His door opened almost every night now.
He was disappointed when it didn’t.
He was hard the instant it did.
Easy couldn’t remember when it started. It just did.
He didn’t think it would continue. But it did.
And in all that time, a word was never spoken between them.
Nothing was said during the time in the dark.
Nothing was said in the light about that time in the dark.
Sometimes he thought it was only a dream and it wasn’t really happening.
Just an illusion.
A fantasy.
An unrealistic expectation.
But what it was, was a habit.
A habit he knew he should break.
It was wrong. It was risky.
But he couldn’t.
Not yet.
Because, fuck him, he had to believe that the risk was worth the reward.
And the reward was worth the risk.
The mattress shifted slightly as she climbed on his bed and straddled him.
In the dark he’d become familiar with everything about her.
The scent of her arousal. The silky feel of her hair. The way her warm breath passed over her parted lips and touched his when she was about to come. The slide of her smooth skin under his fingertips.
The way she moved when she teetered on that edge. Muscles tensing, pussy clenching, fingernails digging, chest heaving. Heart beating like a stampede of wild horses.
He knew the weight of her tits in his palms. The curve of her upper lip. The arch of her spine. The delicate shell of her outer ear.
He wanted to believe it all belonged to him. That she was his. But, again, that was just a fantasy.
So, he had to take what he could get during their time in the dark and forget her in the light.
She shifted down his body, scraping her nails lightly over his chest, and dislodged his fist from his cock. Her much smaller hand replaced it, giving it two slow strokes before her greedy mouth circled the head and licked clean the precum collecting at the tip.
He groaned and sank his fingers into the thick strands of her hair, closing his eyes and picturing what it looked like in the light when it draped around her shoulders, when a lock fell across her forehead. When she tucked a strand of it behind her ear as she risked a glance in his direction.
The way her tongue swept over her full bottom lip when she was talking to someone in the sisterhood, or one of his brothers. Or even him.
The way she caught that lip in between her teeth when she concentrated.
The way she smiled when she thought no one watched.
The way she laughed when his brothers busted each other’s balls.
All of it remained seared into his brain on those nights she didn’t visit.
And during the day when he was at work.
He imagined her weight pressed to his back, her arms wrapped around his waist, and her cheek glued to his cut during the club runs when the back of his sled was actually empty.
He imagined waking up curled around her, turning her over and sliding between her thighs as the sun rose.
In the end, none of that would happen. Not because he didn’t want it to, but because she didn’t.
So, he took what she gave him.
And she took what she wanted and left the rest behind.
She was so goddamn good at head that whenever she went down on him, he struggled to keep his shit together and not blow his load. Because if he did, she wouldn’t wait around for him to recover, she’d just walk out the door and leave.
He knew that because she’d already done it before. She had driven him to the cliff, kicked him over the edge and then simply walked away.
But that wasn’t what he wanted tonight. He wanted her completely. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to hear her smothered cry when she came, feel the ripples of her orgasm around his cock before planting himself deep one last time and chasing her release with his own.
She had never left him hanging. Not once. And he didn’t want to do that to her. He didn’t want to give her any reason to stop her late-night visits. To find someone else’s bed to climb into in the quiet darkness of the night.
His door should be the only one she walked through.
His bed the only one she climbed into.
His cock the only one she allowed inside her.
But he was far from fucking stupid.
Besides who she was, she had a reason to keep this on the down low. Or at least, that was what his brain told him on those nights she didn’t show up. Or after she left on the nights she did.
But the crumbs she gave him were just enough to keep him wanting more. To keep him from ending this when he should.
For fuck’s sake, he should’ve ended it before it even began.
He released her hair and grabbed her elbows, pulling her up his body until they were chest to chest, the rock hard tips of her nipples pressing into his flesh.