“Cam, please. I need more,” he pleads, back arching when I deny him once again. “Let me feel you, baby. All of you.”
I hum darkly before giving his ass a gentle slap, only for another choked moan to come out. When I swipe the head over his crease, I’m even harder than I was from him sucking me, if that’s even possible. But seeing him respond to my touch this way, even after all this time, will end me.
Hewill fucking end me. I know that now more than ever.
I may have thought I was equipped to get through the next two days unscathed, but nothing could’ve prepared me for any of this. For the first sight of him in over a year, dressed in a suit while standing across the restaurant. For the painfully awkward small talk, as if he doesn’t know every part of my soul.
For the hope in his eyes as he said those words I never thought I’d hear.
A sharp bite of pain hits the back of my throat, but I shove away the thoughts, the feelings, the moment. I can’t have those things in my head right now. If I allow them to invade, the emotions will come roaring back with a vengeance, and I don’t have the capacity to sort through them.
So I let my body take over instead, allowing his gravity to pull me back into orbit as I finally press my hips forward in a single, smooth thrust.
Another lust-filled gasp spills from his lips as I bottom out inside him, but I don’t stop. I let my hips move of their own accord, each thrust fast and brutal. Ruthless, even. He takes it, though, and from the way he’s writhing beneath me already,back arched and meeting my thrusts with his own, he’s loving every bit of it.
“Fuck, you still take my cock so well, Lo,” I pant wildly, sheathing myself in the tight heat of his body over and over. “I’ll never get enough of hearing how much you love it buried inside you.”
My pace falters for only a second, just long enough to brush my thumb over where his rim is stretched by my shaft, momentarily entranced by the sight of us joined like this. He moans, the sound making my cock throb even more, and so I do it again, pressing harder this time before rubbing my first two fingers over his taint.
He bucks against my hand before looking back at me over his shoulder. His eyes are glassy with lust, wild with need, and overflowing with more love than I can bear to see.
“Oh my God, baby. Don’t stop. Please—”
His words cut off when I start moving faster again, the added pressure causing more ragged breaths and moans to spill free. The sounds go straight to my balls, and I revel in them as I piston my hips faster, harder. Giving every fucking ounce of myself to him, just like he asked.
“Jack yourself,” I hiss. “Wanna feel you clamping down on me, Lo.”
His weight shifts to do as I ask, and both of my hands slide up to his hips, grabbing them with a harsh grip that’s sure to leave a bruise. We’ve had rough sex in the past, but this is on a whole different level. It’s merciless. Carnal. It’s a fucking punishment, the way my hips slam into him again and again, but with every thrust, I lose a little more hold on my emotions.
The lid on their box starts to splinter, the lock on their cage begins to rust.
The bars on their enclosure become dented and bent the more they claw at them, desperate for escape, and they useLogan’s words as weapons against my psyche to make it happen.
“You’re the only choice.”
Thrust.
“I want every night.”
Thrust.
“You’re everything I need.”
Thrust.
“I still love you.”
All of his words are hurtled at me as I drive into him with reckless abandon, as if fucking him faster and harder will be enough to outrun their onslaught. But it’s not. I can’t escape, can’t hide, can’t do anything but succumb to every single one as they finally break free from their cage.
All the blood in my veins turns to lead, weighing me down and halting my movements without warning. My body racks with tremors as I take a shuddering breath, feeling myself coming apart at the seams while still buried inside him.
But it’s not with pleasure or ecstasy. It’s fucking pain.
Hurt, worry, fear.
Hope. Love.
Countless others I can’t even begin to name.
