His cock is hard and hot against my stomach, and I rock up into it, into him, loving the trail of pre-cum he leaves on my skin.Marking me.I want to be covered in it.
I circle my thumb through a pearl of pre-cum, rubbing it around the head.
He moans, low, his hips twitching.“I mean it; you’re not alone anymore, and I care what happens to you, okay?If you care about me?—”
“You know I do.”And, yes, I do know now.
“Then you have to keep yourself safe too.”
It’s not only Hal I see threatening him; it’s the leader, his crew, every gun pointed at Sterling’s face while he stared back, cold and determined.
“Being a hero is only sexy if you survive.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yes, you are.Now prove it.I need you to fuck me.”
With a growl so deep that I feel it vibrate in my bones, he grasps at my hips and pulls me back onto his cock.Over and over, hard and deep.Moans spill from my lips, punched-out little sounds I can’t control, and I hook my ankles behind his back, urging him on.Neither of us can get close enough.
Fuck, he’s so deep, and I still want more.
“That’s it, Mia.Let me hear you.”
I scream as I come, the sound ripped out of me, and I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard without doing it myself, so of course, it was Sterling who made it happen.My orgasm is answered with his own, and I hate my heart for stuttering when he pulls away, putting distance between us to get rid of the condom.
He’ll leave now, right?We both finished, and now he’s—oh, slipping under the covers, pulling me close.My nerves settle.
Sterling props himself up on one elbow, looking down at me.A damp curl falls over his temple, but I don’t dare touch it.It’s beautiful.He’s beautiful.
“I don’t do this lightly, you know.I’ve wanted you for a long time.I tried to stop—you were with someone, and we work together—but you have to be honest with me; you have to tell me if this isn’t serious for you because I …”
I brush my lips against his.“That’s not something you ever have to worry about.I … I tried too.Tried everything I could to not want you.I told myself it was just a crush, that it would fade over time, but it hasn’t.I can’t be anything but serious about this because it’s all I’ve wanted since I met you.”
“Good,” he says, kissing me.“Because I want to be here when you wake up tomorrow, and I’m going to keep wanting to be with you until you tell me to stop.”
“You’ll be waiting a while,” I say, smiling.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
* * *
And they lived happily ever after.
But what about Lucky?(go to 89)
go back(go to 67)
THREE MONTHS LATER
I wake to the sound of Sterling’s monster of a coffee machine.A fancy monster.It has a touch screen.It also grinds beans with the decibels of a jet engine.
Anytime I sleep here—three times already this week—I wake up to two things: Sterling or coffee.Sometimes both.Any and all combinations are great, although as I roll over onto his side of the bed, it would be nice to get a cuddle in before he leaves.
He might like to run at four a.m., but I don’t need to see what the world looks like before the sun rises.I don’t even need to open my eyes to find him in the kitchen.
He hums as I plaster myself to his back.
“What day is it?”
