Meet Me Halfway(88)

He leaned over me, continuing his erratic thrusts, and reached out to roll one of my nipples between two fingers, pulling ever so slightly. My nipples had always been incredibly sensitive, and I moaned around his shaft.

He moved to my other nipple, and I was a writhing mess. I’d have been begging him to fuck me if I didn’t have a mouthful. Wanting to set him on fire the same way he was doing to me, I reached up, cupping his balls and giving them a light squeeze.

He bucked, ramming sharply down my throat and making me gag. “Fuck.”

He pulled out, my lips making a popping sound at the sudden break of suction. He moved so fast, my mouth was still agape when he cradled one large hand behind my neck and the other under my ass and launched me to the center of the bed.

He hovered the bulk of his body over me and stole my lips in a possessive claim. He plundered my mouth, sucking and sweeping like he’d lost all control. He maneuvered himself until he prodded at my entrance, and only then did he pull back to look down at me.

“Tell me you want this.”

“I want this.”

“Tell me you want me.”

I hesitated momentarily, scared to admit it out loud. But in this case—in a purely physical sense—I felt safe admitting at least that truth. “I want you.”

He pushed in an inch, teasing. I wiggled, lifting my hips, desperate for him to fill me.

“Tell me you’re mine.”

I smacked at his chest, “Just fuck me already.”

“No.”

“Garrett, please.”

He reached up, pinching my nipple and making my back arch, seeking the stimulation. “Tell me you’re mine, Madison.”

“Goddammit, I’m yours, I’m fucking yours!”

In one forceful thrust of his hips, he impaled me. I cried out, unprepared for the sudden stretch of my inner walls.

He let out a long, drawn-out groan, leaning his forehead on mine, “You feel so damn good, baby, you fit me like a glove.”

I heaved in breaths, tensing up from the unfamiliar pressure. It wasn’t anything more than a mild discomfort, and he stayed still, letting my body acclimate. “You could have done that a little less caveman-like.”

“I told you, you’re not breakable.” He pinned me under his gaze, “You want to know why no other man could ever get you off? Because you’ve never been theirs. You’ve only ever been mine. Your pussy was fucking made to take me.” He flexed his hips, driving his point home.

“And I’m going to spend the whole night proving it to you. Tell me you’re ready.”

I nodded, probably looking like a bobble-head with my eagerness. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Thank fuck.” He pulled out slowly, watching my face for any sign of pain, and when I didn’t give any, he drove deep, all the way to the hilt.

Some people had sex. Some made love. But Garrett? He fucked, and he fucked hard. His grip on my hips was bruising, and he slammed into me again and again in a punishing rhythm, obliterating the friendship zone into nothing but dust.

I writhed under him, apologizing for wrongs I’d done, promising anything under the sun, and begging him to please not stop, don’t ever stop. He wrapped my legs more firmly around his waist and leaned forward to kiss what little brains I still had, out of my head.

He built that tingling up again, one grind, one thrust, one circle of his hips at a time. The pressure was almost too much to handle, and I wondered how I ever could have enjoyed sex before him. He played my body like an instrument, watching my face and adjusting his motions.

And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, his fingers found their home on my clit, circling with quick, firm pressure until I hit oblivion, clawing at his back and biting his shoulder to smother my scream.

Before the sensation had fully disappeared, he was flipping me onto my stomach and raising my hips until I was face down and ass up for him. With two hands gripping me, he leaned forward and swiped his tongue through my entrance before rising and slamming back into me.

“Bite down on the comforter.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I’d barely buried my face into the bed when he moved, rutting behind me like a man unhinged. I curled my fingers into the blanket, holding on for dear life as he destroyed me in the best way possible. I’d begun to fear my body might actually give out when he suddenly pulled out and hot spurts landed across my lower back.

He’d pulled out.

Oh God, I hadn’t even thought about that. Me. Me. It hadn’t even crossed my mind to ask him about protection or—

A hand slid up my spine, brushing the now-frizzed curls off my neck. “I can feel you freaking out from up here, baby. I know we got a little carried away, but I swear to you, I’m clean.”

I exhaled jaggedly, what in the hell had I been thinking?

He lowered my hips to the bed and pressed a quick kiss to the center of my back before disappearing into his bathroom. He returned a minute later with a damp cloth and gently cleaned me up before pulling me into his arms.

Neither of us said a word. I could tell he wanted to, but he must have known I was at my mental limit for the moment because he just tucked us in and curled his naked body around my own. Holding me close.

I was panicking, yes, but not over what he thought. Having unprotected sex without an adult conversation about it first was irresponsible and stupid, but I was on birth control, and he’d pulled out. I also trusted Garrett. I trusted that he never would have touched me if there was even a chance he was unclean.