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“More,” I beg, maybe sob, who knows? At this point I don’t really care to distinguish between them as long as it gets me what I want.
And he doesn’t play games. A second finger joins the first, and then a third. All moving and stretching and nudging that bundle of nerves that has every cell in my body buzzing. My fingers claim Christian’s hair in a vice grip, while my other hand holds on to my balls for dear life. His tongue is wicked, his fingers so thick and filling. I almost want to go off like this, but then I picture him over me, cock pulsing inside my body and my mind does a one-eighty.That’swhat I want.
“Stop.”
His face immediately reappears, fingers still, but filling.
“I’m so ready.”
“Yeah?”
“Dear god, just fuck me already.”
His fingers disappear, leaving me so empty and wanting as he props back onto his heels. I watch greedily as he slicks up his cock, and then he surprises me by taking my hip and rolling me onto my side.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to hold you but still be able to see your dick.”
This man.
He lies down behind me, one arm wrapping under me as the other reaches for his cock.
“Prop your top leg forward a bit,” he instructs, and I do as he says, then bear down when the fat head of his cock rubs against my entrance.
He slips inside, bare, and thick, and almost too much, but I breathe through it and press back while he slides forward. The burn is exquisite, stoking that fire deep in my gut, and when he bottoms out, presses our bodies together, and pulls my top leg back to hook over his hip, I stop trying to control myself.
Christian wraps his hand around my cock, and the first hard thrust forces me forward into his fist. His nose is buried under my jaw, his bottom arm wrapped tight, his body pressed sofirmly against mine it feels like he wants to claim me. And I’d let him. If he did. If he wanted to call me his and take my name and let me pick up all of his broken pieces and keep them safe until he was ready to fix them again, I’d do it. I’d be everything he needed, and the only thing I’d want in return is him. Here. With me. Open and honest and hopefully one day full of a type of love neither of us has ever experienced before.
He moves inside me, a steady rhythm that fills that aching need I have for him. His grip on my cock is a perfect mix of firm and loose, making me leak, but not tight enough to set me off. Each deep grunt by my ear, each murmur ofperfectandoh, shitandyour tea-obsessed British ass is going to wreck mehas me smiling and gasping and choking back that ever present laugh over and over again.
His thrusts get harder, deeper, more purposeful. The grip he has around my shaft tightens and it’s all too much. I can’t concentrate on his cock turning me inside out when every thrust is sending my cock into heaven. That buzzing electricity is building under my skin, zapping along my spine, sizzling in my balls. My body is begging for me to let go, but then it will be over and if there’s one thing I want more than release, it’s for this to go on forever. His lips, his sweat, his chest pressed to my back. His arm pulling me close. The way his beard is scratching my shoulder and his teeth are grazing my neck, and the moment he ducks his head and sucks on the dip where my neck and shoulder meet.
Every heightened emotion is merging with the next, building into a sea ofyesthat completely takes over.
And for the second time tonight, Christian gives me four gloriously erotic words, “I’m going to come,” and he does.
His cock pulses deep in my ass, filling me up, and knowing there’s nothing between us is my breaking point.
I moan through my release, each spurt taking me higher and higher into my lusty haze.
I come back to reality with small kisses and soft hands and a steady arm wrapped around me. But I don’t let go too quickly. Don’t force myself to move on to the real world when one exists where Christian just fucked my bloody brains out.
My eyes fall closed and when he goes to pull out, I grab his hip. “Not yet. Just give me another minute.”
This time, six words. That’s all he needs to turn my soul to jelly.
“I’ll give you anything you need.”
Chapter 28
Christian
With performing in the show, and Émile warming my bed at night, and my friends always wild and crazy and around, I’ve never been happier in my life. Especially when Reece gathers theNot My Enemycast and tells us he’s got an investor from Rosswell House interested in meeting with him.
Since my epic fail on stage last week, our shows have been selling out. Which … it’s wild. Almost enough of a positive that I don’t totally regret what happened.
Nerves wobble in my gut, from knowing I didn’t completely ruin everything, and this reluctant type of happiness takes over. The kind of happiness I wouldn’t normally let myself have. The kind where I think …I think things might turn out okay.
