You've Got Fail(48)
I gripped his wrist at my shoulder and ran my other down his slick chest. His muscles tensed with each thrust, his body moving like molten metal beneath my fingertips. I gulped in a breath and tried to slow my body down, to wait for him, but I couldn’t.
I worked my hips along with the pressure on my clit. So full, so close to the edge. “Willis, I—”
“Come. Make some noise. My name on your lips.” He pounded harder, leaving bruises in his wake as he owned me, body and soul.
I tensed, shrinking into that throbbing ache between my legs until I burst outward, a fresh Big Bang, and went skittering across the stars. His name repeated on my tongue as my body rode on waves of bliss. Down one swell and up another, my pleasure consumed me until I fell silent, nothing left but the two of us, locked together as one.
“Fuck. I can’t—” He pulled out, and hot spurts of come shot along my pussy and lower stomach. His masculine grunts spoke to the animal embedded deep in my DNA, and I wished he was still inside me, coating me with him. Even so, watching him come, the strain in his face, the deep notes of his voice, was beyond erotic.
When he was finished, he leaned over me and pressed another kiss to my lips. “Thank you.”
I smiled and just lay there, boneless from the amazing sex.
“I’ll be right back.” He hurried to what looked like an en suite bathroom and came back with a warm washcloth.
After cleaning us up, he drew back the covers and nestled me in the bed, then crawled in beside me. Floating on a calm sea of contentment, we just lay next to each other for a few moments.
Pulling me to his chest, he kissed my forehead. “You sort of rocked my world right then.”
I snorted. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“No.” He smoothed a hand through my hair. “I don’t.”
“Good.” I wrapped my arm around his middle and snuggled against him.
“Possessive already?” He sounded more pleased than anything.
“Get over yourself.”
“I can’t. Not when I just had the best sex of my life with the most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
My heart somersaulted and barely stuck the landing. I tried for some distance, though the effort was half-hearted: “Wow, you’re laying it on thick.”
“I’m not laying anything on. Just telling the truth. Do we need to work on how to accept compliments? I’m pretty sure I did a blog post on that like two years ago. And Commander Reptilian actually had an issue where—”
I pushed up and stopped his mouth with mine. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me another mind-melting kiss. When I scooted back down, he’d thankfully forgotten about his Commander Reptilian story.
Slowly running his fingers through my hair, he said, “I just want you to know you’re special to me. This was special to me. Everything about our moments together since we met. Special. That’s all.”
I hugged him and closed my eyes. Ignoring the sting of threatening tears, I told him the truth. “Me too.”
18
Willis
Ketchup dripped down Elias’s chin. People walked past, the streets choked with tourists and native New Yorkers. We sat beneath a striped green and white awning, our small café table laden with fries, onion rings, and burgers.
I scrolled through Jina’s latest article on Scarlet Rocket. This one was far more complimentary so, of course, it was only three paragraphs long. She found that Scarlet had proven herself capable of giving good advice, but Jina wasn’t entirely sure Scarlet belonged in the advice aristocracy. “Time, and the release of her upcoming novel, will tell.”
“Why are you grunting?” Elias scarfed his food as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
“Just Scarlet Rocket business. Nothing big.”
“Heard from her?”
“No.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Not sure.”
He shrugged and continued doing the piggy face with his lunch.
I picked at my food, my thoughts constantly drawn back to the night I’d spent with Scarlet, and then to the morning when I’d awoken to find her long gone. She hadn’t answered my texts or calls since. Now I was jonesing for her harder than a Hobbit for second breakfast.
“I know what’s going on in that head of yours.” Elias wiped the crime scene off his face. “You can’t just show up at her house.”
“I’ve done it before. I can do it again.”
“One time could be construed as cute, but two? Man, that’s just straight creepy.” He dabbed at some mustard he’d gotten on his tie.
I stretched my arms, then laced my fingers behind my head. “Maybe, but I can’t get her out of my mind.”
“Wank.”
“Done that.”
“Wank some more.”
“There’s only so much wanking a man can do before he gets blisters.”
“If that’s true, then I pray to god that day never comes for me. I could choke it all day. Seriously, this slick weasel is always up for a little loving. Hell, I’ve gone, like, five times in a r—”
“Thanks, man. I appreciate that. I do, but I’m not interested in your tall tales of masturbation.”