I drag my fingers from her convulsing pussy, desperate to be inside her. I tear open my briefs and shove into her wet heat and damn near lose my mind.
She’s so tight around me. A raw groan razes my throat as the aftereffects of her orgasm engulf me, and I can’t even move. She’s silk and fire, and I think I’ve fucking died.
“Ty.” Her hoarse croak barely registers. My fist tightens around her wrists, and I flex my hips, sink into her, deeper.Christ…
“Ty. Condom.” Her voice comes from a million miles away, yet she’s inside my head. I try and focus, but damn, it’s hard. “Condom,” she gasps again. “Put a fucking rubber on, Ty.”
I grunt, trying to make sense of her words. “Ah, fuck.” Reality slams through me, even though I don’t think it’s possible for me to pull out. Not now. “Fuck.”
“Not without a condom.” There’s a hint of laughter in her voice, like this is funny. I grind my teeth and flex my free hand, but none of it helps.
With a raw curse, I withdraw and, without releasing her wrists, find a rubber in my jeans pocket. I tear it open with my teeth as I push her back against the wall, my dick throbbing like a bastard. In the back of my mind, I can’t believe I was about to fuck without using protection, but it’s a faint thread of guilt because, hell, I need this so bad.
She watches me sheath myself, and I don’t know why that’s so hot, considering how damn uncomfortable I am. “Better?” I bare my teeth at her in a parody of a smile. It’s all I can manage.
“Safer,” she pants, dragging her gaze from my dick, and seeing the need on her face is all it takes for me to lose my head again.
I grip her thigh, and she wraps her leg around me as I slide back in. It’s not the same as going bareback, but it’s still fucking good as her slick pussy grasps me. I spear my fingers through her hair, wanting it loose and tangled, and it tumbles over my arm and across her face.
She tips her head back, looking at me, her mouth open. Her messy hair and those big brown eyes push all my buttons, and I rake my gaze over her arms, at how she’s pinned to the wall, powerless to move.
Her lips tempt me. I want to kiss her, inhale her, make her mine. But I want to watch her face, see her eyes, and hear her throaty gasps when I make her come again.
I can’t think. Can’t hold on. I hammer into her, and it’s hard and rough, like nothing I’ve had before. Her husky gasps fill my head, and as she falls apart around my dick, I finally let go.
Oh yeah, babe…
Eyes shut, I press my forehead against hers, basking in the way she’s still shuddering around me. The scent of sex and a faint hint of her perfume fill the air, and I slowly slide her arms down the wall to her head. I don’t know how long we stay like that. Feels like both forever and no time at all before she loosens her grip and her leg slips along mine.
Reality crawls back in. With more reluctance than I’ll ever admit, I pull out and release her hands. She leans against the wall as though she doesn’t have the strength to move, and I can’t help raking my gaze over her.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous. Even now, after just having her, all I want to do is pull her into my arms and hold her close.
What the hell?
Those days are long gone. Now, she’s nothing but a piece of ass. She doesn’t need a hug or any shit like that. It’s still a wrench to deal with business, especially since she’s watching me, and as I’ve no intention of hunting for a trash can, I drop the rubber in an empty plant pot.
Silence thuds between us. Usually by now I’d be on my way, or the chick would be hanging on to me, hoping for something more. Even though I’ve already laid out the ground rules for tonight, something feels wrong, like I should go with my gut and hold her and screw the past.
I yank up my jeans. All Jas wants is a fuck, and that suits me just fine.
With a ragged sigh, she rescues her dress and wriggles into it. Then she pushes her hair back from her face. “Should I be worried?”
I finish buckling my belt while I try and figure out what she means. Did I really expect her to say something like:God, Ty, that was so good, we need more than one night together?Self-disgust burns through me. I don’t fucking want more than one night with her.
“About what? That you’ll be able to let me walk away after tonight?”
Her smile is tired and kind of sad, as though my response was exactly what she’d expected. Why does that even bug me?
“We’ll both walk away after tonight. I just need to know if you often practice unsafe sex.”
I’m literally speechless. And then the guilt knifes through me again, only this time there’s nothing faint about it.
Jas is the only girl I’ve ever ridden bareback, and even that memory is enough to make me hard. But Christ, that was years ago, and I don’t have any excuse for what happened just now.
No excuse except for those damn memories. Will they ever die?
“Never.” It’s a growl because why would she believe me? “I’m not a fucking idiot.”
