He positioned himself, the thick head of his cock pressing against me.His gaze never left mine.“You stop me if it’s too much.Promise me.”
“I promise.”
The first push made me cry out, the burn ripping through me, sharp enough to steal my breath.I clawed at his back, nails scoring his skin, desperate and overwhelmed.
He stilled instantly, his lips covering my throat, kissing the panic away.“Breathe,” he whispered, voice frayed but tender.“You’re okay.I’ve got you.Just breathe for me.”
I exhaled shakily, forcing the air out as he kissed across my jaw, his hand stroking my thigh to ground me.The tension eased, my body yielding bit by bit, until the pain dulled into something fierce, exquisite.
“Good,” he murmured against my ear, his breath ragged.“So fucking good.You feel incredible.”
He pressed deeper, inch by inch, until the stretch swallowed me whole, until I was full of him, trembling and gasping under the weight of it.My cock throbbed hard between us, leaking against his stomach, proof of how much I wanted this—wanted him.
When he was finally seated deep inside me, he stilled again, chest heaving, his body trembling with restraint.
“Look at me,” Eddie said softly.
I forced my eyes open.And, fuck—his gaze undid me.His jaw was tight, sweat beading at his temple, every muscle taut with the effort of holding back.But his eyes—those eyes were reverent, tender, wrecked with love he hadn’t said out loud yet.
“You’re mine,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over my lips.“Every inch of you.And I’ll prove it, until you believe it.”
Then he moved—slow at first, careful thrusts that rocked through me, each one dragging a raw sound from my throat I didn’t recognize as my own.I felt the deliberate pull of his thickness sliding out, the wet stretch of my body gripping him tight, then the overwhelming fullness when he pressed back in.Inch by inch, again and again, he built a rhythm that left me trembling.
The burn melted into heat, into pleasure so fierce it stole my breath, until every push set fire to my nerves.
“Fuck, Eddie,” I moaned, my body arching into his, chasing him.
“God, B ...”His voice cracked, his thrusts rolling deeper, harder, his hips meeting mine with unrelenting intent.“You feel incredible—so fucking tight around me.Like you were made for me.”
Every stroke found that spot inside me that made me cry out, broken sounds spilling from my mouth as my cock jerked helplessly against my stomach.He pressed deeper, groaning into my skin.“You’re taking me so well.So perfect.I could stay buried in you forever.”
His hand slid down, wrapping around my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.The double assault unraveled me, my body caught between the searing way he filled me and the brutal pleasure of his fist around me.
I clung to him, nails digging into his back, whispering his name like a prayer I didn’t know I still believed in.
“Let go for me,” he rasped, his lips brushing mine, his eyes locked on me even as his rhythm faltered with need.“Come with me, B.Show me how good I make you feel.”
The world shattered.My release tore through me, hot and devastating, spilling across my stomach and his hand.My body clenched tight around him, pulling him deeper, dragging him with me.
“Fuck—Barret,” he groaned, hips jerking hard, his thrusts breaking apart as he came inside the condom, every muscle taut with pleasure until he collapsed against me, shaking.
For a long moment, we stayed there—bodies trembling, breath mingling, the world narrowed to just us.Then Eddie kissed me again, soft and lingering, as if to seal the night into memory.
“See?”he whispered, brushing my hair back.“I told you—I’ve got you.”
I believed him.I believe he could take care of me ...until he fucking left me.
ChapterSixteen
Eddie
“I had no idea it was story time,” I say as I walk into the room and listen to our first time together, playing back like a recording that still makes my throat ache.
“She wants to know how it started.Us ...three—” Barret glances at Cleo.“Her.”
“Not surprised.She’s always liked to watch—a voyeur.Story time with the nitty-gritty is practically her favorite thing, isn’t it?”The words come out with a grin I can’t quite rein in, equal parts fondness and wickedness, because with Cleo it always is.
“Sure, but also ...you two make sense,” Cleo states, level and curious.“Why add me?Why not let me just be a one-time thing?”
