71. Reese

Skyler’s hand slips between us, pressing against my clit, making me clamp down on his shaft. He groans, half chuckling, as he continues to thrust deep. He easily reaches my cervix, stretching me, grinding up against my clit.

It’s an all-out assault on my senses and I feel like flotsam taken in by the waves. All I can do is hold on. I can feel his lips bruising my neck and there’s a recklessness to that, just like there’s a recklessness to skipping the condom.

We’re in dangerous water, but the truth is, that’s where we’ve been this entire time.

We played a dangerous game, and it seems like we might have both lost.

Neither of us is any closer to what we thought we wanted.

We just moved the marker.

Found a new heart’s desire that we can’t have.

It’s hard not to have melancholy thoughts when we’re together, but each time feels like the last time.

It makes it feel like a stolen moment.

Precious. Rare.

He wasn’t kidding when he said he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

His thrusts make the mattress dip beneath my hips, make the entire bed shake.

My body is rejoicing in the unbridled attention.

Teasing touches, gentle touches, they all have their place.

But this moment, rough and desperate, is quenching a thirst.

I can feel pressure building in my core, a sweet ache.

His lips move over my shoulder, soft beard brushing across my skin.

Moving his hands up to my breasts, he squeezes them, pinching the nipples.

My body clamps down on him with every pinch, and then without preamble, the floor drops out from underneath me.

Pleasure radiates outward from deep inside, like a shower of stars. It rolls over my body, sparking down my arms and legs, tingling through every nerve ending.

He slows down, dragging the feeling out, watching me as I writhe underneath him.

When I can finally lift my eyelids again, I find him staring down at me with something deeper than lust.

He kisses my eyelids, and another tenterhook catches in my heart.

Little by little, he’s anchored himself to me, making each separation that much more painful.

I don’t want to let him go, so I wrap my arms tight around his chest and start to rock my hips.

“Come inside me.”

“Babe.”

His voice is hoarse. He didn’t say no.

I hold tighter. “I want to feel it.”

His hands slide along my thighs, gentle now, settling them closer to his hips.

He fucks me slowly, staying with me until I’m starting to spiral up again.

I circle a finger over my clit, flicking his shaft with each movement.

He’s showering me with kisses.

My neck. My shoulders. My cheekbones and lips. It’s almost too sweet. I need that nasty boy back because this doesn’t feel anything like the game we’re supposed to be playing.

He moves his lips to the shell of my ear. “I’m close.”

The words send a little shiver through me. I wrap my ankles around his hips and draw him closer. Making my final decision clear. I can feel his stomach tensing up against mine, hard muscles rippling against my soft skin.

He sucks in a ragged breath and then thrusts deep. He goes still. The only thing moving is his twitching, pulsating cock. I can feel him swelling inside me, releasing everything.

My fingertips find his shaft, note the throbbing of his hard shaft, before returning to my clit. It doesn’t take much and then I’m coming hard around him. He grunts, picking up the pace again, and then we’re riding out the last moments together.

Euphoria.

A feeling like everything is possible and far, far simpler than we make it.

But reality nips at my heels and I clutch him to me, holding him for as long as he’ll let me. We should get up—get dressed before we’re caught. But I’m not ready to let him go and it seems like maybe he feels the same way.

He rearranges our bodies, tucking me into his side. Pulling the blanket over us, he settles in next to me.

I have one leg thrown over his hips. My cheek rests against his chest, rising and falling with each breath. “What if the guys come back?”

His hands lightly trail over my shoulder. “I locked the door.”

“You don’t care if we’re caught?”

“Not the top of my concerns, no.”

He pauses. “Does it bother you?”

“I think they already know.”

His fingers brush my neck. “I might have left a mark. Sorry about that.”

“Maybe I should bite you back.”

I can feel the soft rumble of his laugh through his chest. “Whatever you want.”

What I want? I wish it was that simple.

Shoving my worries to the side, I snuggle closer and let sleep overtake me.