My hands slide down to her hips and I pull her legs away from my body. I break away from her, shifting back onto my knees as I pull my cock out of her. Her eyebrows tug together in confusion as I climb off the bed.
I stand at the edge of the bed, my hands reaching for her hips.
“What are you—” Her words are cut off with a sharp gasp as I drag her toward me and flip her onto her stomach. “Oh,” she breathes, turning her head to the side as I push her legs apart.
“Is this okay?” I ask, dragging my fingertips down her spine and over her ass, sending a shiver through her as I push my pierced cock against her cunt. “Can I fuck you like this?”
“Yes,” she rasps, the word more like a plea. “Please.”
Without another word, I bury myself inside her, a ragged breath escaping me as I fill her to the brim, sinking deeper inside than before. My left hand trails up her spine, pushing into her hair, wrapping it around my fist as I lean forward.
I grab her hip with my right hand, thrusting my hips. She’s a mess of moans and whimpers, as am I, as I move behind her, fucking her hard. She takes every thrust, every inch, like my cock was made for her.
Her back arches, pleasure rippling through her body as the familiar heat builds in the pit of my stomach. I stroke the inside of her pussy, feeling my piercing dragging along her insides. She clenches around me, her cunt tightening every time I pull my hips back. Fuck, she feels so good.
My grip tightens on her hips, my other hand pulling her hair. Her eyelids flutter, her face screwing up as she cries out in ecstasy. I pound into her, again and again as she trembles, shattering around my length with her orgasm.
My thrusts become more frantic, and she inhales sharply, her cunt clenching around me, pushing me over the edge. A deep, guttural moan escapes me on one final thrust, and my hips still as the heat erupts inside.
I rock my hips forward, as if I could possibly get any farther in her, as I lose myself, spilling my cum deep inside her body. She breathes heavily, still shaking as I hold my cock buried in her until we’re both fully satiated.
I lean forward, pressing my lips against the top of her spine before slowly pulling out of her. Jade rolls onto her side, a heavy sigh leaving her, lips curving upwards as she turns to look at me.
Something shifts in the air between us. I stare down at her, my chest constricting as I take in the sight of her, freshly fucked in my bed. I swallow hard over the lump in my throat. This is exactly where she’s supposed to be.
The thought of anyone else being where she is feels like a crime punishable by death.
“Come here, Sunny,” I murmur, reaching out to her. She slowly sits up, worry washing over her expression as she takes my hands and lets me pull her to my feet. “Come with me.”
Her expression relaxes and she glances around. “My clothes.”
“You don’t need them,” I say as I thread my fingers through hers. “It’s just us here.”
“Okay,” she says quietly as I lead her into the bathroom attached to my room. Her footsteps are soft as they pad across the tile floor.
I stop at the shower, leaning in to turn on the water before turning back to her. “Stay with me tonight?”
Her eyes widen and her lips part slightly. “Are you—are you sure?”
“Yes,” I say, without any hesitation. “I want you here, with me.”
“But you said you don’t let anyone stay the night.”
I push open the shower door, pulling her into the hot water with me. “No one but you, Sunny.” I swallow hard, turning our bodies so she’s directly under the stream. “Never anyone but you.”
She tips her head back as I collect her hair and smooth my hands over the length of it. She’s silent, but her hands reach for me, wrapping around my waist as she pulls me closer to her. Igrab some shampoo, squirting it into my hand before working a lather against her scalp.
She hums in approval, relaxing against me as I wash her hair and then she washes mine. A comfortable silence wraps around us as we take turns washing one another.
I pull her to me, the warmth of her body seeping into mine as we stand beneath the stream of water. She stares back at me and I get lost in her eyes, lost in the hues of blue shifting in her irises. She stares right through me, right into my soul.
She’s the only person I’ve ever truly felt seen with. She sees past my reputation, past me being a professional athlete. Past the mask that I put on for the rest of the world.
She just sees me.
I can’t help myself as I close the distance between us, pushing her back against the shower wall. My hand slides through her hair, cupping the back of her head as she tips back to look up at me.
My chest constricts, my ribcage like a vice grip around my heart. She stares at me as if she can feel it too. As if she’s aware of those threatening feelings we both swore we’d never catch.
