And I can feel, in the way he holds me there, that he does, too.
He lifts me up and spins me around so fast the world tilts on its axis. Suddenly, I’m alone on the mattress, naked and exposed. I clamp my legs shut and squint into the half dark. He’s standing there with his back to me, struggling with something I can’t make out, and this is my chance to take him in, freeze-framing every inch of his perfect ass in my mind. I knew he was hot, but seeing him now like this, I realize he’s so much more.
When he turns back to me, I make zero attempt to hide that I was checking him out, and a smile spreads over his lips. He spits out the corner of the packet and rolls on the condom, staring at me hungrily. Seeing him standing over me like that is driving me wild. I sit up, thinking I want to yank him onto the bed and ride him, but he has other plans for me.
“Lie back down.”
This is new. Up until now, I’ve always talked back, but there’s something about his tone that makes me want to obey. I do as he says,stretching back out over the sheets, my body quivering in anticipation as he drapes himself over me and crushes his lips on mine.
Then his mouth trails down my cheek, my throat, my collarbone, while his hands learn me slowly, deliberately, like he’s memorizing how I react.
I gasp when his fingers slip between my thighs. He touches me like he already knows exactly how I love it. I can tell I’m soaked, but it’s confirmed when his fingers glide between my folds, and when he starts to draw slow circles over my clit, I can’t help but moan.
I think I might be shaking. I’m definitely pushing up into his hand without even meaning to, every nerve lighting up as he takes his time.
His mouth starts sucking at my breasts and a finger slips inside of me, and I completely unravel.
I start riding his hand, taking his face between my palms to mouth at him.
At this point, I’m not above begging.
“Please,” I breathe into his mouth.
He stops to look at me, a smile across his face.
“Please, what?”
I know he’s teasing. And I know maybe I should be embarrassed, or I should be playing along and act coy. But I’ve wanted this for too long, so fuck it.
“Please, Lewis. Can you fuck me? I need you to fuck me.”
He stills completely, finger still inside me.
Not pulling away—but freezing, like he’s bracing himself. His breath leaves him in a slow, rough exhale, his forehead dropping briefly to mine as if he needs the second to steady himself. When he looks at me again, his eyes are dark, blown wide with want.
“Jesus, Amy,” he mutters, voice low. “What are you doing to me?”
His hands slide up my thighs, firm and grounding, and he spreads me open. He strokes his dick against my soaked pussy, once, twice. I’m seeing stars.
Then he slips inside me in one smooth stroke, filling the space between us inch by inch until my breath shatters and my back arches into his hold. He stills for a heartbeat, jaw tight, letting me feel the weight of him, the stretch, the way my body takes him like it’s been waiting.
His voice is low and strained. “Fuck, you feel unreal.”
Then he moves.
Harder. Deeper. Relentless.
Each time our mouths crash together, it’s like learning how to breathe all over again. Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, his weight bearing me down, keeping me right where he wants me, until I’m light and dizzy and losing myself completely.
I’m right there—biting his lip, nails digging into his shoulders—when his hand grips my knee, spreading me wider as he loses control. I cry out, again and again, uncaring, unguarded, not thinking about the neighbors or what comes next or where this leaves us.
13LEWIS
I’ve been out here in the motel parking lot gazing lovingly at my car for five minutes now, checking it out from every angle, making sure that psycho Tyler hasn’t messed it up. There’s not a single scratch in the red paintwork, and I’m so happy I could drop to my knees and cover it with kisses. It’s a little dirty on the inside, sure—but I’ve seriously lucked out. The guy was a thief, but he was a clean one.
He still deserves to burn in hell, though.
I guess it’s kind of scary how much I love this car, but all I can say to that is “meh.” Nothing gets me revved up like my 1970 Dodge Challenger. Not even the hottest girl in the world.
