I didn’t even bother pushing his jeans all the way down, and he didn’t seem to want to take the time either. As soon as the condom was on, he lifted my leg again, positioned himself at my entrance and pushed deep inside me.
I wasn’t sure if his groan or mine was louder. He stretched me and filled me, and at first it felt like too much. And then it felt…right. Not a word I conjured up when thinking about Stick and me together. But yeah, it was right. We…fit.
He leaned into me, then picked up my other leg, both off the ground now, my back at an angle against the wall, his body leveraging mine. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hung on. I was splayed open, totally trusting in Stick to hold me up. To take care of me. It was an odd sensation, but as his movements inside me picked up pace, I relaxed and caught his rhythm.
He sensed it right away. Of course he did. I both hated and loved that. “That’s it,” he said in my ear, his face against mine, our deep breaths matched. “Open that awesome body to me, Jane. Let me all the way in.”
I shifted a tiny bit in his arms, and we both sighed at the exquisite slide that brought him even closer, deeper.
“Yes,” I said, not able to help myself. “Yes, right there.” He knew he’d found the spot, and picked up his pace, his fingers pressing into the backs of my thighs as he drove harder into me, slamming me against the wall with each stroke.
Just before his release, he bit my earlobe, and that, coupled with his hard strokes, sent me over the edge again. My whole body shuddered, and I felt the spasms rocket through his body as I held on to him.
He pumped a few more strokes as I came down from my high, then he rested his face in the crook of my neck. His body leaned in to mine, stretching me even further, and I gasped his name, feeling the aftershocks.
We stayed like that—our bodies joined, with my feet still off the ground, Stick’s strong arms holding my—not insignificant—weight.
I don’t know how long it was before he turned around, sliding me further onto his body as I left the wall. He carried me the few steps to the bed and grabbed the bedding with one hand, giving it a yank down so that he could lay me down on the sheets. He followed me down, still staying inside me.
I tucked my head into his chest, placing a soft kiss on his pec, not wanting to look at him. Not wanting him to know he’d just completely destroyed me.
As no other man ever had.
Chapter23
Stick
I ruled the road.
And then I was sideswiped by Jane.
I left the bed.Left Jane dozing under the sheet. A shame to cover her luscious body, but when the sweat that we’d worked up cooled down, she’d be chilled.
I shook my head as I walked to the bathroom, unbelieving that I was thinking shit about how a girl I’d just banged might get chilled.
Except she wasn’t just any girl. And it wasn’t your regular old bang.
It was Jane. And it was…unfuckingbelievable.
The sun was nearly down and the guesthouse was dim. We hadn’t turned on any lights when I’d dragged Jane here. There hadn’t been time. I’d had her pinned against the wall too quickly.
And then she’d ground against me and all logical thought had left me. Instinct—and desperately wanting Jane naked for months—had taken hold.
And then I’d taken hold of her.
I switched on the light in the bathroom and shut the door so the glare wouldn’t rouse her.
I didn’t think she was asleep, just in more of a post-sex haze. And I was too, but I wanted to get rid of the condom and clean up a little so we could commence with round two.
I peeled the rubber off, then stopped. Something looked a little different. It’d been a while since I’d had sex (since before that first kiss with Jane when I’d dropped off Yvette), but I knew what a used rubber looked like. Not that I scientifically studied them or anything, but if you see what looks like blood on anything, you take a closer look.
I held the thing together at the top, then ran it under the tap so water would run off the outside of it. And the water turned pink in the basin. Yeah, blood.
She could have been having her period, though she hadn’t brought it up and I hadn’t seen anything to make me think she was.
Or she could havejuststarted her period.
But no. I knew. Jane had been a virgin until about an hour ago.
