“Biggie.” My body relaxes against him. “I’m almost done and can meet you back at—”
“No.” He cuts me off. “I can’t make it later.” Rolling his hips, he digs his stiff bulge against the small of my back as his mouth moves to the hollow below my ear. “This is the last chance to call you mine before you go.”
The pain of knowing I won’t see him again is like a knife into my ribs.
Snaking my arm behind me, my nails dig into his side. “What if I don’t want you to leave?”
He stills, tightening his hold. “All it takes is one word, baby. Then we’re packing you up to come home where you belong.”
Where I belong.
Far away from the rest of my family.
Fuck.
As his fingers move down my belly, his teeth pinch against the tender skin of my neck. “One of these days,” he sighs, dragging his tongue over the bite. “You’ll be ready.”
He unbuckles my belt, then tugs at the button.
“Wait, not here.” I don’t want anyone to see me.
Especially not Oliver,but why is he the first one I think of?
Biggie lowers my zipper, then starts to push my jeans down. “You’re safe. I don’t want anyone to see what’s mine,” he growls.
God, I love how feral he sounds.
And this has adrenaline rushing through me faster than when I’m racing with Misty for the finish line.
His knee wedges mine apart as his fingers bruise into me, tilting my pelvis. “The hardest part about texting for weeks in between seeing you—”
We both groan when he thrusts inside of me.
It almost hurts how big he is with this plug in.
“—is when I’m with you, I don’t want to talk anymore.” He nips along my throat as he fills me again. “I just want to make you moan.”
So I do. Clawing at him to go faster, I press myself against the wood wall for leverage.
Every stroke drives the pressure deeper with new intensity.
I don’t know if it’s the thrill of potentially being caught, or the addition of the toy in my ass, but I’m rocketing towards a precipice I might not survive the leap from.
When he hits the remote, it makes every muscle in my body lock.
It’s only as he stuffs his fingers into my mouth, that I realize I was screaming.
“Shh, baby. Or youwilldraw everyone over here.” His thighs slap against mine before his movements turn jerky and he’s grunting through his own release.
“Don’t move. Keep your eyes closed,” he whispers, pulling out of me.
My legs quiver, making me cling to the cracks in the paneling.
He pulls up my jeans for me, then pats my butt gently. “I hope the next time I see you, it’ll be the last time I have to walk away.”
“It will be, I promise,” I whimper.
With one last gentle brush of his thumb against my jaw, he presses the button on the remote.
