“Son of a fucking bitch. I’m going to kill them.”
He takes a step back, but I stop him by gripping his shirt. I don’t know what possesses me. We’re supposed to be going slow, but I can feel him hanging on by a thread, and this might be the only way to get him to snap out of his feelings.
I lift up onto my tiptoes and press my lips lightly against his. He freezes solid, making me pull away, embarrassed. There’s a reason I never make the first move. It’s a confidence thing, something I’m lacking. But before I can die of embarrassment, his hands are in my hair and his lips are on mine.
His kiss is firm and strong, just like him, and leaves me feeling lightheaded. His tongue demands entrance, as if I would attempt to stop him. He slides his hands down my body and lifts me, walking into the kitchen and sitting me on top of the counter. I open my legs so that he can stand between them before locking them around his waist. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him as close as I can get him, making him groan into my mouth before he tears his lips away from mine.
“Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
I look up at him through my lashes and completely agree. We’re supposed to be going slow. Bad Sorrow, this is a terrible idea. But God, it feels so good. He presses a soft kiss to my forehead before lifting me back to my unsteady feet.
“I should go.” A wave of disappointment washes over me, though I know it’s the right thing to do. I nod and walk him to the door. He leaves without a backward glance. I close the door and press my head against it, waiting for my racing heart to calm a little. When I hear a knock a few minutes later, I open it and find myself face-to-face with Banner again. He looks at me with pure, unadulterated need.
“Fuck it.” His lips are on mine again as he kicks the door closed with his foot.
My hands find their way under his T-shirt before he breaks the kiss long enough to pull it off. My tank top is next, followed by my bra, as he walks me backward into the sitting room. He spins us around and breaks the kiss as he sits in the recliner and snags the waist of my sweats, sliding them down my legs until I can step out of them. When I’m left in nothing but my black lace underwear, he pulls me on top of him so that my legs straddle his. He sucks on one of my nipples, making me gasp before stopping for a second and switching to the other. I can feel how wet I am and wonder if I can come from this alone. Feeling his hardness through his jeans has me grinding down on him, looking for friction. His fingers delve between my legs, stroking my clit. My breathing becomes erratic as he teases me until I can’t handle any more. I push his arm away before I come all over his fingers. When I do finally explode, I want it to be with him inside me.
I slip my hands down to find the button on his fly. When he doesn’t stop me, I pop it open and slide the zipper down. He lifts us both slightly with one hand and uses the other to tug his jeans and boxers down his legs. When he sits back down, his cock springs free. I reach for it, sliding my hand down his impressive length. He groans at the contact, clearly enjoying my hands on him. I lift up and place him at my entrance, rubbing the tip backward and forward through my wetness. I slowly sink backdown and take him deep inside me. I stay still, giving myself time to adjust. I stare at him, wishing I could tell him how I feel in this moment. He links his fingers through mine and thrusts up inside me. My eyes slip closed as he hits something that makes me ripple around him.
“Fuck, Sorrow, you feel so good.” He tugs me down for a kiss as he thrusts into me again and again. I let go of his hands and grip his shoulders, using them for leverage so that I can bounce up and down upon him. He slips a hand between us and strums my clit again, making my movements falter for a second. I speed up, flexing my hips and pushing down to meet him thrust for thrust. He plays me like an instrument, his talented fingers making my body sing in ways I’ve only ever read about.
“You feel so good. You gonna come for me, Sorrow, huh? You gonna come all over my cock?” His fingers swirl around my clit faster until I open my mouth on a silent scream and explode like a firework. He grips my hips and slams into me once, twice, three times before following me over the edge. I feel him pulse deep inside me. He pulls me down to lie upon his chest, which is still moving up and down rapidly, and wraps his arms tightly around me.
“Fuck going slow.”
I burst out laughing. “We didn’t even last a day.”
“I can’t help it if being inside you is my favorite place to be.”
I feel myself blush, which is ridiculous given what we just got up to.
“You know, I was eighteen when I first realized that what I felt for you was more than just friendship. I knew it was wrong, so I made sure to put some distance between us. But you were all I could think about. By the time I turned nineteen, I was hopelessly in love with you and knew I had to leave before I did something stupid. Then you started dating Alec, so I stayed away. I was convinced he was better for you, and I wanted morethan anything for you to be happy.” He trails his fingers up and down my spine.
“But you weren’t happy, were you? I should have come back.” I hear him whisper as my eyes get heavy and I feel myself drifting off to sleep.
“I’m sorry, Sorrow, I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t know how you’ll ever forgive me.” My eyes flutter shut as his words wrap themselves around me, soothing out the sharp edges of our history and reshaping it into something new.
I wake up an hour later when the phone rings. It’s mine for a change. I fumble on the table for it, disconnecting myself from Banner with a wince. I can’t deny I fucking loved falling asleep with him inside me.
I answer my phone as Banner comes awake, his eyes landing on my tits, which has his dick waking up and waving hello.
“Hello, Sorrow, you there?”
“Sorry Olivia. I’m here,” I whisper.
“Oh, good. Are you sitting down?”
“Yeah, why? What’s happened?”
Banner sits up quickly at my tone, so I put the phone on speaker.
“As you know, I took the evidence your law firm collected and did some digging myself and presented it all to the DA’s office to investigate. I don’t know if they have the Flash working for them or if it’s because they already have a media nightmare to contend with over the IA and Tempest PD. But they just called to tell me a warrant has been issued for the Bannerman’s on a bunch of charges. Falsifying evidence, perverting the course of justice, and even child endangerment because you were a child that they failed to protect. It’s going to take a while. I can’t give you a timeframe just yet, but I just wanted you to hear it from me first.”
“Thank you, Olivia. I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“It ain’t over yet. I won’t stop until I have your record expunged and restitution paid. I’ll keep you updated. Laters.”
She hangs up before I can say anything else.
