Seven

Sky

I can't let you go

It was strange to wake up to someone else in my bed. Jerrin and I had made out at the lake for hours, driving each other crazy. It had been late when the night grew quiet and smoky in the aftermath of the fireworks. I'd hardly noticed when they ended. We'd been in a bubble of intimacy that even sex couldn't penetrate because time didn't exist. It was just kissing, touching, moving together, lost in being together.

"My place?" I'd asked.

"Yes."

I'd fully expected we'd have sex once we got to my apartment. It was two a.m., though.

"In the morning…" Jerrin had said when I tried to hide my yawn. "In the morning, when you won't fall asleep on me, you're all mine. All. Mine."

"I won't fall asleep," I'd argued, even as I yawned again.

"Sweet girl… Trust me on this. But don't think for a moment I won't hold you all night. I'm not going anywhere."

He hadn't. There was no mistaking the big, powerful body spooned behind me, his muscled arm curled around me. I couldn't miss, the thick cock pressed to my ass through my thin pajama shorts. His breath rustled the hair at the nape of my neck before he pressed his lips there, sending a tremble down my spine.

"Jerrin," I breathed.

"Morning." He kissed up my throat to my ear. "Guess who's mine, now," he rumbled into my ear. His fingers skimmed up my torso to cup my breast. I arched into his hand.

"Yes. Jerrin, I want you. Don't make me wait any longer." I turned onto my back and reached for him while he plucked open the buttons on my pajama shirt, baring me to him. He pressed his mouth to the skin as he exposed it, making a trail down between my breasts and along to my navel. He nipped at the dip of my bellybutton, making me giggle, before he shifted to kneel over me in one smooth move while he pushed open the sides of my shirt.

I feasted my eyes on him at the same time. He'd worn only his black boxer-briefs to bed, and now, his cock jutted out against the fabric, attempting to get free. My mouth watered, my breathing growing choppy while I imagined us coming together. His torso and smooth hard belly were tanned down to the waistband—tanned and decorated with black ink. My eyes and hands traced the lines up his left side all the way over the pec on that side to his lower neck then down that arm to the back of his hand. The other side was bare of tattoos, except his arm, which was covered by another sleeve of intricate ink.

"This is beautiful, like…almost like a ancient native artwork."

He shrugged. "It covers the marks."

"Marks?"

He caught my hand and brought it to various slightly raised portions of his skin that seemed almost like pock marks. Somehow, I didn't think that was what they were.

"We haven't talked about it, but there's a reason my parents aren't in my life—why they're barred from my life. Why no one is allowed to have cigarettes anywhere near me. It's over, though. I erased them like I erased these."

Leaning up, I kissed one of the spots. Then another. I didn't point out that the pain was obviously still inside him, covered up, just as these were covered up. Still there. Still there invisibly marking him.

"I'm sorry."

"I've never told anyone."

"Thank you for trusting me."

He cupped my face. "I think I could trust you with everything. With all of me."

A shadow passed over his eyes, but before I could ask, he kissed me, pushing his tongue inside and drawing my moan. I forgot to wonder what he was hiding as he stole my breath then trailed his mouth over my jaw and down to my breast. My nipples were needy, beaded points, so hard they ached, and I cried out when he drew one tip between his lips.

"Sweet like sugar," he muttered before doubling down. He sucked and nipped, scraping his teeth lightly over the areola and making me shudder. My fingers drove into his long, silky hair while I clung to him, my hips rocking against his hard belly, each of his draws sending lightning zinging into my core. My pussy throbbed with the need that had been growing since the moment I first saw him. What he was doing now, only slammed that need to the wall, putting a hand to its throat and turning me into a trembling mess, bound as surely as the ropes he'd teased me about.

"Oh God, Jerrin, please…"

"Please what, sweet girl?"

"You know," I whined. "I need…"

I cut off on a cry as he nipped the underside of the mound he molded in his hand then moved to the other to proceed with his oral assault on my other hardened and achy nipple.

"You have me," he vowed. "I don't think I can ever let you go."

"No," I agreed. "I want you."

"I'm burning for you, Sky. I've never felt this way." Kneeling up, he helped tug my open pajama shirt completely off. He tossed it across the room. "Hang onto the headboard. Don't let go."

And how could I not obey the God who played my body like a maestro controlled his favorite instrument? My fingers curled around the cool wood balusters in my headboard, I watched him moving along my body to my center, pulling down my shorts while he moved. After he tossed them the way of my shirt, he ran a thumb over my bare, wet pussy.

"So pretty," he said as he traced the crease. "I need to taste you."

"Uh-huh," I replied, the sight of him lifting his thumb to his mouth striking me too stupid to form words. My tongue skimmed over my lips while I watched him. He groaned, then bent in to taste me from the source.

My fingers tightened on the headboard, my body bowing at the first touch of his tongue. One of his hands flattened on my belly while he settled between my thighs and parted me with the other hand. He growled— growled! —while he feasted, devouring every bit he could. The morning bristle on his jaw abraded my sensitive flesh but turned me on even more. The thumb of the hand holding me open for his mouth, brushed over my opening to tease me with the promise of more. It taunted me when I needed him in me! At the same time, his lips focused on my clit, and he drew on it the same as he had at my nipples.

My climax knotted in my belly, twisting tighter and tighter, ready to unleash. But I wanted him in me.

"Please…" I begged. "Jerrin."

"You need something, beautiful girl?"

I heard, rather than saw, his smile. "Fuck you."

"I think you want me to fuck you ," he countered. While I watched, he climbed off the bed and shoved down his underwear. He fisted his long cock, dragging his fist up the length. "You want this?"

I swallowed hard and nodded. "Please. Don't make us wait any longer."

"No more," he agreed, climbing over me and pushing my legs wide around him. Balancing on one arm, he leaned forward and kissed me while he notched his glans to my opening.

Suddenly, he paused, blinking as if the touch had startle him, clearing the spell we were under. "Shit. Condom."

I shook my head, my denial wild. "I'm on the pill. Clean. Jerrin…"

My thighs tightened around him as if to stop him from going anywhere.

"Thank God," he breathed. "I'm clean, too. Can I…? I want to feel you around me."

"Yes." The one word sounded like a plea. I lifted into him, trying to get closer to him. With a harsh breath, he sank into me an inch.

" Fuuuuuck …"

"More," I demanded.

He nodded, pushing deeper. My lips dropped open, my breath strangled, arresting in my chest, while he split me open with his wide length.

"God damn, you're so tight," he grated. We both groaned when he bottomed out, deep inside me. We stared into each other eyes, breathing hard, the impact of the moment binding around us. Then Jerrin started to move. His hips flexed. His hands skimmed up my arms, prying my fingers off the headboard. Linking his through mine, he held them to my pillow. "All mine. Never escaping me."

"And you're all mine," I echoed, arching to take his full length back into me. With a wicked smile, Jerrin complied. I lost contact with space and time while we moved together. He pistoned in and out of me, gaining speed while his thick, veiny length dragged against my walls, sawing over the swollen sensitive spot inside me that drew desperate ragged cries from me. They poured from me in uncontrolled waves. Fire spiked along my veins, burning down my limbs to the tips of my fingers and toes. My legs wrapped around his waist, and I clung to him while he fucked me hard.

My orgasm rolled into me fast and hard, and I screamed, probably alerting my neighbors to my climax. It went on and on, Jerrin never slowing while he drove me farther into the bliss, my walls squeezing him in a tight fist.

"Fuck, oh fuck," he swore, his face in my neck. "Fuck. Fuck… "

Swearing, he jerked above me, his fingers squeezing mine, and he followed me into pleasure like I'd never imagined but knew I'd want again soon.