Final.
It felt so final.
Like there was no going back from this. Without words, without a warning, and without a condom, he hovered over me, his dick poking at my belly. He put his hot lips on my neck and sucked on it with a private smile I could feel, and I stared at the ceiling, my pulse rioting all over my body. It was like my heart was working on overdrive, desperately pumping blood into the rest of me, trying to match how alive Alex was in that moment. He positioned himself between my thighs, his tongue swirling over my throat, driving me mad. I clawed at his back like he was already inside me. In a way, he was.
“Condom.” My voice was barely audible; I had to repeat the word to make sure he heard me. “We need a condom.”
He leaned back and stared at me, flushed. His chest was moving up and down, and I wanted to believe it wasn’t like this for him with all one-night stands. There was no way Alex Winslow responded like this to every girl he rolled between his sheets. Like I was the very asteroid where he wanted to live on. Forever.
“I’ll finish out.”
“Alex, what the hell?”
“I just really need to feel you.”
“You will. Through a condom.”
“No. All of you.”
“You can’t have all of me.” But even I knew that was a lie.
I wondered if he really expected me to agree to go bareback our first time while he picked up his jeans from the floor and sorted through the pockets until he found his wallet. There was one condom there—just the one—and the wrapper looked crumpled and old. My heart cartwheeled happily at that. I watched as he sheathed himself, his eyes focused on the condom he rolled over his shaft—upper teeth biting his lower lip—before he returned his gaze to me. His cock pressed onto my lower belly.
“Stardust,” he breathed, shaking his head slightly. “Stardust, Stardust, Stardust.”
Then he thrust into me all at once. I whimpered, threading my fingers in his hair and bringing him down, his forehead pressing into mine. I chattered, “Alex.”
He thrust. Again. Then again. His movements were rough and callused. Every time he drove into me, his hips ground on mine painfully, like he wanted me to feel how he felt, trapped inside his body, inside his thoughts. I had no illusions about Alex’s nature. He was an addict and a tortured soul, and he wasn’t going to stick around. But this felt like everything I didn’t know I could wish for. This made me settle for ‘For Now’ instead of ‘Forever.’
“Christ,” he muttered, his lips on mine, then on my chin, my ear, back up on my cheek. We were a heap of flesh and limbs. I felt him rattling something inside me, and my womb clenched every time he pushed into me. He grabbed one of my legs and hoisted it over his shoulder, sliding even deeper than before, and I cried out so loud, I was sure every resident in the hotel could hear me.
“It’s so intense.” I sucked in a breath, but that only made him go even harder. He knew what I needed—we always knew what the other needed. That was the tragic thing about us. We were compatible in so many ways—and used ourselves as weapons against each other.
“I’m going to come.” My body was quivering from the inside. Goose bumps crawled over my skin as tiny, steady hot waves of pleasure began to wash through me, head to toe. “I’m coming…”
I threw my head back and shuddered in his arms, feeling like a lit match.
“Fuck, if we don’t change position, I’ll come, too,” he growled, flipping me over on my knees and driving into me again.
“Ohhhh…” My mouth dropped open in pleasure.
Alex snaked his arm around my waist and started playing with my clit, nibbling on my earlobe. I knew he was going to say something. He took special pleasure in talking into my ear like that when I couldn’t see him. When I was at his mercy.
“Come for me again, Stardust,” he said, fucking me mercilessly, and tears pooled in my eyes. It felt so intimate and promising. And he knew how I’d felt about empty promises. “Come all over my cock like the good, bad girl that you are.”
I came again, falling to the mattress with a thud as he continued driving into me and playing with me at the same time, the overstimulation making me twitch now.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He drove into me once more, jerking inside me and slapping my ass at the same time as he collapsed over me, his entire weight on my back.
He stayed inside me, little grunts of pleasure escaping his lips, his chest plastered over my back. I wanted to turn around and look at him, but I couldn’t move.