He abandons words altogether as his control slips. His breath comes faster against my throbbing neck, and it sends a thrill through me, knowing I’m the one undoing him like this. My hands roam over his back, my nails raking lightly over his skin.
“Fuck.” His hips snap against mine, harder, faster, making my vision blur with pleasure.
“God…” I gasp, my nails digging into his back as I cling to him, feeling myself spiraling toward my release.
“Come for me, baby,” he grits out, pushing me over the edge while his fingers work in a perfect balance of pressure and pace. “I want to feel you.”
The orgasm crashes over me, wave after wave of pleasure drowning out everything else. I cry out, my body shaking as I come, gripping him tight with my hands. My pussy clenches around him, spasming as each wave hits.
Hottie groans as he buries himself deep inside me one last time, his body trembling as he follows me over the edge, spilling into the condom with a low, guttural moan.
We stay tangled together for a moment, breathless and spent. I may not have been able to find my second skin at the club tonight, but fusing mine to his seems to have come easily. His weight feels perfect on top of me, grounding me, and I don’t want to move.
Not yet.
We’re sweaty and hot, sticking together, and I fucking love the feeling.
“Fuck, that was…” He trails off, his face buried in my neck, but I can feel the grin spreading against my skin. “Everything.”
I laugh softly, still catching my breath. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
His gray eyes lock with mine, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he asks, still panting, “Not so bad? Damn. I thought I wasreallygood. So… a one-and-done after all?”
Chuckling, I let my head fall back against the pillow. “Chill. You’restillinside me.”
“And…” he presses his pelvis against mine, “… I already want to do it again.” His softening cock is still nestled firmly within me as he says, “I don’t know if I’ll leave when you tell me I can’t come back.”
I laugh, the sound bubbling up despite the strange heaviness settling over me. “Are you blackmailing me now?”
“Of course not,” he replies with a teasing smirk, kissing my forehead before finally pulling out, and the loss hits me immediately.
He stands and walks out of the room, probably to dispose of the condom in the bathroom, and the emptiness, thecoldrushes in, but it’s not only physical—it’s that inevitable void when the connection breaks.
And I hate it.
Every fucking time.
This time, it hits even harder. I hate how much I already miss him being close, the warmth of his body next to mine.
When he comes back and slides under the covers, pulling me snugly into his arms, the void fills,and my body thaws with each soft kiss he presses to the top of my head. The relief is immediate, but so is the fear.
What the fuck am I even doing?
This is exactly why I don’t do seconds and let myself get attached. Safety is everything I want but can’t have. And the thought of him taking it away will be even harder.
“You okay?” he asks quietly, sensing the tension creeping into my body.
“Are you?” I counter, trying to push the unease aside.
“I don’t knowwhatI am. You just blew my brain out of my skull.”
I snort. “I didn’t blow you at all.”
His laugh is low, throaty. “Another reason we should repeat this.”
I turn in his arms, meeting his eyes again, and there it is, that grin, so damn cocky and irresistible. A reluctant smile curves my lips despite myself. “I told you?—”
“I know.” His gaze softens as his hand strokes my back, his touch grounding me. “I… I don’t want this to stop. There’s too much good here.” I frown at him, but he quickly continues, “There is too much goodsexto throw it away. No strings attached, promise. Just you, me, and fun. Good feelings. Nothing else.”
