Our eyes lock, and he thrusts into me. A wave takes me under at the feel of him stretching me open.
“Fuck, little devil.” He lifts me against him. His warm skin collides with mine as I wrap myself around him. “I’ve missed the feel of your cunt taking all of me.”
Water falls on us as he steps into the shower and pins me against the tile wall. He holds my hips against it as he fucks me hard. I clench my fingers in his hair. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can do is feel what he does to me.
Every thrust lifts me higher and pushes me closer to the edge. He brings his mouth down to my neck and sucks on my pulse until I shatter all around him, drowning in the feel of him, milking his cock for every ounce of cum he can give me.
Crying out, I tumble through ecstasy with every thrust. He groans his release as he fucks into me a few more times. My pussy throbs around him as his cock pulses his release deep inside me.
I open my eyes and he’s watching me, waiting for me to open them. I feather my fingers through his hair. “I’ve missed you. I’m still mad at you.”
“I know,” he says softly, and leans into my hand, closing his eyes. This moment is worth fighting for.
He kisses me, and I groan into his mouth as need rushes through me again. He pulls out and moves us under the shower. I let my legs drop and he lowers me to stand on my own. I don’t want to break this feeling by talking about what happened or how our parents know or the social media fiasco.
The only thing I want to do is bask in having him here with me.
He seems to be on the same page as we wash each other, like we’ve done for weeks. I’m gentle on his hip where he’s bruised from hockey. I mentally catalogue every bruise. Once he’s rinsed off, I don’t resist leaning in to kiss his chest. To explore the ridges and dips of his muscles with my mouth as I grab hold of his hard cock.
He pushes my hair back and runs his hands over my body until I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth with a moan. There’s this part of me that’s desperate to have all of him.To make him remember how good we are together before we get to the tough part.
He threads his fingers into my hair and fucks my mouth gently as I look up at his hooded eyes.
“Touch yourself, little devil. Sink your fingers into that needy little pussy of yours.”
I groan around him as I do what he says, pressing my fingers into my slick heat.
“Fuck, I thought about you every night. This body, this mouth, your eyes. Everything about you. You’re part of me. I’m never letting you go.” He watches me before he takes over, thrusting a little faster, a little deeper. I match his pace and fuck myself in time with him until his cum floods my mouth and my pussy clutches around my fingers. My release shudders through me.
“That’s it. Take it all.” His words, his cock inside my mouth, his hand in my hair. A pulse of rightness flows through me.
I swallow as he lifts me to my feet. He takes my fingers and sucks them into his mouth, tasting me, tasting him, tasting us.
My lips part as I watch. He turns off the shower and wraps me in a towel before running one quickly over his body. Then he’s lifting me, carrying me into the bedroom, our bedroom. He drops me on the bed and follows me down.
He thrusts into me like he can’t bear to be away and hovers over me, our eyes locked while he fucks into me slower. He runs his hand over my body as he holds himself up with the other. I can’t look away from his eyes. Fuck, I love when he sees me.
When I reach up to touch his jaw, he leans into the touch briefly before turning my palm over. He scans my hand, noticing the healing of the little scars before he kisses each one. Then he takes my hands and pulls them over my head, stretching me beneath him, holding my wrists captive as he fucks me harder.
“Mine,” he growls and everything inside me melts. Accepting his ownership. Knowing no matter what, he’s mine and I’m his.
CHAPTER 35
Cam
“Why are we here again?”Hawk downs his energy drink like it’s gold.
The here is a party. It’s not as big as Fletcher’s parties, but it’s decent. Most girls give us once-overs as we pass. The guys size us up and decide not to fuck with us. I don’t give a shit about anyone else here. I’m just looking for one person.
“Elizabeth Stanwell,” I tell him as we move through the rooms of the party. She didn’t accept my friend request. Probably saw I was from Deimos. Maybe even asked her brother about me. But one of her friends did, and that friend was happy to post about the party they were attending tonight.
“I don’t know what it will prove if Elizabeth goes to the same school as Jackson. It doesn’t mean they know each other.” Hawk’s still grumbly, even with the caffeine. Probably because we both know Damon is fucking Evan, and Hawk wanted to watch— maybe even join in.
Those two need some time together before we descend and help fuck our girl into the weekend. As I look around the party, I’m not seeing anyone I know. Every now and then Hawk will nod at some guy.
“He plays hockey.” And then he’ll list off a school, but not Kentwood Prep. I just nod because I know most of the guys who play hockey.
I glance at the girl’s feed and see a picture from out by the pool. Signaling Hawk, I make my way out back where the party is a little more quiet but not any less boisterous. As Hawk steps outside, the girls zero in on him like flies to shit. Then they notice others noticing him and eye each other up and down like they’re daring each other to make the first move.
