Page 95 of Haunt Me, Maybe

She mewled, her thighs shaking so hard I had to keep one arm locked around her waist to hold her up. Her nails scraped the bark of the tree, and her head tipped back. She was close. So fucking close.

So was I. I was losing it.

Every thrust had me teetering closer. Aven’s moans turned to broken whines each time I bottomed out, and the blunt head of my cock pressed right against that deep spot that made her ass tremble. I felt my own release building, the hot pressure in my balls that said I wasn’t going to last much longer.

Not with her clenching like that. Not with the way she kept pushing back onto me, needy though I knew it bordered on too much. Not with the way she whispered my name like a plea. But I didn’t want to come inside her pussy.

Not tonight. Not when she was already so full of me, so stretched, so marked from the inside out. I wanted something else—something tighter. Something filthier.

Something that would make her gasp my name in a whole new way when she felt it. I slowed my hips to a torturous grind; deep rolls that kept her full but gave me a second to breathe. My fingers continued their dance on her clit, the pressure a little firmer now.

“Please,” she begged. “I’m—” Her voice cracked, hips jerking.

One more deep thrust, and then I pulled out completely. She cried out at the sudden emptiness, and her hips rocked back, chasing me.

“It’s okay,” I soothed, kissing the side of her neck. “I’m not done. Just changing where I finish.”

I spread her cheeks with one hand and guided the slick, swollen head of my cock to her tight back entrance. She tensed for half a second, then exhaled and softened under my touch.

I pressed forward and watched the way her rim stretched snug and pink around the fat crown. The resistance was fucking exquisite. She gasped sharply and shouted my name when the head popped past that ring of muscle.

I froze there, only the tip inside her ass, and groaned at how impossibly tight she was.

“Stay with me,” I rasped, peppering kisses on her shoulder. “Breathe through it.”

My fingers never left her clit—rubbing faster now, swift circles that made her hips jerk forward and back, impaling herself a fraction more. I slid two fingers into her still-dripping pussy, curled them hard, and then pumped them in time with the way I rocked the head of my cock in shallow, teasing thrusts.

She was falling apart, her body locking as the dual sensation hit her.

“Come for me,” I ordered. “Come while I fill your ass. I need to feel you clench around my fingers and cock at the same time.”

That did it.

She shattered, back arching hard as a raw, broken cry tore from her throat. As her pussy flooded around my fingers and her ass clamped down tight. Wetness gushed over my hand. Her whole body seized. The sight, the sound, the feel of her coming undone like that…it snapped my last thread of control.

I thrust forward, keeping my head locked inside her, and came. Hard. Hot, thick pulses spilled deep into her ass, each one making her whimper and clench harder, sucking every drop out of me. I groaned low and guttural, hips pitching with every spurt until I’d emptied everything I had. Until the warmth leaked out around me and down her thighs.

We stayed like that, my arms wrapped around her and my forehead pressed to her shoulder. I kissed the sweat-damp skin there while she panted through the aftershocks.

“Still with me, Trouble?” I murmured, voice hoarse.

She laughed—shaky and breathless. Wrecked in the best way.

“Barely.” She sighed. “But…yeah. Still here.”

I eased out carefully and watched the way her rim fluttered closed, a thin trail of my come leaking out. Turning her in my arms, she sagged against me immediately, legs weak, face flushed, and glassy-eyed.

We sank to the soft moss at the base of the tree, and I kissed her slowly, tasting the salt on her lips. At first, I thought it was sweat from the chase, from the way her body had shaken through three orgasms already. From the heat we’d built between us until the night air felt thick with it.

But the taste lingered, unmistakable, and when I pulled back to look at her, moonlight caught on the wet tracks streaking down her cheeks. Tears. These were quiet and steady, slipping from the corner of her eyes even as she tried to blink them away. My chest seized.

“Aven.” Her name came out rougher than I meant—edged with something jagged. “Shh—hey.”

I cupped her face with both hands, thumbs brushing under her eyes, smearing the tears instead of wiping them clean. She tried to turn her head, to hide it against my shoulder like she could tuck the evidence away before I noticed.

“Did I hurt you?” The words tasted like ash as I searched her face. Flushed, swollen lips from my mouth, but all I could see were the tear tracks. The way her lashes clumped. “Fuck—did I push too hard? Was the stretch too much? The ass thing—did I⁠—”

“No.” She shook her head, voice cracking on the single word. Her hands came up to grip my wrists, holding me there like she was afraid I’d pull away. “No, Wes, you didn’t hurt me. I swear.”