Rewrite the Stars

He stands, fumbling around Eros’ bunk before coming back with a condom in hand. I watch him, bottom lip pinched between my teeth, as he rolls it onto his length. I’m feeling so many things at once, I can’t pick just one emotion to hold on to. My hearts slams in my chest, as I lie here naked on display for him, seconds away from finally having him inside me.

He lowers his body over mine, his elbow resting next to my head. His free hand directs himself toward me, sliding the length of him between my lips until I’m panting and writhing against him, frustrated and wanting more.

Without warning, Sebastian snaps his hips forward, filling me in one motion. My mouth drops open in a silent cry, and I tense up. “Holy fuck,” he breathes, wedging himself in farther. Sebastian sits back and spreads me with his thumbs, staring down at where we’re connected. “Look at your pussy wrapped around me so tight,” he grits out. It’s equal parts pleasure and pain, and I try to force myself to relax.

Sebastian picks up the pace, and I can hear how wet I am. I start to move, meeting his thrusts, and before long the pain is gone, leaving nothing but ecstasy. I arch my back, my head thrown back, and Sebastian grips the chain dangling from my chest, pulling it tight, using it as leverage to fuck me harder. Unable to hold it in, I scream as he fucks into me, my blood rushing in my ears. The chain breaks in his fist, and Sebastian leans down, flicking his tongue into my open mouth. I kiss him back, and then I’m shoving at his chest until he takes my subtle cue and rolls onto his back without breaking our connection.

My eyes w

iden, and I gasp at the angle at the same time Sebastian groans. It’s deep, almost too deep, but I revel in the feeling of being so full of him. I brace my palms on his chest, inadvertently pushing my breasts together, closing my eyes as I circle my hips. We’re both covered in a thin layer of sweat, and I feel like I’m in the Globe of Death again, dizzy and fascinated and hypnotized and mesmerized.

“Goddamn,” Sebastian says, gripping my hips. I open my eyes to see him watching me with wonder in his eyes. “Ride me.”

I feel it building, and I move faster, grinding harder. My clit rubs against his pelvis, and I bear down on him, chasing the friction. I knew it could be like this. The thought plays in my mind on a loop. This moment feels like it’s bigger than us. Or maybe that’s just the lust talking.

“I’m coming,” I announce, my movements becoming jerky. Sebastian takes over, squeezing my waist as he fucks me from the bottom. It’s all I can do to hold on as I clench and release around him. My breasts bounce, the broken chains rubbing against my nipples in the best way.

I slump onto Sebastian’s chest and abruptly, he flips me over, fucking my boneless body with reckless abandon. I’m jelly, barely conscious as he uses my spent body to find his release. He holds my legs open, punching his hips into me. Sweat rolls down the side of his face, and his teeth clamp down on his bottom lip. Needing to feel closer to him, I cup his face, urging him down to bring his lips to mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, kissing me deep. He gives three more hard thrusts before his abs tighten and he groans, “Fuck,” his movements turning slow and lazy.

His sweat-slicked body falls onto me, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across my jaw and down my neck before rolling onto his back, pulling me on top of him without pulling out. I moan at the feeling, shifting my hips. “Behave,” he says, swatting my naked ass.

“Fine.” I pout, already wanting more.

We lie in silence. Sebastian fiddles with the tattered chain still half-hanging around my chest, sending goosebumps up and down my torso. My nose stings, and I have the strangest urge to cry. I don’t know why I’m suddenly feeling emotional, but being here like this, having him touch me like he needs me, too…it’s overwhelming. If I could bottle this feeling up and keep it forever, I would.

I lift the cross that hangs around his chest, turning it over in my palm. “Are you ever going to tell me the story of this thing?”

His eyes are closed, voice raspy when he responds. “Why do you think there’s a story? Maybe I’m just religious.”

“Isn’t wearing a rosary considered sacrilegious?”

I feel him shrug underneath me. “Fuck if I know.”

I snort out a laugh, my body shaking, and then I feel him twitch inside me.

“Fuck,” he says, flexing his hips.

I push myself up to a sitting position, my hands braced on his chest as I slide forward, lifting slowly until only the tip is inside. He crosses his arms behind his head, watching me with a steeled jaw.

“Tell me,” I say, taking him back inside me, sliding back down.

“Valeen says it’s protection.”

“Protection from what?” I press, leaning backward, resting my hands on his knees to give him a prime view of where we’re connected, my breasts on full display.

He shoves me off him, reaching toward Eros’ bunk again. He pulls the condom from his cock, tying it off before replacing it with a new one, and I bite my bottom lip to hide my victorious smile.

“Protection from nosy little girls who talk too fucking much,” he snaps. “Get on the bed.”

“Yes, sir.”

I FUCKED UP. TWICE, TECHNICALLY. I figured if I was going to make the mistake of fucking her, I might as well go all out. A man can only resist temptation for so long, especially when it’s being offered on a silver platter. She was fucking perfect, and for a while, I forgot about the curse. Forgot about all the reasons I shouldn’t encourage her feelings for me. Then, reality came crashing back into focus. I won’t even be here in a couple of years. Evan will probably be knocked up and married, and I’ll be six feet under. And for the first time in my life, the thought of dying made me feel…uncomfortable.

Evan sensed the shift in my mood, but I was saved from her questioning when Eros, Lathan, and Tres barged into a trailer that reeked of sex to find us naked, our clothes littering the floor. I pulled the blanket up to cover Evan, not bothering to hide my junk. It’s nothing they hadn’t seen before. Lathan and Eros kept their mouths shut while Tres stood there with a dopey grin on his face.

I stood, butt ass naked as Eros tossed me my jeans. With a jerk of my chin, they piled out of the trailer and waited for me outside. Evan looked up at me, cheeks red, glossy eyes, with a sleepy, embarrassed smile plastered to her pretty lips. “I’ll be back in a few,” I said, my voice sounded stilted even to my own ears. The smile fell from her face, and I could practically see the insecurity creeping in, so I bent over, pulling the corner of the blanket down to drop a kiss to her nipple. “Get some sleep.”

I stood and patted my back pocket for my pack of smokes before heading out to face the fucking firing squad.