“With pleasure, Cherry.”
She sucks in her breath as I thrust into her, one of her hands dropping over my shoulder and digging her nails into my back.
“Oh my God!” she gasps, sucking in a breath as I bite into her neck.
I feel like a fucking animal marking my territory. I pull back slowly, groaning, digging my fingers into her soft leg, and thrust into her harder, taking her to her tiptoes, feeling her clit pulse as it’s pressed against me.
She breathless, clutching to me, lost in the insane ecstasy we both feel.
“Damn.” I groan, feeling her tight pussy contract, forcing me to hold still.
I pull out again, compelled to move faster, so I wrap the leg I have open over my hip and begin thrusting inside of her in faster jerks, feeling the softness of her walls caress my cock. I want more. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
“Grey. Oh God, fuck me. Fuck me.”
That’s all it takes, the closeness, her words, this moment. My dick pushes in and out, in and out, faster and faster until neither of us can hold back. We’re frantic, kissing and tasting each other as I lift her and she wraps her other leg. I’m holding her up by her ass with one hand as the other grips her waist roughly.
We fuck savagely against the stacks of books, groaning and panting, sweat beginning to bead between our bodies. My back muscles tense and ripple with every thrust as my cock slides in and out of her warm pussy, her legs crossed around my back by the ankles.
Her breathing begins to speed up as she digs her nails into my back, pressing her swollen, hungry little clit against my body. I lean into her hard, pressing her against the bookcase unmercifully, letting her rub herself shamelessly as I fuck her. I listen to her pleas, her heavy breaths hitting my neck, feeling the blissful ecstasy we’re chasing.
“Mine,” she whispers, holding me tight and sucking hard on my neck. That’s right, baby. I’m yours.
Her arms are wrapped tightly around my neck, molding her body to me, so that we begin and end together. Fingers weave into my hair, just before she yanks my head back to kiss me violently. My stomach begins to cave, the pressure in my balls tightening as I hold her tighter, fucking her body like I’m possessed. Her hands slap and pull on my back, trying to seal us together even closer than we already are. She’s all need and lust but also so much more. We’re connected. So fucking connected we could tear each other apart with the intensity of our combustion.
“Grey. You’re not wearing a condom,” she pants, her pussy tightening around me like a vice grip.
“I don’t care,” I growl, pushing into her faster and harder, digging my fingers into her waist and ass.
She shakes her head, kissing me hard. “It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”
It’s twisted and sick, but the idea of her pregnant, locked to me for life, almost makes me come on the spot. I’m compelled to do filthy things to her in the name of love, and she’ll let me, because this is us. Compulsion, possession, need, craving, they all bear the same—love.
Her moans turn to yells and then earth-shattering screams as she comes, squeezing her legs so tightly that it feels like she could break me.
“Grey!”
But it doesn’t stop me. I never want to fucking stop. I want to live here, wake here, and never be without her. I keep pounding into her as her hands slip, bringing books down from the shelf around us.
“Fuck,” I roar as I come hard, filling her with my seed and kissing her long and brutally.
I hold her in place for the longest time, exhausted, all my breath heaving out of me. Her fingers trace my broad shoulders, weaving through my hair and back down. I drag my bottom lip between my teeth, my heart slowing, and lean down to kiss her neck gently, feeling myself begin to leak out of her. She hasn’t let go of me, clinging to me, as she starts to spread soft gentle kisses over my face and lips. I pull her from the bookcase, the hand on her waist wrapping around her back as I move us backward. Her eyes lock to mine, a smile peeking out on her lips. I set her to her feet slowly, letting her legs drift from my waist.
My jeans are open, hanging at the top of my ass, as I step away from her and shove them down, feeling my softening cock hit my leg. I step out of my pants as she gives a tiny frown, already moving toward me.
“Come here,” I say, standing fully nude and reaching for her, as she completes my sentence. “Too far away.”
She steps into my hold, uncaring of the juices leaking onto her thigh, or the smell of sex in the room because she wants what I want—us.
Donovan
WE’VE BEEN LYING IN HIS bed for hours, unaware of anything else. Nobody knocked, and we haven’t checked on anything. It’s been me and Grey. Holed up and cozy. We fucked in the library like two lions mating and then came back to his room, hid under the covers on his bed, and said everything we ever kept a secret from one another. It’s like a dream.
My hands are tucked under my cheek as I lie naked, facing his beautiful face, so close, listening to him tell me about the first time he knew I was the one.
“You were so sad that day but the whole time trying to reassure us. I thought you were an angel. Thinking of us when your family had just fallen apart and you were being taken away from everything you loved. But it wasn’t then that I really knew…it was after you left.”
“After? Distance made your heart grow fonder, huh?” I giggle as his finger traces down the slope of my nose.
“Nah. When you left, I tried to beat up your dad. Like really tried. Punched, kicked, scratched. Whatever I could do.”
My eyes pop open, and I push to sitting up, the blanket pooling at my waist.
“What? Are you serious? Aww, little Grey tried to beat up my dad.”
He smiles before pulling me to him, eliciting a squeal from me as he presses my naked chest to his. “I did. But, also, I realized that you’re the only one I fight for. Always. Because I love you.”
“What did my father do?” I question, leaning in and running my nose up his jaw.
“He held me still and said, ‘It’s good she has someone who can love her.’ And I never stopped—from that day.”
So much about what he says makes me want to cry. My father saying “can” because he couldn’t, not didn’t love me. The vision of little Grey, scrawny and cracked voice, trying to pummel his way through everyone to get to me. Big Grey still doing the same. God, I love this man.
“I love you too,” he mouths, answering my thoughts.
His eyes are so damn tender when he does it, but his hands are firm against my back, pulling me closer. “Kiss me, Cherry.”
My lips lower, brushing his, before dipping in between and dragging them softly over his bottom lip. I pull back, brushing our noses back and forth over each other.
“Do you forgive me, yet?” he hums along my jaw, as he begins a slow assault on my neck.
“Yes. You made it impossible not to, with the whole ‘I love you’ nonsense.” He laughs again, tickling my skin as I add, “Unless you want to try and fuck me into submission again, because then I’ll hold a grudge forever.”
He bites at my ear, and I giggle, squirming against him.
“Say it again,” he whispers into my lips as I smile.