I can barely catch my breath, and there’s been no time between my orgasm and him pounding into me for me to recover, so each thrust just makes those aftershocks of pleasure last longer, carrying over and building up into what will probably be another spine shaking orgasm.
I close my eyes and just give myself over to it. The way Sloan’s hands are so big at my waist, the way his cock fills me so completely, working in and out of me with ease now that I’m open and so wet for him. His little grunts and groans of pleasure are the only sounds he makes while he fucks me, but they’re clear indicators that he’s enjoying this just as much as I am.
Each thrust has his hips pressed tight to my ass, and he grinds against me, driving his cock as deep as it will go. He hits that spot inside me, and my mouth falls open, a desperate whimper echoing around us because fuck, that feels good.
“Oh god,” I pant, trying to keep it down even while I can barely see straight. “Oh fuck. Sloan, I’m—”
He makes a frustrated noise and then he’s pulling out of me again. My body throbs with need and the disappointment of being empty, my pussy clenching around nothing like it will somehow bring his cock back to finish the job.
Once again, he’s moving before I can say anything, grabbing me and turning me around once more. Now his eyes are wild, and his cock is drenched in my wetness and drooling a string of precum.
I’m half tempted to drop to my knees and start sucking him off, to taste the mingled flavor of us mixed together and have him lose it in my mouth, but instead, I spread my legs, trying to coax him back between them.
It doesn’t take much. Clearly the angle before wasn’t good enough for him, because he scoops me up, hands under my thighs like I weigh nothing at all. I have just enough time to get my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist before he’s driving right back into me, and fuck yes. That’s a lot better.
I can feel him so much deeper now, and I’m trapped here, his cock pinning me to the door with nowhere to go.
Not that I mind.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck and starts fucking me again, going right back to that same hard and fast pace. Like this, I can feel all of him, and it just makes the pleasure that was building in me build even faster.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my ass, and I know there will be marks left behind, but I don’t care about that either. All I can focus on is the burning hum that starts at my core and spreads out, pleasure barreling down on me like a freight train as I try to remember to keep breathing.
I’m going to come again, I can feel it right there, and each time Sloan buries himself inside me and knocks the head of his cock against that spot I love, I get closer and closer.
My fingers thread themselves through his hair, and he swears under his breath, slamming into me hard.
That’s all it takes to send me flying right over the edge into my orgasm. I manage to bring a hand up to clap it over my mouth before I scream his name for the whole house to hear, and I shake and tremble between him and the door while he fucks me through my pleasure.
I go so tight around him, like I’m trying to milk him for everything he has, and when I feel him start to shake and come apart as well, I tighten my legs around his waist to draw him in as close as possible. With a harsh grunt, he comes inside me, his cock throbbing and pulsing.
Neither of us moves for a bit after that. I can feel his cock softening a little, but we stay locked together, catching our breaths. I feel sweaty and sticky, and Sloan’s hair is a mess from where I’ve grabbed at it.
It’s like that moment in the woods all over again. A little slice of peace and quiet that seems to exist just for us. All the walls are down, and there’s nothing between us.
My face feels wet, and I think it’s sweat from how hard we went at it before I realize a second later that they’re tears. I’m crying again.
In the back of my mind, I have to wonder if this is why we keep fucking like this. If we always have to go at it hard and fast and wild, throwing everything else away, just so we can get to this moment. This moment of peace and resolution. This place between us where all the other bullshit falls away.
No anger, no resentment, no hiding.
It’s nice, I have to admit. It feels warm, rather than searing hot with the usual emotions that crop up whenever we’re together. I know it won’t last, but I let myself enjoy it all the same, breathing Sloan in and savoring the feeling of him holding me up while he works to catch his breath.
Of course, it only takes about a minute for everything to start creeping back in. There’s too much there for it to stay gone for very long. All the anger and confusion and stress are right there, waiting for us, and when the moment shatters, we separate.
Sloan lets me down, and I brace myself against the door for a second when my knees threaten to give out.
My pants are on the floor with my underwear, and I grab them up, grateful when Sloan turns away to tuck his cock back into his pants. It’s like a little moment of privacy, and I can tell he’s putting his walls back up too.
It was only a matter of time. It always is.
I wipe my eyes and get dressed quickly, running my fingers through my hair.
Sloan keeps his back to me, obviously unwilling to talk or even continue our argument. I can’t see his face, so I don’t even have a shot at guessing what he’s feeling right now—not that I’d have much better odds if I could see his expression. He’s always so damn closed-off, it would probably be like looking at a brick wall.
I don’t want to fight anymore either. The intense sex we just had didn’t fix anything, but it left me feeling exhausted and a little boneless, which eases some of my earlier anger. So I open the door and slip out into the hallway, planning to go back to my room.
Before I shut it behind me though, I turn back, hesitating for just a second.
“Thank you, Sloan,” I say softly. “For saving my dad’s life. And for protecting him.”
Because at the end of the day, no matter what else happened, that’s what he did. My dad would probably actually be dead now if it weren’t for him intervening, and all this time Sloan kept him secret and safe. I have to acknowledge that.
He turns to look at me finally, and his expression isn’t as blank as I expected. Something passes through his eyes, an emotion that I can’t quite interpret. Then it’s gone.
He doesn’t say anything, but I’m not sure I really expected him to. I just needed to say the words.
I may never know why he did what he did, but I know I have him to thank for my dad being alive. No matter what else I get pissed at Sloan for, I’ll never forget that.
“I’ll see you later,” I add, then force myself to walk away.
Even though a part of me doesn’t really want to.
10
Things fall into a dangerous sort of calm after that.
After the crazy couple of days that was finding out my dad is alive and almost being killed and going to get Alex and seeing my dad and everything else that happened, it feels really strange to get up and get dressed to go to school.
I missed a few days, dealing with all this gang shit, but on Monday, I’m back to my regular routine, however weird it feels.
Tensions with the Jackals are sky high, and I can tell from how tense the guys seem. Every time they get a text or a phone call, they seem on edge until they check it and it’s something mundane. There haven’t been any further attacks or escalations. No response at all, actually, to us taking Alex back and killing some of their people in the process, even though we’ve all been kind of holding our breaths waiting for it.