Lies(32)

“Babe. Jesus. Look at you. This is what I missed out on in the dark, huh? I’m a damn moron.”

“Yeah.”

He laughs and kisses me slow and deep. A sensual exploration of my mouth that doesn’t stop until he’s got my head spinning. And all the while, he’s maneuvering me onto the bed, getting me beneath him. Without breaking the kiss even once. He has skills.

Clever fingers glide down my chest, between my breasts and over my belly. Then he’s cupping my sex in his hand, grinding the heel of his palm against my clit.

“Oh,” I gasp.

“You don’t usually get this hot and wet for me.” He rests his forehead against mine, rubbing the side of my nose with his own. It’s weirdly intimate, having our faces this close together. Gazing into his eyes.

“You don’t usually care this much.”

“I’m an asshole.”

I smile. “Yeah, that too.”

Fingers part my labia, sliding inside while his thumb plays over my clit. My eyes just about roll back into my head. Everything between my thighs is dripping wet. Swollen and oh-so-sensitive. He gently thrusts two fingers into me, building my need into something out of control.

“But I’m your asshole, if you’ll have me,” he says, licking over first one hard nipple and then the other. “Betty, will you have me?”

“I need…”

“I know what you need.”

Every muscle in me goes tense, on edge. My hips squirm against the mattress. It’s all too much and yet not quite enough. I tug on his hair as he sucks on one nipple, teasing it with both his tongue and teeth. Holy hell. He definitely knows things. Doing this for myself usually takes much longer and some serious mind porn. But the things he’s doing to me…I can’t keep up. Total body overload. My heart’s pounding, every nerve ending rioting. It’s a little scary, feeling this much.

“And I’m the man who’ll give it you,” he says, voice rough. “Every time without fail.”

His hot mouth on my breasts grows more insistent. The prickle of his stubble against my skin is verging on painful. Then he works a sweet spot inside of me. No hesitation, he really does know exactly what I need and where I need it. Like all his previous explorations were just investigations, marking out the terrain for the moment when it would all matter.

Hands tangled in his hair, I climb higher and higher, reaching for bliss. My whole body is strung tight until it breaks and splinters and falls apart. Pretty sure I officially no longer exist. It’s too much. All of this light rushing through me. Just a mess of molecules are left lying on the bed in a vaguely womanlike shape.

R.I.P. me. She died happy.

Before I finish coming down, he thrusts into me with a groan. His thick length sets off even more aftershocks. Kneeling between my legs, Thom looks down the length of my body, gaze possessive in a way I’ve never seen before.

Hands wrap around my thighs, his grip unbreakable. Again he shows no hesitation. Just keeps thrusting in deep and forcefully, as if he’s branding me for all time. While he might be mine—it’s still open to question—in this moment, I’m undoubtedly his. Because this certainly isn’t lovemaking. But it isn’t just rough sex. His body demands and mine gives. Each sigh and moan I make, he owns. The sweat and fever of us fucking. The chaos of emotions.

It could never be like this with someone else. Whatever happens, I have the worst feeling he’s ruining me for anyone else. Dammit.

“Your pussy feels fucking perfect,” he says. “So wet and hot. Made just for me.”

“Watch your ego.”

In response, he changes his angle slightly, hitting something wonderful inside. I can’t come again so soon. Not possible. But he obviously doesn’t agree. The man has something to prove. So he stirs that big cock of his deep inside of me, setting off all sorts of shakes and shivers. Everything below my waist is being worked into a frenzy. Way overexcited. Meanwhile, his fingers dig into my thighs, doubtless leaving marks. Jerking my body onto his cock time and again. Making me take him deeper. I clamp my legs tight around him, because my body knows the facts even if my mind isn’t quite sure. I want more. I need more. And he’s the one who’s going to give it to me.

“You’re going to come again,” he says.

I just nod. When Thom said he knew things, he wasn’t kidding. And the bastard held out on me all this time.

His hard body is slick with sweat, the man looking like some sort of god of procreation towering above me. The strength in his thighs and the set of his wide shoulders. All of the rippling going on in his chest region. The intense raw look on his face. It’s a whole lot of shock and awe. Meanwhile, as wonderful as I am, I’m no petite doll. As much as I hate it, I can’t help but wonder sometimes what he sees when he looks at me. And there goes that insecurity. Nearly everyone has parts that jiggle or wobble. I will not allow stupid stray doubts to get me down. They can fuck right off. I am a curvy goddess.

“Your mind is wandering,” he mutters. “That won’t do. Come back to me, babe.”

He does some swivel-type move with his pelvis before proceeding to pound into me. Holy shit, it feels good. So good. My mouth falls open on a gasp and the heat is coursing through my bloodstream, building shockingly fast inside of me once more. Muscles tightening, electricity running up and down my spine. Someone is whimpering, and I have the worst feeling it’s me.