You've Got Fail(60)

“Please.” I’d said the word more in ten minutes than I had in my whole life.

“You need it?” He met my eyes, his lips hovering above mine.

“Yes.”

He pressed inside me slowly, giving me a moment to adjust. Pulling back, he eased all the way home, our bodies knitted together as he stole my breath again with a searing kiss. Slow and steady, he thrusted again and again.

“I need to see you.” He rolled over onto his back, perching me on his cock. “Show me.”

I settled my knees next to his hips and rose, then dropped down onto him. His groan told me he liked it, so I did it again, then put my hands in my hair, pulling it off my sweaty shoulders.

“Fucking hell.” He reached up and palmed my tits as I rode.

My tempo increased as he pinched my nipples. His body was flexed tight beneath me, corded muscle straining across his chest.

He wrapped his palm around my neck and pulled me down to him. “I want you to ride me until you come.”

“Easy,” I breathed and began grinding my clit against him.

When he kissed me this time, it was rough, hard, and just right. I rode him, using his cock to get myself off. He grabbed my hips so hard that I knew I’d have fingertip bruises in the morning. I didn’t care.

Close to the edge again, my movements grew jerky. I bit his lip as I came, and he pistoned up inside me, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of me.

His jaw tense, he gritted out, “I’m going to come.”

I moved off his cock at the last second. Thick spurts of come landed on his stomach as I stroked him, and his face twisted and then relaxed in the purest form of bliss. God, he was a beautiful man. More than that, a beautiful soul.

The thought of breaking him sobered me far too quickly, and I rose. “I’ll get you some tissues.”

“Thanks.” He leaned over and started opening his nightstand. “I may have some in here.”

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror for a long moment, questioning who I was and what the hell I was doing.

Then I noticed the open box of “all-natural” tampons on the back of the toilet. And next to the box sat an action figure of some military alien guy with two tampons glued to his back. I picked it up and stared at it.

“What the hell?”

Willis, one hand full of tissues, appeared behind me. “Oh.” He tossed the tissues into the wastebasket and took the action figure from me. “This, um.” He laughed and toyed with the hanging strings. “This guy is Commander Reptilian’s second in command. First Lieutenant ScaleyThorn. I always thought he’d be cool if he had a jet pack kind of like Star Lord’s. And then I got these tampons, so it made sense for me to—”

“Glue feminine hygiene products to an alien?” I gave him the wide-eyed “what the fuck?” look.

He shrugged. “Yeah. I mean, they need to be painted, of course. I have model paint for that. The jet packs”—he tapped the cotton tip—“will be silver, and the strings will be orange. Fire coming out, you know?”

“How can the man who just gave me two amazing, mind-blowing orgasms be the same man who glues tampons to action figures?” Chagrin with a dash of disbelief flavored my tone.

He grabbed me from behind and kissed a line down my shoulder as I laughed.

His eyes sparkled as they met mine in the mirror. “Just lucky I guess.”

Everything that I’d worked to make hard and cold inside me softened under his touch and the warmth in his eyes. He was beautiful inside and out, and in this moment, I was his. What was more, I wanted to be his.

“Stay the night.” He took my hand and drew me back to his bed.

“I should go.”

“I know.” He dropped onto his bed and pulled me down with him, snuggling me against his chest. “You keep telling me that you should put distance between us, but I won’t let you.” He yanked the comforter over us and kept one arm wrapped around me. “Getting rid of me isn’t an option.”

I wanted to believe him, but it was foolish. Once he found out what sort of person I really was, he wouldn’t feel the same. I sighed.

“Hey.” He grabbed my chin and pulled my face to his. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Not nothing.” He pulled me up his body until we were nose to nose. “Tell me.”

Honesty forced its way to my surface. “I’m scared.”

“Of what?”

I blinked away sudden tears. “That this can’t last.”

“Why can’t it?”

“Because we’re so different.” I buried my face in his neck.

“Opposites attract, right?” He surged his hips toward me, his cock already at half-mast.

I smiled, but couldn’t trust myself to respond.

“Listen.” He smoothed a hand down my back. “I’m the king of overthinking things. So let me handle that part. You just keep being you. That’s all I want.”

“But you don’t know me.”

“I’ve heard that from you before. But I’m pretty sure I know you, the real one beneath the bluster and sass. The one who loves her sister, the one who enjoys helping others with sometimes-good advice—”

I huffed a laugh against his throat. “I’m not as good as you make out.”