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Isaac chuckles and removes his fingers, causing me to nearly whine at the disappointment of losing his touch. I want him now, when I’m not quite ready for him, so I can feel the way he’s almost too big for me and feel him along everyinchof me.
God, I fucking want him to make good on his words so badly that it’s unreal.
“You look like you need to berailed.” They aren’t the words I’m expecting, but I’m also not expecting him to jerk my hips upward until I’m on my knees, face still buried in my pillow. He kneels behind me, and when I start to lift my face, he pushes me back down, one hand in my hair.
“No. Just like that. You want to pretend to be asleep?Wonderful. I’ll fuck you just like this.” His cock brushes along my slit, his fingers on my hips, and a second later, he presses into me, not stopping when I whimper nor when my thighs tighten at how I was right. He’s big, and it’s alotto handle without being properly worked up to it.
But God, I fucking love it. I love the way he’s simultaneously too much and perfect, and I love the way he feels with his body pressed to my thighs and his thumbs tracing circles over my hips.
He pulls out nearly all the way before sliding slowly in again, the pace tortuous, and I can’t help but bite my lip as I fight not to encourage him formorerightnow.
God, I fucking want everything from him. I want him as more than just this, but this is perfect in itself.
He’sperfect, though I’m not about to open my mouth and inflate his ego even more.
“You take me so well, don’t you? You’remadefor me. I knew it ever since I saw you in California, you know?” He chuckles when I make a questioning noise in my throat. “Iknew, and that’s what matters. I’ll share because fuck, I bet you look good taking all the Lost Boys’ cocks.” He pauses to think about that, then continues. “You were made for this. Made forme, and that’s what matters.” He slams into me, forgoing his teasing strokes, and with one hand fisted in my hair, fucks me as if his life depends on it.
Or maybe like,mylife depends on it. Either way, he’s right. I can’t stop the way the pleas fall from my lips or the way my fingers clench in the sheets under me.
Almost too soon, I feel myself getting close. I want to drag this out. I want him to rail me into this bed for atleastthe rest of this morning, butGodI want to come and my body isn’t going to be denied with the way he’s going.
“Come for me,” he growls as if he can feel that I’m on the edge. “Come around my cock like the good fucking girl you are, Ari.”
It doesn’t take anything else. I love when he says shit like that, and even before he’s done speaking, I’m coming, a loud cry muffled in the pillows below as he continues to fuck me and grip my hair so tightly that it stings.
“Fuck,” he snarls, like a curse and a blessing all at once. His hand on my hip tightens, and he thrusts into me a couple more times before he’s there too, leaning over me and whispering praise in my ear while he empties himself inside me. “Just like that,” he murmurs finally, still inside me even though both of us are undoubtedly finished for now. “You take me so fucking well. You’re going to kill me, Ari.”
“Great,” I mumble, and again I try to sound aloof. “Maybe I’ll finally get some sleep in the mornings.”
He chuckles and without warning, pulls back just enough to flip me onto my back and yank the pillow from my grip. “Oh, I can tire you out,” he promises, resting his hands on either side of my face as he grins down at me. It’s the first time I’ve seen him today, and he looks just as gorgeous as I remember him. “All you have to do is ask.”
I don’t expect him to collapse onto the bed next to me, curl up at my back, and pull me to him like an overstuffed teddy bear. Nor do I expect Isaac to bury his face in my shoulder, inhale, and just…stay there with me.
While I can’t tell if he’s asleep or if he’s just pretending and doing a damn good job of it, I can’t go back to sleep. I’m too busy staring out the window, eyes narrowed from satisfaction and sleep as I go overeverythingthat’s happened to me in the past week and a half.
Slowly my hand drifts down, my fingers stroking over the backs of his knuckles as I just lie there andthink.
At last, Isaac shifts behind me, pulling me more firmly against him. “I thought you’d go back to sleep,” he says finally, kissing my shoulder and letting his hand slide up my front until he can flick his thumb teasingly over my nipple.
I shiver at the unexpected, electric touch but don’t let him distract me. “It’s difficult when I have so much to think about,” I say, lacing my fingers with his when he turns his hand.
“Such as?”
“You, for one. This wholeLost Boysthing. I just…IsworeI’d get it covered or removed.” His fingers twitch against mine and I grip them tighter. “I still could. It’smybody, Isaac.”
“If you wanted,” Isaac agrees nonchalantly. “Well, you couldtryanyway. But I’m pretty sure Cyril would track your phone again and stop you before you could.”
My fingers loosen, and I turn to look at him over my shoulder. “Cyril tracks my phone?”
He nods, unperturbed like it doesn’t bother him and shouldn’t botherme. “He tracks all of our phones when we’re working, so he knows where to come get us from if something happens.”
“But I’m not a Lost Boy.”
“Right. You’re Wendy Darling.” A smile plays on his lips as he says it, even though I can’t help but roll my eyes. “And besides. Tattoo or not. Cyril or not, we’re not letting you go, Ari.”
I shake my head. “I thought it was justyouwho was obsessed.”
“It’s been a few days. I think everyone likes you too much to let you out of our lives.”
