But he wasn’t done.
The orgasm had barely begun to subside when he wrapped his arms around me and stood up effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me the few steps to the wall beside the couch, pressing my back against the cool plaster. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into me with a force that drove the breath from my lungs and reignited sparks in my still-trembling body.
“My turn,” he growled against my ear, his breath hot.
He gripped my ass, his fingers digging in as he began to pound into me with deep and relentless strokes that hit a spot inside me that had me seeing stars all over again. The angle was so much more intense this way.
“You feel that?” he grunted, his hips pistoning. “Feel how deep I am? How fucking hard you make me?” He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my whimpers. “Gonna make you feel me for days.” He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes burning into mine. “Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my come.”
“Yes!” I gasped, clawing at his shoulders, my body already coiling tight again under his relentless, perfect rhythm. “Please! I want it all.”
“Fuck!” His control shattered. With a roar, he drove into me one final, devastating time, burying himself to the hilt. I felt him pulse inside me, thick and hot, even through the condom. His whole body shuddered against mine, and his muscles locked tight as he emptied himself.
His groan was long and low, a sound of pure, primal release that vibrated through my own chest. “Someday, we’ll do that without a condom in the way.”
I shivered at the thought. We wouldn’t risk it now, but the idea of taking him bare thrilled me.
He held himself there, buried deep with his body trembling against mine and his breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. Slowly, the tension bled out of him. He softened inside of me, but didn’t pull out right away. Instead, he just leaned his forehead against the wall beside my head, breathing hard. I clung to him, my own legs shaky and my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure. His arms tightened around me, holding me close like he couldn’t bear the thought of separating his body from mine.
After a long moment, he lifted his head. His eyes were still dark but also filled with that tenderness that always made me melt. A slow, utterly satisfied smile spread across his face as he reached up and gently peeled the pore strip off my nose. “Told you,” he murmured, his voice rough but warm. “Sexy as fuck.”
“You’re a weirdo.”
He kissed my nose. “I’m your weirdo.”
FORTY-SIX
I was practically bouncing as I walked into the restaurant where Rachel and I had agreed to meet for our lunch date. I hadn’t seen her in weeks and couldn’t wait to share everything that was going on.
“Rach!” I called out, spotting her at a corner table. But as I got closer, my excitement dimmed. She looked off. She was fidgeting with her hands and nibbling her lip, her brows furrowed with worry. When she spotted me, the worry remained, which made my stomach knot with dread.
“Hey,” she said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach her eyes.
I slid into the seat across from her, immediately concerned. “What’s wrong? You look like someone died.”
She shook her head and waved away my concern. “Nothing’s wrong. How was rehearsal yesterday?”
“Don’t deflect. I know you better than that.” I studied her face. Rachel had been my best friend since freshman year—I could tell when something was eating ather. “What’s up?”
She pressed her lips together, looking down at the table. “It’s nothing. Really.”
The waitress came over, but I stopped her before she could speak. “We need just a minute.”
“Sure, no problem,” she said with a smile before walking away.
I faced my best friend, determined to get the truth about why she looked so worried. “Rachel.”
She let out a long breath, then looked up at me with the most conflicted expression I’d ever seen on her face. “I’ve been debating with myself all week about whether I should say anything…”
That knot in my stomach tightened. “Say anything about what?”
“Maybe I shouldn’t. It’s probably just gossip and rumors, and I don’t want to?—”
“Rachel, spit it out. What is it?”
She bit her lip, clearly wrestling with herself. “I went to a party down by the river last weekend. There were a lot of CFU students there, either ones who grew up here or decided to hang around for the summer.”
“Okay.” I was confused about where this was going.
