He laughed while I glared at him as I sat back on my ass, aware that my balls were nearly touching the mirror beneath me.
“You still believe in your mom’s boogeymen?”
“No.” I huffed, mouth flicking up in a half smile. “But I’m not risking it. I won’t survive seven years of bad luck, all right? Not with regular luck like mine.”
He groaned. “I’m trying to be sexy, here, and instead, I nearly take you out with me.”
I shrugged. Despite the pain, my dick was still ready for action, hard and jerking as a reminder that he was still there, thank you very much. “Well, here’s your chance to make up for it.” I pointed at the lube and condom in his hand. “Take those and actually fuck me this time. Please?”
I didn’t miss the hesitation on his face, but it wasn’t difficult to figure him out. Eddie lacked confidence, but more than that, he was scared of hurting me the way he constantly hurt himself, even if it was unintentional.
“Eddie.” This time I held out a hand to him. “I don’t mind pain. I’ve been through it before, and this time, Ichooseit because it’s with you and you’d never hurt me on purpose. I need you to fuck me.”
He brushed a hand over his short hair before he nodded and took mine. He raised my palm to his mouth and laid a gentle kiss on it, then did the same to the pulse point on my wrist.
My heart stuttered.
He shifted behind me again, and I looked over my shoulder to watch him as he pushed me onto my hands. My gaze slid to my reflection. The man who stared back had been through hell, and now he was getting something he needed more than anything—someone he could trust. Or at least, I hoped. Eddie and I shared a secret now.
He killed Mike.
We got rid of him together.
He traced the knobs of my spine with his finger, and I sucked in a breath, the sensation sending tendrils of lust weaving through me. The softness of his lips met the base of my back. So gentle. A tremble shook me to my core.
“Eddie.” My voice quivered as bad as my body. “In me.”
“Look at you.” He pressed his chest to my back, dick resting between my asscheeks. At some point while he was behind me, he’d taken off his sweatpants, and he’d moved so smoothly I hadn’t noticed. Rare for him. He grasped my chin and directed my attention to the mirror. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Don’t look away. Keep watching while I fuck you.”
It was hard to face myself head-on, but he forced me. What I saw wasn’t a monster. My reflection wasme, hurt and damaged from years of trusting the wrong people, but still me. What was I supposed to do with that information? It didn’t change how the world viewed me.
I exhaled. “I’m nothing.”
“I disagree.” He kissed the arch of my ear, and I leaned back into him. “You’re sexy and smart and meant for big things. You’re strong, so much stronger than me. Don’t let my dad win. He’s not worth it.”
The guy in the reflection didn’t buy a word of this encouragement crap.
“Say it, Tyler. Tell me you won’t let him win.” Eddie dragged his fingers over my hip, caressing and teasing, and my skinerupted in more goose bumps until I was all melty and soft inside and hard as fuck on the outside. My fingers and toes tingled, and my dick pulsed with need. Eddie was making this an event.
“I won’t. I promise.” My voice trembled, but despite that, I believed my own words. Chuck was a prick. I hoped he died in the worst possible way. He deserved hell.
Eddie grasped my chin and turned my head so he could slam his lips against mine. I moaned into his mouth, a knot of jittery feelings assaulting me until I couldn’t quite figure out what was what, but that was fine.
His tongue tangled with mine, and I whimpered, rocking back to rub my ass against his dick. Hunger consumed me until I was drowning in need for him. I didn’t know how I went from never thinking about him inthat wayto this, but it didn’t matter. I wanted him and I had to have him.
“Stay there,” he mumbled against my mouth. I groaned when he moved. My eyes focused on the mirror and the man who looked back. The pupil in my left eye was huge, my cheeks flushed, and my mouth was parted. I was wrecked and we hadn’t even begun.
He touched my hole with a lubed finger, and I hissed in both surprise and at the coldness.
“Sorry.”
I chuckled and reached back to slap his thigh. “Don’t be. Just get inside me before I burst.” As though it agreed, my dick twitched and slapped against my belly again, leaving behind a trail of precum. The tip glimmered in the mirror. As much as I hated to admit it, I looked good.
I caught sight of Eddie in the reflection. My mouth watered as he shifted. I couldn’t see what he was doing at this angle, but I didn’t need to because the pressure at my hole deepened before one of his fingers pushed past the ring and in.
I hissed and bent forward, shoulders folded in as my hole contracted around the intrusion. It’d been a few months since I’d bottomed, and pleasure at the burn mixed with the sting of the stretch.
He laid another kiss at the base of my spine. “Tell me if you need me to go slower.”
