Edison (The Henchmen MC 10)

Ugh.

He saw so much.

Too much.

No one should have been able to see all those parts of me.

"I fucking know you, Lenny. I know the bad. And it doesn't scare me. It doesn't even register as a blip on my fucking radar. And I damn sure know the good as well. And the good, love? The good is too fucking good. The way you look at me sometimes - not often, and I know you don't even realize it - with wonder, like I am something that shouldn't exist. And when I get to see one of those smiles. You know, the real ones. The ones that meet your eyes. The ones I only ever get to see."

His arm slid around my back, pulling my body flush with his.

"And I know what it is like to be inside you, to feel your body under mine, to hear you cry out my name when you come..."

Suddenly, charging back from the dam that grief had kept it behind, my desire flooded my system all at once, almost overwhelming in its intensity, stealing my breath, making my legs feel weak, and my breasts get heavy.

It must have been there in my eyes, because then it was right there in his as well before his lips sealed over mine. Seared into mine.

Trapped in my misery, time had moved differently for me.

But it had been so long considering he hardly ever left my side. No two people who recently started... something went almost a week without fucking when they were beside each other twenty-four-seven. But our bodies felt the void, were desperate to fill it.

My hands raked over him hungrily, yanking at his tee until he lifted his arm so I could free it and expose his skin to my needy fingers.

His hands were just as desperate, not even a hint of gentleness in their touch, sliding down my back to sink into my ass, squeezing hard, then lifting me upward, coaxing my legs around him.

My back slammed against a wall with a whack, making me moan, his hand going behind my neck to yank at my hair, making me let out a groan of approval, loving his loss of control.

His cock was hard against the material of his jeans, and my hips dropped to position him where I needed the friction most, grinding against him, shameless, as my hands went up his back to snag the band holding his hair, working it free so the soft strands fell down his shoulders, begging for my hands to sink in.

Edison's hips slammed forward, his cock hitting my clit hard. He pinned me to the wall with his hips, reaching down to snag my tee, dragging it upward roughly, tossing it to the side.

There wasn't even a pause before his hands were covering my breasts, rolling and twisting my nipples into even tighter buds, only then ducking his head to take them into his mouth in turns, sucking, nipping, making me completely mindless with need for more, for it all, for that beautiful oblivion I knew he could give me.

My hips thrust outward slightly, putting a few inches of space between us, allowing my hands to reach for his button and zip, working them out, then forcing my weighted limbs to unwrap. My feet met the cold floor as my hands yanked the material down his legs with an impatient moaning growl noise I didn't know I was capable of until right that moment.

Edison grabbed the material before it fell, fishing out his wallet, grabbing a condom, then tossing the billfold away, letting the pants and boxer briefs fall to his ankles as he reached down to stroke his cock twice.

My greedy eyes followed, and I felt my lips part, wanting to close around the head and suck him deep, wanting to hear the rumbling noise he would make when I did.

"No," he said, slipping on the condom then reaching for my waistbands to my pants and panties. "I need to fuck you," he explained, yanking down the material until it fell, discarded as his own. I stepped out of the material just a second before his fingers slid up my slick slit, circling my clit before moving downward, and thrusting two fingers deep inside me.

A gasping moan escaped my lips as my hips rocked against him, sliding my pussy across his palm.

His palm curled, pressing against my clit, even as his other hand grabbed my hip, forcibly turning me, pressing me against the wall as his fingers continued to fuck me, make sure I was ready.

Because we both knew there would be nothing slow, sweet, or loving about this.

He was going to fuck me.

Rough.

Hard.

Unrestrained.

Even as the thoughts formed and my ass pressed out toward him, his fingers slid out of me, grabbed his cock, and pressed it into place at the entrance to my pussy.