He moved his hand up, tangling it in the back of my hair, and pulled me a breath away from his face. “Kiss me, Blaire. Kiss me like you’ll love me until your dying breath.”
I kissed him like there was nothing separating us. No death. No destruction. There were no missing memories or chunks of time unaccounted for. There was just us, the way it was always supposed to be.
His cock was hard against my leg, and I ground into it. He moaned, holding me away.
“Don’t do that, baby. I’ll fuck you right here.”
“Maybe that’s what I want.” An orgasm might make me forget it all, leaving me peacefully numb. I ground my hips against him again, desperate for some kind of release. He was hard, and I was dripping. I wasn’t sure what the problem was.
Winder pulled back, staring into my eyes, even though I could already tell he was losing the fight against his desire. “You can’t hide from reality. Not with drugs, or sex, or anything else you might think of. I won’t be just some temporary fix. If you want me to fuck you because you want to feel alive, I have no issues with that. But I won’t fuck you so you can pretend none of this is happening.”
I sucked in a breath, knowing he was right. It wasn’t fair of me to ask that of him. But I could give him the other. “I want you to make me come.”
“Please,” he added. Mischief danced behind his eyes.
“Are you serious?”
“Completely.” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes. “I want you to make me come,please.”
“Much better.” He tugged me down to kiss me once more, sliding the seat back as he did so.
Wiggling out of my pants and underwear, he slid his pants down over his hips, his cock hard and ready.
There wasn’t a lot of room in the car, and Winder raised a brow at me. “What are you waiting for? Come fuck yourself on my cock already.”
I shuffled closer, until I hovered over the broad head, hands on the ceiling of the car. “Ask me nicely.”
Winder laughed. “You’re a fucking brat. Please, fuck yourself on my cock, before I make a goddamn mess.”
I inched my way down his thick length, both of us groaning as I took him in. Finally, he was fully inside, and we were both struggling not to move.
Winder cupped my face between his hands, quietly moaning with the movement. “Take what you need. It’s all yours, every last piece of me. If you need to fuck yourself, do it. Just don’t make me a temporary fix.”
“You could never be temporary,” I whispered. I rested my hands on either side of him, slowly moving myself up and down, rolling my hips against him. “Oh my God.”
“Fuck, baby,” Winder murmured, grabbing my thighs. “You’re so goddamn tight. Fuck me just like that, just like that.”
He held onto my skin, steadying me as I rode him, his cock hitting deeper and deeper inside me, until I was left gasping and panting as I fucked him. “Winder, Jesus.”
“You wanted to make yourself come, now do it,” he ordered, squeezing me tighter. His hips rose to meet me, both of us inching closer to our release. “I want to watch you fuck yourself until you cry, Blaire. Don’t disappoint me.”
“Oh!” I cried, slamming myself down on him. I fucked him harder, desperately chasing my orgasm just out of my reach.
Winder released my thighs, twisting my nipples through my thin shirt.
I fell forward as my orgasm rocked through me, feeling everything at once. Winder grabbed me again, forcing me down on his cock over and over, even though I wasn’t through my first orgasm.
“Good. But you can do better. I want to see you cry.” He drove his cock into me, making me cry out with overwhelming pleasure.
He picked up speed, grunting and thrusting, and before I knew it, I was tumbling over again. Tears streamed down my face, unable to control the intense feelings ripping through my body, too much for any one person to hold.
“Mmm, yes, baby. I knew you could do it.” Winder dug his nails into my skin, fucking me until he found his own release. He cried out my name, pulsing inside me as he came.
I collapsed onto his chest, trying to catch my breath. Beneath my face, his heartbeat kept an erratic beat, which made me smile.
“Are you okay?” Winder tilted my head up, propped a finger under my chin so he could stare at me intently.
