“I want in there.” Ford brought me out of my fog with more than two fingers now buried inside me. He dragged them in and out, touching every nerve ending, and taking me right to the brink within a few strokes. “You have a condom, Red? I didn’t even think when I got in my car tonight. Drove here without thinking.”
He sucked on my neck, moved to my earlobe, his hand pumping, and my left hand finding a perch on his ass. With my right I ran my hand up his side that was hovering over the mattress and tried to pull him closer.
“Uh-uh, sweet lady. I’ll get on top of you when I’m ready.” He’d figured out what I was doing.
“IUD,” I mumbled. “No condoms. Clean.” That was about all I could say. I was trying with every bone in my body not to orgasm. I was so close. “I’m there, Ford,” I finally said. “Please,” I made out as he was over me, his hand gone and now guiding his erection toward me. He slid it over my wetness and I jerked.
“Fuck, that’s pretty, seeing you so worked up…so hot…all for me.”
He ran his length over my opening, and I lifted my hips to meet him, wanting him to slide inside me.
“I’m clean,” he mentioned for assurances I didn’t care about at the moment, but later I was sure I’d appreciate. “You ready for me, Red?”
I nodded.
“Say it.”
“Yes.”
He slammed into me and whisked out just as fast. With another slam, I counted my breaths until he did it again. He drew out and back in, roughly and like an animal. With his elbow holding him on the bed, he hovered over me. “I’m not in the mood for the slow fuck we had years ago. I need to be deep inside you. Deeper than I’ve ever been inside anyone.” He picked a furious pace, his other hand gripping my ass and keeping me steady for his assault. “So deep, our souls are connected.”
With those words, I started to topple. I knew it was sex talk but I didn’t care. My walls clenched him, and I closed my eyes to the kaleidoscope of colors bursting inside my head as I came harder than I’d ever come. I started to think I’d never actually come before, this was so intense.
A growl emanated from Ford as the hand on the bed reached up and tugged my hair back, exposing my neck. He bit down behind my ear, sucking and surely leaving a mark where only I would see, and then began to pour inside me. I felt him shuddering and his warmth seeping into me.
“Aagh, fuck,” he said, moving his hand around and over my neck, holding me in place while he continued to jerk inside me.
I’d be worried if it was anyone else, but with Ford animal instinct seemed to override everything. He kept pulsing, another time or two before collapsing on me. We lay there in a sweaty heap, tangled limbs and hearts.
“Was it too rough?” His voice was hoarse and tired.
I slid my hand onto his forehead, tangling my fingers in his hair, like I’d done this a thousand times. “No.”
“I don’t know what came over me. I had to consume you. I hope it was good for you.”
“You know it was,” I teased, running a finger over the tattoo. “This is new.”
“Well, new since the last time you saw me naked.”
I pinched his arm.
“I’m joking around. Got it in Vegas, on a guys’ weekend. It’s a crest from my fraternity—same fraternity as my dad. Utterly stupid. Started with a bet that I wouldn’t do it… I did it. And lived to regret it.”
I chuckled.
“This is why I don’t talk about it. Thank God it’s hidden most of the time. My mom would have a fit if it was in one of her photos. She’d stroke out. Scotty occasionally threatens to tell her.”
Despite the laughter rolling out of me, the heaviness of what was happening began to seep into my veins as Ford’s warmth began to drip out of me.
“The next few days are going to be shitty,” Ford said as he stood and made his way into my en suite bathroom.
I heard him banging around in there but didn’t know what to say. Was he running out again?
When he returned with a washcloth, I felt the bed dip with his weight and then he began to run the damp cloth along my folds and inner thigh, gentle and slow, unlike his lovemaking—fucking.
I reminded myself he’d never said he wanted to make love.He said fuck. I scolded myself for turning this into something greater than it was. It was nothing more than him losing himself in me, and the collective us burning off years of sexual need. It wasn’t a relationship or a lasting commitment.
“Come back to me, Red,” he said now beside me, pulling me into his side. We were still on top of the duvet, naked and sticky. “I need a few more minutes with you, and then I have to go try on my matching suit with Scotty. My mom’s assistant is making us dress like twins for the memorial. He life-flighted the damn thing here.” A small laugh escaped him when he said twins.
