No Perfect Hero(86)
I fist two-mock pigtails while she sucks me off. Her lips running up and down my cock, fighting to hold back my thrusts so I don't break her, this fury in my balls.
If she's an angel, her tongue is pure sin. She knows my body too damn well, probing up under my crown, taking me as deep as she can get. Her hand pumps the base of my cock, bringing it out, this flood of fucking magma I can't hold back for anything.
“Hay, fuck, gonna –”
Her eyes flash up for a second. There's no hesitation.
Do it, they say. Come in my mouth, baby.
It just tears out of me with a shearing groan. My hands are shaking, pulling at her hair, balls electric and pumping and overflowing her mouth.
She takes it like a good girl, everything she can, before it's finally too much and she has to back off.
Damn if I care. Her little hand keeps pumping, my seed spilling down her chin, a look in her eyes that says she's so fucking wet for me I can't even go soft.
Whoever said 'no rest for the wicked' must've never thought it'd mean sex.
I rip off her clothes and shrug out of mine a minute later. Then I'm just on her, in her, everywhere I can, ready to bring her off ten times as hard as what she did to me.
We're this wild meeting of locked lips and tangling bodies.
Her nails dig hard into my back, punishing me, and I give it back with bites raining over her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her inner thighs.
We make love like making war. I drive into her like a killing stroke as I lift her thighs up around my hips, spread her wide open, plunge inside that molten heat that makes my eyes roll back and consumes my entire body in fire.
Every muscle I own twitches something fierce the instant I claim her pink.
Fuck.
Then we're just one, this mass of thrusting, sweating, pumping.
I can’t tell her voice from mine anymore as we shudder and moan and groan and cry, as we move in frantic rhythm, crashing together again and again. Two human waves hellbent on finding release.
She feels so fucking good inside, better than ever, this slick burning wetness that licks over my cock and grips at me like she’s trying to keep me here forever, joined to her, this writhing beast of two bodies but one mind, one heart, one driving need.
My thrusts come harder. I rock into her clit, bring her off once, almost lose it when her pussy sucks me off. But I keep fucking her straight through it, loving how she blows for me, and how she'll do it a couple more times before I fill her like mad.
It’s incandescent.
It’s perfect.
It’s everything I’ve ever needed and never known I’ve wanted. She’s someone who’s wildness and desperation and broken edges and tentative, fragile hope. And she gives me two more whimpering Os before I can't hold mine in.
“Hay, come for me again.”
“Warren...” She's gasping, her eyes telling me she can't, even if she's so damn close.
“Need you to come, darlin'. Need you to fucking come with me.”
And just like that, we combust together. Bodies locked in straining, sweat-slicked heat as she convulses around me, tightening on my cock till I snap.
Everything rips out of me with enough force to make me snarl with the pain of it.
It’s raw. Real. More alive than I’ve felt in years.
I’m only me, the me I’m meant to be, when I’m with her.
And maybe tonight I lay it on her so furious because I can’t stand the ghost I’ll become again after we finally go our separate ways.
*
As Hay nestles her damp, glistening body into mine, I press a kiss against her shoulder. “You should go away for a few days.”
She chuckles drowsily, draping her arm over the one I’ve looped around her waist. “Go where? A vacation from my unintentional vacation?”
“Something like that. You’ve got to send Tara home soon, don’t you?”
“Maybe. Her parents are being sketchy.”
“They’ll want their kid back eventually.” I laugh, playing my fingers over the taut swell of her belly. “Just saying. Take off for a few days, see the sights, ship Tara home...and by the time you come back, I’ll have handled Bress.”
“Warren Ford.” She smacks my arm lightly. “Are you trying to get me out of harm’s way?”
“Might be. I’d rest easier knowing you were out of his reach.”
“The way you make it sound, his reach extends far beyond Heart’s Edge.”
“Because it does.” I don't say it lightly, tracing more and more kisses down her shoulder, her arm. “But in a bigger city, it’s easy for you to slip away. And by the time you come back, Bress won’t be able to hurt anyone ever again.”
“Mm. Well...” With a drowsy sound, she snuggles deeper into me. “I’ll see how plans go once I get in touch with Marie.”
“All right.” I give her a squeeze, then pull back. “Get some rest. You’ve been looking real tired after your shifts lately.”
“Brody’s keeps getting bigger crowds. Guess it's the summer wave.” Reaching out, she catches my hand, and it’d take a much stronger man to resist the look that lingers on me. “Do you have to go?”
“I should work...”