He starts to thrust, slow and deep at first, building a rhythm that has me seeing stars. Every stroke hits something inside me that makes my whole body sing.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, gazing down at me like I’m precious. “Taking my cock like you were made for it. My perfect girl. My good girl.”
“Yours,” I gasp. “Only yours.”
“That’s right.” His pace increases, and I can feel the pressure building, coiling tight in my core. “This pussy belongs to me. No one else will ever touch you. Ever taste you. Ever fuck you. You’re mine now, Claire. For good.”
The possessiveness in his voice sends me spiraling. I claw at his back, pulling him closer, deeper.
“Alec, I’m close?—”
“Give it to me, darling. Come on my cock. Let me feel you fall apart.”
I shatter, crying out his name as my pussy clamps down around him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, so intense I can barely breathe.
“Fuck, that’s it.” Alec’s hips piston faster, chasing his own release. “So fucking perfect. Squeezing me so tight. I’m going to—Claire, I should pull out?—”
“No.” I wrap my legs around him, locking him in place. “Stay. I want to feel you. Please.”
His eyes blaze. “You want me to come inside you? Fill up this virgin pussy with my cum?”
“Yes.” The word is shameless. Desperate. “Please, Alec. I need it.”
“Christ, Claire.” His rhythm stutters, his cock swelling inside me. “You’re going to ruin me, you know that? Absolutely fucking destroy me.”
“Good.” I dig my nails into his shoulders. “Then we’ll be ruined together.”
That’s what breaks him. Alec buries himself to the hilt and groans, long and low, as he spills inside me. I feel every pulse of his release, warm and claiming, and it triggers another orgasm that leaves me boneless.
We stay like that for a long moment, tangled together, breathing hard. Then Alec rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m sprawled across his chest with his cock still warm inside me.
Neither of us speaks. We don’t need to.
I press my ear to his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. His hand strokes up and down my spine, slow and soothing.
Something has shifted between us. I can feel it in the air, in the way he holds me, in the ache behind my ribs that has nothing to do with physical satisfaction.
This isn’t just sex. This isn’t just attraction or adrenaline or two people clinging to each other in the middle of chaos.
This is more.
8
Alec
A knock on the door wakes me from the best night’s sleep I’ve had in ages. Hell, in my entire life. I look around, and there’s Claire, lying next to me and blinking open her eyes.
We stayed up way too late, having sex two more times before we finally passed out. I’m starving because we forgot dinner in the rush of everything, too.
“Did I just hear the door?”
Claire looks around, groggy with sleep still clinging to her. It’s fucking adorable.
I’ve known this girl for such a short time, but every second I’m around her, my cells vibrate with excitement and attraction. It’s nuts, I know, but I never want to be apart from her.
“Yeah, hang on. I’ll fetch us some clothes.”
Smiling over at me as she yawns, I scramble out of bed and hurry to find something for us to wear, conveniently forgetting Claire’s bra and underwear.
