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“Hold on.”
He disappears for a second, and when he comes back, I hear a wrapper being torn. I think about complaining for a second that I didn’t get to suck his cock, but then I feel him edge his way inside me.
“Hard and fast?” He thrusts into me before I can answer, only stopping when he bottoms out. I scream at the fullness of it, my fingers cramping from the death grip I have on the sofa.
He, oh, so slowly eases out of me, bending over me so he can whisper in my ear. “Or nice and slow?”
“Fuck me like you hate me,” I whisper, feeling rather than seeing something snap inside him.
His grip on my hips tightens to the point of pain as he slams back inside me, taking rough and hard to brutal and savage.
It’s raw and dirty and a reminder of what it is to be alive.
I thrust back into him, my movements mimicking his as my already primed body registers the first wave of pleasure creeping up over me like a slow-moving swell that builds in speed and intensity.
“Not gonna last. Too fucking tight, too fucking hot,” he grinds out between gritted teeth.
I feel myself tighten around him, his words thrusting me closer to the edge.
Reaching around me, he grabs hold of one of my breasts and tugs at my nipple hard enough to make me hiss as the bite of pain tosses me over the edge, not caring if I survive the fall.
My pussy grips Graves’s cock as if trying to keep him inside me forever. This proves to be his undoing as he thrusts in hard and comes with a groan of pure satisfaction that I feel in my bones.
We both stay as we are for a minute, breathing heavily as we try to calm down.
Graves eases out from inside me before pulling me up and spinning me around to face him. His hands cup my cheeks, his eyes moving between my slightly dazed ones.
“Tell me we’re okay, and I didn’t just fuck this up. I like having you here with me. I don’t want you to leave.”
I reach up and grip his wrists. “Full sentences after sex, huh? Okay, I’ll give it a shot.” I smile, slightly breathless.
“I like you. You’re funny, kind, and hotter than Hades, but I won’t stand here and lie to you. There are others wanting a spot in my life too. Blink and Vega both want a relationship with me, and I don’t know what that will look like yet, or if it’s even possible. This, what we did, I should have talked about it with them first. Although we haven’t put any restrictions on who we date, I feel like we should.”
“So this was a one-time thing?” His arms drop, and he takes a step back, pulling the condom free and tying it off. He snatches his clothes up and walks out of the room before I can explain better. Even though I don’t owe him anything, I understand why he’s pissed.
Forgoing everything but my T-shirt, which covers my ass—just about, anyway—I head out to find Graves.
Sensing it’s all quiet downstairs, I head up to Graves’s room and knock on the door.
When he doesn’t answer, I open it and see him sitting naked on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.
“I never said it was a one-time thing. I just wanted to know how you feel about the possibility of sharing,” I whisper into the quiet.
He lifts his head, his eyes burning into mine. “You serious? Because I don’t want your fucking pity.”
“Well, good. I couldn’t give a shit about pity. All I care about is your dick,” I snarl, my temper flaring when he surprisingly hurts my feelings. Hell, I didn’t think that was even possible.
I storm off to my room, in case I do something ridiculous like cry, and slam the door behind me.
I’ve taken nearly a handful of steps toward the bed when the door is thrust open hard enough for it to smack into the wall.
I whirl around as he stalks toward me. Instead of saying anything, he picks me up and slams his mouth down on mine, swallowing down any protest I might have made.
He presses me against the wall before moving his hand between us. I feel him line himself up against my tender pussy and ease himself inside me once more.
His lips never pull free from mine as he captures each noise I make while he fucks me slowly and methodically until any resistance I had melts away.
This time when we come, we come together, clinging tightly to each other in a lovers’ embrace far more intimate than you’d expect from almost strangers. Yet, there is something about Graves. He’s an odd mix of dangerous and vulnerable, and I’m not sure what to do with that. I’m so used to self-assured, cocky men that I’m a little lost. Don’t get me wrong, he’s all those things too, but there is a soft center somewhere beneath his tough exterior.
