She whines. “I love it. Fuck.”
“You’re my perfect little toy, aren’t you? Mine to do what I want to.”
I press the tip of my finger inside, feeling her stretch around it.
Fuck. She’s so tight here.
She gasps. “Yes!”
“Yes what?” I growl, smacking her ass cheek as I push my finger deeper.
Her voice trembles, breath shallow. “I’m your toy!”
A few thrusts are all it takes. She shatters again, coming hard around my cock.
It’s too much. I still, grunting as I spill deep inside her.
I collapse over her, careful not to crush her, pressing soft kisses to her sweat-damp skin.
Pushing off her, I grab a towel, wiping away the evidence.
Then realization dawns. “Shit. We didn’t use a condom.”
Izzy places a hand on my chest, reassuring. “It’s okay. I’ve got the implant.”
Goddamn. I’ve never forgotten protection. Never fucked anyone without it. It felt too good being with Izzy raw, feeling her tight heat wrapped around my cock.
“Was I too rough?” I ask, fear clawing at my chest. God, after everything that's happened to her, everything she's endured, and I—
She reaches for my face, cupping my jaw, making me look at her.
“No. It was perfect,” she whispers, smiling sleepily. “Thank you.”
I swallow hard.
She continues. “I needed that… after what they did. I needed to know I could still enjoy it.”
Her words are soft, full of vulnerability. They make sense. But they stab me straight in the heart. This can never be more. She doesn’t love me. She was just lost in lust. In the need to feel normal.
“This can’t happen again, Iz,” I tell her.
She stiffens, then nods. “I know. This doesn’t change anything.”
I don’t answer. I just hold her closer, painfully aware of how fragile this moment is. Izzy curls into me again, leg slung over mine, our feet tangling.
When the lust fades, shame creeps in. I shouldn’t have fucked her like that. Not after everything she’s been through. Hell, I shouldn’t have fucked her at all.
21
Just Friends
The only gift I want for Christmas is you. —Besties, Izzy
Izzy
Iwaketoanempty bed, but the scent of sex and sweat lingers in the air, a sharp reminder of what happened just a few hours ago.
The smile that graces my lips is something I can’t help. It’s been too long since I had good sex. Even before Lucas and his friends took from me, it had been years since I’d enjoyed myself. I didn’t even have to fake it with Lucas—he didn’t care that he couldn’t make me come.
