Just once more tonight.
Just us.
Not love.
Definitely not love.
No emotions, not even fondness.Physical connection.
Release.
That is what I’m holding onto.
Even if—somewhere deep down—I already know I’m lying.
As he enters me, his thick shaft stretching me in the most amazing way possible, I have to get my head and heart out of this.My body takes over, desire, want, need even taking over as all thoughts of how good this is and how much better it might be if I dared to let it go away as my body climbs higher and higher with every thrust.
Riot
Three Days Later
Kelly tastes like sugar and feels like trouble in my hands.Familiar and unique at the same time.Then again, this is our song and dance.The one we repeat regularly.
Her back hits the wall with a soft thud, her soft little gasp punching straight through my chest.I’ve had her like this more times than I should admit—pressed between my body and something solid, nowhere for her to go but closer—but it never hits my gut any less.
Every time feels like a first time.When has it ever been like this for me?
Never.
Her fingers curl into the leather of my cut, tugging me down to her.She kisses like she does everything else in life—full send, no hesitation, no halfway.Her mouth opens, warm and sweet, and for a second I forget who the hell I am.
For a second, I’m just a man who gets to have her.
“Ledger…” she breathes against my lips, my name a whisper that sounds like a prayer I have no business hearing.
Yeah.That right there?That’s the problem.
When she calls me Riot, I feel it straight to my cock.When she says Ledger, that pulls at an unfamiliar place deep inside me.
I drag my mouth along her jaw, down her throat, feeling her pulse kick under my tongue.My hands slide up from her hips, memorizing curves I already know by heart.I shouldn’t know her this well.Shouldn’t crave her like this.
She’s not mine.
She’s never been mine.
We agreed.
We are adults who have open communication.She’s the only woman who has ever been fully up front and stood by it.No fuss, no games, she’s here for the orgasms and neither of us are to get caught up in anything more than release.
Still, I find myself holding her like she belongs in my arms.
“Don’t fall in love with me,” she whispers, the words so quiet I almost miss them.
But I don’t.
They land like a punch to the ribs.Once again the words come like she says most times we fuck and each utterance cuts me a little deeper.I freeze for half a second, my forehead resting against hers, my breath rough.Her eyes search mine, big and bright and braced like she expects me to argue.
Maybe she wants me to argue.There is something unspoken in her gaze.
