Fucking, making love, banging—hell, I don’t care what you call it. Being heard turns me on, and I writhe at the public exposure.
Grant’s deep laugh cuts in the air as he nips at my ear lobe. “You like the fact that people know we’re owning each other? That people know my cock is buried in you and that I’m so uncontrolled I’m fucking you against a door in some shithole?”
“Yes,” I purr, making him slow so I can arch my brow and speak at a normal pace. “I like it very much.”
Sin darkens his eyes, and they flicker a beautiful black. He suspends more of my weight against the door by pressing harder into me, and once my frame is secure, snakes a hand down my torso, right to my clit. “Then let them hear you, and fucking scream, darling.”
His thumb creates the most wonderful pressure, and when he circles once, I toss my head back on the door, screaming until my throat burns.
I hear the commotion of more people from below, but I don’t know what they say—there’s only the knowledge of the world being aware that my heart belongs to Grant. And he’s just as much a slave to me. The laugh that first rolled off his tongue has altered into a feral growl. His pace builds; the wood against my back should be hurting now as it scrapes against it.
“Fuck,” he moans. “My turn. I’m going to fucking come.” He leaves my clit and fists my hair, yanking at the roots as he comes, his warmth filling me. Two spasms later, and he beats the side of his fist to the door, his curse words echoing through the whole house.
By the time he’s finished, sweat is rolling down the valley of my tits, and I’m shaking. Much like Grant.
“Holy fuck,” he murmurs, right before sliding both of our bodies to the floor with him still inside me.
We don’t speak—can’t speak, as we hold each other, panting.
And while we should be leaving, we’re frozen. I think we both are rolling through the same emotions without voicing it.
That we’re always going to find each other. Whether the world runs red with blood or blue with the oceans, it will always be us—together—unbreakable.
Forever.
No more just for the moments. My heart seems to whisper as the night sky filters in, blinding out the sunlight.
Fitting way for us to end our reunion—in the dark, holding each other in silence. I can’t help but think Grant and I were made to chase away the sun, and I’ll die before I crave any other kind of existence.