Aston’s arms lock around my shoulders, and he fucks me through my orgasm until he reaches the point where he can’t take it anymore. He stills as he comes in me with a wounded cry. His face falls between my shoulder blades, and he jerks as he clings to me, my name spilling from his lips.
Before I know what’s happening, he flips me back over and enters me again, his cock still half-hard. His forehead meets mine, and our eyes lock while our ragged breath tickles each other. He pumps lightly, a slow rolling of his hips.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“I don’t want to stop. I want to keep going. I want to do this all night.” He licks my lips. “Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
He kisses me, his hands on my face, holding me. He thrusts deeper now, more primal. I can feel his cum leaking out of me, but he’s fucking it back into me too, and it’s so dirty I can’t help but moan.
“I’m getting hard again. Already.” He smiles. “Do you feel it? How do you do this to me?”
The wonder in his voice has me smiling too. I’ve already had two orgasms, but I’m not sure that will stop my body. Not tonight. Not with him.
“You take me so well,” he murmurs. “Like you were made for this. Made for me.”
The words sink into me, both terrifying and thrilling. “Aston,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m asking for.
“One more,” he demands. “Give me one more, my swan. I want to feel you come around me again.”
He fucks me like this. Fucks us both. He holds me close and kisses me and murmurs sweet and dirty things between my lips. It doesn’t even take that long until we’re both moaning and moving and panting.
I don’t know how it’s possible. How my body can take more, but somehow it does.
“I’m close,” he warns. “So fucking close. Come with me, baby.”
His finger finds my clit and moves in fast, mind-blowing circles while his hips slam harder, and suddenly, I am. My pussy clenches around him as another orgasm rips through me. It’s deeper, more intense. I feel it in my bones. In my soul.
Aston follows me, his body rigid, his eyes wide, and his lips parted. It’s a look on him I’ll never forget. We collapse together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths. For a longmoment, neither of us speaks. His heart pounds against my chest, and his arms tighten around me as if he’s afraid I’ll disappear.
Then reality crashes into me. I just fucked my fake husband and my brother’s best friend. A man ten years older than me. This was never supposed to happen. I promised myself it wouldn’t. Yet here I am, having just had the most intense and best sex of my life.
Panic rises up my throat, choking me. What have I done? What will this mean for us going forward?”
I need space. I need to think, and I need to do that without being naked, lying in his arms, and feeling things I don’t want to feel.
I move away from him when his arm tightens around me. “Stay,” he murmurs, his voice drowsy and sated. “Stay with me tonight.”
“I can’t,” I tell him honestly. “I just… I need my own space.”
I don’t look at him as I push his arm away and gather my clothes, pulling them on with hasty, trembling hands. I know he’s watching me, and suddenly the room feels too small, the air too thick.
He sits up and moves to the edge of the bed as he puts his boxer briefs back on. “Skylar?—”
“It’s okay. This was fun. But I need to go.” Before he can respond, I’m out the door, hurrying down the hall to my own room on unsteady legs. I press the lock button on the knob and lean against the door, sliding to the floor as my knees give out.
I’m in trouble. Deep, serious trouble. And that’s the last thing I can afford to be in.
29
ASTON
So, here’s my thinking, and it may be crazy, but I think Skylar likes me. I think shereallylikes me, and I know I sound like I’m ten or whatever, but I don’t care. Why else would she have freaked out last night? If she didn’t care, she would have stayed or fucked me a third time in the shower or told me she still hated me. Maybe she would have laughed at me trying to snuggle her and told me to quit being sappy.
She would have been able to look at me. But she couldn’t.
She asked for space before she ran from me, and I should grant her that, but I think that’s simply her fear and uncertainty talking.
