I love how his hands map my body. It’s like he knows every part of me that’s hurt and every part of me that’s on fire.
His lips slide down my rear, kissing, biting, sucking the plump flesh, and he parts my cheeks. With an animalistic snarl, he buries his face between my crease and his tongue plunges into my forbidden hole, lapping at the tight ring.
I bury my face into the pillow, wondering how me focusing on him and sucking his cock turned into him reciprocating. I’m not complaining, but I wasn’t expecting this.
His fingers rub between the wet folds of my pussy, coaxing my clit erect as a rush of liquid heat escapes me. He hums, the vibrations shaking my lower belly. Eric slips his fingers inside me, pumping in and out while he lavishes me.
“Eric,” I moan, squeezing a fistful of sheets in my left hand.
“I don’t know which part of you I want more,” he growls. “That ass, I love how it grips my cock. But I love how wet this cunt is,” he says, pulling his finger free. I look over my shoulder to see him sucking the soaked digits into his mouth. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough. I’ll never be satisfied.”
My cheeks heat, and I bury my face in the pillow, feeling overwhelmed to be wanted in such a capacity. Eric slides up my body from behind, lays a kiss on my shoulder, and rubs his cock along my throbbing lips, coating his cock with my slick. “Are you okay?” he asks, curling his arm around my chest and squeezing my right breast.
“Never better,” I say honestly, wishing he and I could stay wrapped up in these hotels sheets forever. No outsiders, no drama, no obligations.
Just the two of us.
But that isn’t reality. Life is filled with responsibility and obligations. They can never be ignored. The world doesn’t wait for people to be ready for unexpected misfortunes or blessings; it expects you to be ready, no matter what.
People have to adjust, to adapt, and have to figure it out day by day.
Right now, I know I’m not ready for Eric, and I’m not ready to be a mother. With how strongly they make me feel, they make me want to be, so I’m adapting.
I’m changing.
I’m learning to accept love. Love is hard to wrap your head around and understand when no one has ever received it before.
And now that I have it, I never want to let it go.
No matter how much I’m not ready for it, I want to be.
Eric pushes inside me, and a warm, shaky breath leaves my shoulder when he drives in to the hilt. I groan into the bed and bite the pillow, wondering how something so damn wide could ever feel so good. His pelvis moves away from me, and his cock slides salaciously against my plush walls. His fingers slide down the crease of my ass, and a playful grin tilts my lips. A part of him always needs to be inside me … everywhere. At all times.
I love it.
He pushes a finger into my ass while filling me with every delicious inch of him. His free hand rubs over a beaded nipple, and his palm splays across my stomach, protecting me, protecting the baby. He’s telling me he’s all in.
I turn my head and capture his lips with mine, needing to be closer to the man who has come in and ripped my heart from my chest and claimed it as his own.
Eric removes his fingers from my ass and wraps his arms around me, tightening my back to his chest as he slows his thrusts, slowing the urgency and creating something I’ve never experienced before.
On instinct, I try to thrust back against him, but he keeps me still by gripping my hip, warning me. I bite his lip into my mouth and give it a solid tug. He punches his hips forward, stealing the breath from my body and owning it as his.
“Fuck, Jo. Fuck, you feel too goddamn good.” He lays his forehead against my shoulder, and wraps his arms around my waist, crisscross, and hugs me as he buries himself as far as he can go. “I fucking love you. Damn it, Jo. Damn it! I love you. Never in my life…” He mutters the last sentence, “Never in my life has anything ever felt so good.” He slams his lips on me and groans when I clench my muscles on the inside, a firm warning that I’m about to come.
“I love you too,” I tell him, climbing with him higher to orgasm. “I think I always have,” I admit, thinking back to the first time I saw him. He helped me out of the van from Jersey, and immediately I was wrapped in his strength.
At the time, I thought I was relieved I had been saved, and maybe it was a little of that, but now I know what it was.
It’s this magical kinetic energy swirling around us. It has to be otherworldly. Love like this has to be on the verge of extinction because the way I’m feeling it, it’s like it’s the first case ever recorded.
I’m obsessed.
I’m bound.
I’m his.
“You’re going to make me come.” He sucks my earlobe between his teeth and grunts, stuttering as his orgasm approaches.
“Me too,” I say on a twisted tongue, feeling the warm sweat of his skin slide against my back with every wave of his hips.
“Come with me, Jo. Come with me,” he begs, burying a hand in my hair and yanking my head back onto his shoulder. He sucks a mark onto my neck and shouts, muting his cry of release against the column of my throat. Hot splashes of his cum warm me from the inside out, and I fall over the edge once I feel him coating me.
“Eric!” I scream, my voice echoing off the walls as I clamp around his width. “Yes, so good, oh, Eric,” I moan, riding the ecstasy of the orgasm.
After shocks shake my body as we come down from our climaxes. Our bodies tremble, and the air is thick with sex still, a spell hanging in the air, and if we aren’t careful, we’ll fall into its passionate clutches again.
Something wickedly beautiful brews between us, something that can only be described as magic.
He kisses the middle of my neck and sighs. “Are you okay? How’s your leg?”
“Mmm,” I say, lazily. “I’m okay, I promise.”
“Good. When you’re all healed, I want to see this body on top of me.” His voice thickens with lust, and his cock starts to move again.
I open my mouth to answer, but his phone rings from somewhere in the room. “No,” I whine, grabbing his hand to keep him by me. “Ignore it.”
“I can’t, babe. It’s Reaper.” He rolls away, and his cock slides out along with a gush of his cum.
Outside obligations ruining everything…
He bends down to grab his jeans off the floor, and his brows furrow as he answers the call. “Now? Okay, yeah. You want me to bring her? Why? What! No, absolutely not, Reaper—” Eric pulls his phone away from his ear and throws it on the bed. “Bastard hung up on me.”
“What did he want?” I gather the sheets and pull them to my waist.
“We need to leave, and you’ve got to be bait for the plan.”
“What? Why! What do I have to do with it?”
“Because the man who shot up the clubhouse is none other than your friend Brody. I should have seen that coming.”
I’m tired. I’m hungry. I’m pissed off.
The last place I want to be is here at Maximo’s Casino. I want to stay wrapped up in Jo in the hotel, a world where we only existed, but that isn’t how life works. No one keeps Reaper waiting. We were in such a rush I didn’t even have time to get dressed properly. I pull my arms through my shirt and work it over my shoulders and down my back.