He pulls out, and I whimper at the loss of contact, but he flips me onto my stomach and pulls me up on my knees before dropping his palm to my ass with a loud smack. He’s back inside me without missing a beat as he continues to fuck me from behind. His fingertips grip my hips, and the familiar, delicious pierce of his nails dig into my hips, reminding me of the first time we did this just like it always does.
We had both become a little aggressive, our bodies succumbing to the pleasure that only this position can provide, leading to faint bruises on my hips from when he gripped me too hard. This wouldn’t have been a problem except that it was summer, so it was a little hard to hide while wearing my bathing suit. His pelvis bangs against my ass harder with each thrust, and I know it won’t be long before he comes with the way his breathing has become more erratic. “I’m going to come, baby. Join me, yeah?”
I let out a whimper and drop my head to my pillow as it finds its way into my mouth. I bite down as my pelvis begins to tingle with my impending orgasm, and my toes curl as it starts to flow through me. “Wild! FUCK!”And then he’s coming at the same time mine rips through me. His dick expands with each thrust as he empties himself inside me. His thrusts slow, and his lips are on my neck, moving slowly down my spine as he gives me light kisses to my ass. I feel his hands on my cheeks spreading them, and then his lips are on my sex, and his tongue swipes through my swollen cunt and then up my crack before sinking his teeth into one of my cheeks.
I shiver, just like I always do when he rubs his tongue over that puckered hole, and a wicked grin finds my lips that he’s explored every inch of my skin so thoroughly. My heart is still beating in tandem with the pulsing between my legs when he flips me onto my back and stares into my eyes like he’s already preparing to go again.
I pull him closer and wrap my legs around his back, keeping him against me as I feel the vulnerability of the earlier conversation coupled with the intensity of our orgasms washing over me. He presses his forehead against mine, and I reach up, resting my hand against his chest, feeling his heart pound against my palm. I move both of my hands up farther to cup his face, dragging my fingertips across the stubble that I’ve loved ever since he started growing facial hair, and even more once I learned how it would feel between my legs.
“I love you,” I tell him, tears still in my eyes. “You’re the only person who gets me,” I whisper. “And…I’m terrified of what that means if we can’t be together. No one will ever be able to hold a candle to you. No one can live up to the impossible standards you’ve set as the first man who ever loved me.”
His dick softens as it glides through my slick sex. Our orgasms mix, and a flutter moves from my chest to my clit when he rubs it against me. He moves his hands, sliding them underneath my back and holding me so his chest is against mine before he kisses me gently. “First and last.”
We finally made it out of Halle’s apartment that afternoon after a shower where I spent most of the time fucking her against the tile while the water cascaded around us. This day used to make us feel vulnerable, weak, and broken. Like two people who couldn’t figure out how not to let this tragedy become their story. We still felt vulnerable, but it was like being in this space together somehow shielded us from the pain that we lived with every day. We’d become insatiable, and that hasn’t waned over the years.
It’s midday on a Friday in October, so a number of people are at the rooftop bar ready to unwind after a long week. It can’t be more than seventy-five degrees, with a light breeze making for the perfect day for a beer outside in New York. “You come here often?” I tease her with a nudge of my leg against hers under the table, and she stares at me from over her glass and rolls her eyes before taking a sip.
“You stalk my location enough, don’t you know?” she asks, followed by a grin. When I raise an eyebrow at her, a sign that means I’m not going to answer her sassy-ass question, she continues, “Sometimes after class, some of us will come here.” I pan my eyes over the space, taking in all the high-top tables and various couches spread throughout, before turning back to meet her gaze. But her eyes aren’t on me. She’s staring at something behind me, an irritated look all over her face, and then her eyesflit to mine before she lets out a sigh. “Okay, please do not fly off the handle and get super territorial and possessive. They know you’re my stepbrother.”
I don’t have a chance to respond before I sense someone right behind me, and then a man’s voice booms out Halle’s name. I barely have a chance to register what Halle said before a man sidles up next to her and slides an arm around her shoulders, followed by a squeeze. “I hardly ever see you here on weekends.” Two other guys and a girl follow suit, and the girl’s eyes instantly find mine, interest all over her face as she slides onto the stool next to me with a smile.
“You must be Halle’s stepbrother.” She looks up at me, and I can see the haze in her chocolate eyes, making me believe this is probably not their first stop today and definitely not the first drink in her hand.
“Sebastian,” I say with a nod, not wanting to acknowledge her theory before taking another sip of my beer. “And you are?” I sit with my eyes still trained over the table, staring at the guy standing entirely too close to Halle while I’m entirely too far away. Luckily, Halle must have felt my tension because she turns in her stool so that his arm falls from her shoulders, but it doesn’t stop him from standing directly next to her.
“These are some of my friends from school. Jase,” she says, gesturing to the guy whose hand I wouldn’t mind breaking. “Bryce, Dex, and Addison.” She points at the three others.
“My friends call me Addie,” the girl says. My instinct to ask what that has to do with me is halted when Saint pins me with a warning glare, as if she can hear my thoughts.
“Well, it’s nice to meet all of you, but we were kind of in the middle of something,” I say, not wanting to spend another second with this intrusive group of strangers.Especiallytoday, and especially when it seems at least one of them wants to get into Saint’s pants. I know she said that they know who I am,but if we’re preparing to tell the world that we’re together, these four, who are supposed to be her friends, should be the least of our concerns. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to make a point that Saint isnotavailable to anyone but me.
Jase, who is clearly trying to get me to cause bodily harm to him if his proximity to Saint is any indication, speaks up before meeting my gaze. “Well, meet us at the next bar?” His eyes narrow slightly before turning to Saint, and I briefly wonder if she finds him attractive. I’ve only ever known the version of Saint that has been in love with and attracted to me, and while I know this doesn’t change anything, I’m not sure if he’s the kind of man who would have her attention if I weren’t in the picture. “We are heading to the Refinery next. But just text me.” He squeezes her shoulders before he moves awayfucking finally, and I happen to notice the girl in my periphery mouth something to Saint just before they leave the table.
I can see that Saint is uncomfortable, and when her eyes meet mine, I see irritation in them.
“What?”
“Addison says you’re hot.” She rolls her eyes before pulling her beer to her lips and taking a long sip.
I snort in response because if I’m being completely honest, I’ve already forgotten her name. “I don’t care.” I narrow my gaze at her. “Why is the pretty boy so handsy?”
“Jase?” She scrunches her nose and shakes her head. “I wouldn’t call him pretty, and it’s so obvious right now that you’re fishing. I don’t find him attractive. I’m not interested in Jase. Relax, please.”
“He’s clearly interested.”
“Okay?”
“Okay, so I don’t like the idea of some guy trying to fuck the love of my life. Fucking sue me.” I lean back against the back of my chair, trying not to take my annoyance out on Saint, but I cansense those familiar jealous feelings creeping in. “And I’d prefer not to meet them later if I’m going to be forced to watch him hit on you all night because to him, I’mobviouslynot a threat.”
“Well, I’m sorry. Up until two hours ago, we weren’t telling people there would be a likelihood of their face meeting your fist if they hit on me.” She rolls her eyes and tucks both sides of her hair behind her ears. Saint has had longer hair for most of her life, but the shorter hair on her is so sexy and gives her this air of sophistication.
“Fine. Just saying,” I respond. “This seems very out of character for the woman who’s lost her shit on several occasions over women who you thought were interested in me.”
“I’m not disagreeing with you. We don’t have to meet them!”
“I’m just saying, if we’re planning to start telling people anyway…” I trail off so she can connect the dots.
Her eyes widen in shock. “Now?”
