I pull out, then drive back in. Harder.
Again. Faster.
Fuck.
Fuck.
My fingers twist in her hair, fist locking, as I rail into her, over and over. The amp thunks against the wall. I drag my hand down her body and up her camisole, palming her breast, my other hand squeezing her thigh, holding her to me. She grabs me by the face, crashes our mouths together. Our kisses are clumsy, wet, dancing to a rhythm we can’t keep up with.
I fill her mouth with my tongue, angling as deeply as I can go, while my hips jerk back and forth, in and out, gaining momentum with every hard thrust.
She bites down on my tongue, reaches behind me to grab my ass, nails carving into bare skin as my muscles clench in response.
“Chase…”
“Fuck, Annie.” I gather her closer, breaking the kiss to bury my face in the curve of her neck. My hands grip her by the ass, lifting her off the amp as I pick up the pace, graceless, inelegant, fueled by lust and affection and pain and…
“Fuck, I love you.”
The confession pours out of me.
She stiffens. Clings tighter, arms flying around my neck as she lets out a cracked moan.
My face is pressed against her neck, mouth trailing kisses across her skin. “I love you so fucking much.”
She grinds against me, legs curling around my waist like a vise.
I lower her back to the amp. Bend forward, my hands planted on the surface, arms caging her in. I find her eyes. Her wet, wide eyes.
My hips pump faster. More, more, more. She’s soaking me. The amp keepsthumping against the wall, the slippery sound of her desire bringing me to the edge.
Her head falls back. Mouth opens wide.
As her face contorts with pleasure and her splintered moan rattles my bones, I let myself go. I come hard, sinking my face to the arc of her neck, biting her shoulder as my release takes flight.
For a blissful moment, the pain is gone, overpowered by the orgasm ripping through me in volatile, lightning-kissed waves.
Hot streams pulse through my dick, filling the condom as I jerk and shudder, wrapping her in my arms and squeezing her tight.
We come down slow.
Heady, ragged breaths. Slick skin. Damp hair. The string from the lightbulb flicks against my cheek, pulling me back to reality. Lifting up, I stroke a hand through Annie’s hair, then trail it down her face until I’m holding her jaw in a tender grip. “Hey.”
She swallows hard, blinks toward me. Her hand lifts, fingers trembling as she touches my chest, right over my heart. “Did you mean it?” she whispers.
The air between us hums. The sting of bleach and dust. The ache of everything we just did, hanging like a noose around my neck.
I go still.
Because I did mean it.
Every wrecked, blurted word.
But not like this.
I just confessed my love while fucking her on an amp in a dirty storage closet.
Christ.
