftly freeing my sore cock from my cup. She grasped it in both hands, pulling hard, dragging me up her body until my mouth slanted down on hers. Her tongue slashed between my lips while her sweat-slickened, wrapped hands worked my dick.
After a minute, she swore and turned her head to start ripping the tape off her hands with her teeth. “Gotta feel you. Need your skin. Help me.”
I grabbed the other and did the same, attacking her the way that felt right. We’d gone past civilization right toward feeding like animals. Her flushed, damp skin was my sustenance, and each piece of tape I ripped away gave me more to feast on.
By the time her hands were bare, we were both panting and rocking against each other like frustrated beasts. She grabbed me again and let out a moan, her fingers moving in a blur over my thick, throbbing length.
“In me. In me. In me.” She chanted it, lifting her hips and beseeching me with her dark, drugging eyes to get her naked. I couldn’t yank her yoga pants down fast enough. I tore her tank upward and ripped open her bra, pulling apart the snaps hard enough to make some of them go flying. Neither of us cared.
I fell on her mouth again and shoved open her sticky slick thighs, surging into her all the way to the root. It wasn’t enough. Not even close. With one hand gripping her swollen breast, I hiked her leg around my waist and drove in again, cursing that I couldn’t get deep enough. She read my anguish and braced her elbows, rising up far enough that her body became an erotic bridge. Every part of her open, pink and quivering for me.
“Yes, God, yes,” she moaned as I thrust into her without cease. I couldn’t stop. I needed to fix her. Fix me.
I slammed forward again and again, shaking both of our grip on sanity until black spots danced in my vision, obscuring everything but her gorgeous, demanding face.
“More,” she begged, and I gave it to her, thrusting into her so hard that my spine tingled and the ache in my balls turned into nails of heat. I couldn’t fuck her hard enough to chase away the fear in her eyes, and it was killing me.
Her thighs trembled on either side of my hips as she forced herself wider for my entrance. Knowing I’d ram into her again and again until we were both spent, until words didn’t exist anymore.
I clenched her breast, pinching her nipple until it bloomed red. I sucked on it while I punished her pussy, giving her the pain she craved and somehow turning it into a kind of healing for us both. Nothing could harm us here. Not the outside world, and not each other. Pain transmuted into pleasure, the kind that erased everything that had come before. Burning the slate clean.
Bodies fused, mouths locked, we fell into the darkness together.
On the other side, she reached for me, her arms curling around my head. “Don’t leave me,” she whispered, the words scorching my cheek. “I’ll die without you.”
“Never.” I fumbled for her mouth and fed her my breath when hers stuttered. “You’re everything. My everything.”
She squeezed her legs tighter around me and pressed her mouth to mine. “Tell me I’m doing the right thing.”
I didn’t know if she meant the fight itself or something else entirely. As much I wanted to ask, to demand she tell me what was causing her to shake in my arms, I couldn’t use a crowbar on her heart. The rest of her, yes. But not this.
She had to want to tell me, and I had to trust she knew what she was doing. It was getting easier with every breath.
I couldn’t love her this much and not believe in her with everything I was. I had to be strong enough for us both.
“You’re doing the right thing.”
Her lips trembled under mine and then she was kissing me harder, more desperately. “Once more,” she pleaded, and there was no way I could say no.
I needed her every bit as much.
Rising up, I stroked the wet hair away from her beautiful face. And I sank her into again, groaning at how perfectly right it was.
She was lying and keeping secrets from me, and this was all I knew how to do.
Loving her until it didn’t matter anymore.
17
Mia
I came home Thursday night from an abbreviated shift at Vinnie’s to Mrs. Knox sitting at our kitchen table, sorting through the box of things she’d brought over the week before. My sister was sitting across from her, smiling over the photos and other mementoes while they chatted. Carly still wore her Cooks Do It Better T-shirt that she’d worn to class that morning, and I wanted to know how school was going since we’d barely gotten a chance to speak all week.
