Before I can register what’s happening, he pulls out of me completely and yanks me off of the bench. I barely have the strength to stand up, but he spins me around and pushes on my back, folding me over the bench.
I whimper at the loss of him, but he wastes no time.
He slams back into me, and my hips jolt into the metal bench. The pain mixed with this dominating version of Arlo has my lower stomach tightening.
Moaning, I slap my hand against the table.
“You are so goddamn beautiful.” He groans as he grips my hips, pulling them back a little so they don’t slam against the table with every thrust. “Your pretty pussy was made for me. Say it,” he demands.
“My pussy was made for you.” I cry out as he hits a spot I’ve only heard of.
“No one else will fuck you like I do. You hear me? No one else will give you what you need.” He grunts as his grip tightens, and I know he’s close.
The words mixed with him hitting the spot that feels so damn good lift me on my toes as I come again.
“God, yes,” he grinds out before he pulls out, and I feel wetness coating my clit and the surrounding area.
It’s then I realize he wasn’t wearing a condom like he has been, and a brief moment of disappointment that he didn’t come inside of me hits me out of nowhere.
It feels like he comes forever, and it’s just as sexy as him actually fucking me.
He collapses over my back, sliding his hand up my arm and intertwining our fingers.
Pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade, he pants until his breathing finally settles.
“I didn’t intend for this to happen,” he murmurs against my skin.
“Me neither, but I can’t say I’m mad about it.” I chuckle as much as I can with his weight pressing down on me.
He sighs like he’s reluctant to say something, and I decide to wait him out.
“I didn’t bring a condom with me. I’m sorry I put you in that position,” he says softly after a few minutes.
“Don’t wear one,” I say simply. “There’s nothing to worry about on my end.” I don’t know where this is all coming from, but I know this entire day changed everything for me somehow.
I want Arlo.
I know it will take more than spontaneous sexcapades in the middle of the day to get us to a point where we can move forward.
But I’m ready to forgive him.
I’m ready to move forward with him.
“Rina…” he draws out.
“You wouldn’t have put me in a dangerous position if there was something to worry about. And I…” I pause, attempting to figure out how to put how I’m feeling in words. “I don’t want anyone else. Thingswon’t change overnight, but I just want you.” My words are whispered at the end, scared of how he’ll respond.
He abruptly stands up, dragging me with him before spinning me around.
“You mean that?” The hope in his eyes makes my answer easier than I could have ever imagined.
“With every beat of my brittle heart.”
He cups my jaw with his callused palms and kisses me like I just made all his dreams come true.
Chapter 22
Arlo
