Not sure I can survive this.
Any of this.
“Jase,” he breathes, stroking my face, the soft touch grounding me in the tsunami of my release, keeping me from getting washed away—and at the same time breaking me to pieces. “You okay?”
Not letting me gather myself. I push at his solid chest. “Gimme… a sec, okay?”
He blinks. Sits up, pulling out of me. “Sure.”
Belatedly I realize how selfish I seem. He hasn’t come yet, but I need to turn away from him. My eyes are burning, my cheeks feel wet, and I can’t let him see. He’s seen too much already.
And he breaks me all over again when he gently rolls me over, on my stomach, and covers me with his body, just lying there, stroking the back of my neck, the curve of my shoulder, patient and quiet.
What the fuck’s wrong with me? Last night was awesome, too, so why am I coming apart tonight?
You realized something, my mind informs me, all smug and shit, and I’m too wiped out to stop it. You realized Raine’s right.
Shut up.
You use your body as a lure, a trap, and when that’s done, you tune out. Vacate the premises, letting the customer do as he pleases. Feeling nothing.
You never thought sex could be so damn good. Bright, deep, fiery, amazing. A deeper bond. A sacred act. A promise.
Shut. Up.
You never thought Raine would be like this. That he’d treat you like you matter. That anyone would, in fact—but especially him.
Because you’re in love with him. And every little thing he says or does means so much more, and now…
I wipe my hand over my eyes. Goddammit.
That’s why my body had gone cold for all these years, shutting out any connection between my body and mind. It was to keep me from going off the deep end. But now that protection is gone.
His lips touch my shoulder blade, and I shiver. “Did I hurt you?” he whispers.
“Fuck no.” My voice comes out thick and I swallow. “No.”
“Okay. Do you want to sleep? Or…” He kisses my back. “Damn, Jase, turn around and let me hold you. I promise I will do just that. Anything you need.”
What do I need? My thoughts are a jumble. His hard-on is thick and hot against my thigh. “Come inside me,” I breathe. “I wanna feel it.”
He produces a choked moan. “You sure? You don’t have to—”
“Please.” I twist a bit, just enough to feel his cock between my ass cheeks. My body clenches deep inside in anticipation. “I want it.”
With a groan, he lifts himself off me, the head of his cock nudging at my ass. It slips inside, inch by inch, and my mouth opens on a silent cry.
Holy shit, the burn is delicious, his hard length rubbing against every sensitive nerve ending, until I’m squirming on the bed, my dick hardening again.
It was supposed to be a distraction for him, and a chance to give something back, but as he sinks home and starts moving, I’m suddenly ready to go once more, my balls tight and my dick so stiff it aches.
“Jase…” His voice is tight, his hips snapping fast. “I can’t hold back… Fuck.”
I don’t want him to hold back. I’d tell him, but I can’t find the words, I just hope he keeps going for a few more thrusts.
He reaches past me to grab the headboard, nailing me again and again, his groans louder as his dick drives into me.
I reach down between my legs and grip my hard-on. I give it a few tugs, hissing between my teeth at the new onslaught of sensation, and then tense as another rush of pleasure rolls over me, taking away my fucking breath. My body jerks and I come all over the sheets, the pleasure so sharp it hurts.