Page 14 of Are You Gonna Run?
“Yes. You fucking me in a mask, actually. But this is better. How long were you touching me?”
“A while,” I whisper. “I’ll put a mask on for you. I’d do anything you fucking asked, woman.” I didn’t mean to say that out loud, but there’s no taking it back now. I don’t think I’d want to, anyway.
She kisses me fiercely, possessively, hands tangling in my hair as she wraps her legs around me, giving me the permission I need to begin fucking her harder. With her legs pinning me to her and our bodies flushed together, I grind into her in a way that I know rubs her clit just right.
The way she trembles under me drives me crazy, and the first flex of her cunt as she orgasms nearly sends me over. “There she is. Let it out, baby.” I work her through it until I can’t handle it anymore, then pull out to flip her over. “My turn.”
I slam back inside her, groaning at the new angle as I fuck her into the mattress.She screams my name as I bite her shoulder, cock throbbing as lose myself in this woman I have absolutely no business fucking raw.
Oh, fuck.
Just thinking about how I’m inside of her bare has me nearing the edge quicker than I want to. I suck a mark there as I pound deep inside of her, my fingers curling tightly so I’m hanging onto her gorgeous hips and leaving more marks behind.
I want every inch of her to look owned so she can’t help but remember me when I’m gone... if I ever leave, that is. Right now, I can’t see a world where I stay away. “I’m gonna come, Rowyn,” I warn. “I’m gonna come inside you agai— fuck!”
Slamming deep I let go with a growl, watching as her fingers curl tightly in her pillows and her gorgeous lips part. She loves this too, I don’t care what she says.
Panting, she lets out a breathy, satisfied little huff when I finally still. “Feel better, Eris?”
I nod, lips brushing the teeth marks I left behind as I do, and I place a kiss there as a silent apology for being so rough. Good thing she seems to enjoy it. “So much better.”
“Good, it’s bedtime again,” she mumbles, snuggling in and closing her eyes again. “Until you can’t take it anymore.”
When I finally find the strength to get up and pull myself out of her, I clean us both up lazily, and then collapse next to her on the bed. I’m so drained I don’t have the energy to say goodnight before I’m drifting off to sleep surrounded by her delicious scent.
I’m tired enough now to actually sleep, but even in this state, I know I’ll definitely need this girl again come morning.
I’m far from done with her.
Eight: Cinnamon Pancakes
Every part of my body is sore when I wake up. My back aches where the stone of the coffin scratched me, my legs are shaky, arms are lightly bruised, and I still feel every inch of Eris’ cock inside of me.
But as I roll over to say good morning to him, I realize he isn’t here anymore. His side of the bed is neatly made, his clothes are gone, and the only thing he left behind was the Halloween blanket he’d given to me in the truck.
So much for not having one night stands.
Sighing quietly, I face my night sky ceiling and wonder if I made a mistake.Eris is charming, thoughtful, funny, playful, and an absolute god in bed. He has a good job, a brain, a vehicle, and doesn’t seem to have a ton of baggage. If everything he told me and showed me is to be believed, he’s a catch. Maybe the last decent catch in this town.
And I basically pushed him out the door.
With dying hope, I reach over to see if he texted me before he left, but he didn’t. I have a few texts from my best friend asking if I’m alive, but nothing at all other than that.
I send her back a thumbs up and lock my phone again.
This is for the best.
Eris isn’t someone you stay casual with. I don’t care what he says, there’s no way any woman was content with a fuckbuddy situation when it comes to him. He’s the type of guy you fall in love with, quickly and devastatingly. If he didn’t get into a relationship, it’s because he didn’t want to.
So where would that leave me if I allowed this to continue? Falling for a man who seems to be emotionally unavailable, taking time out of my life and my business for something that’ll ultimately just break my heart.
Yeah, he did me a favor by leaving, and I’ll do him a favor by never texting him again.
This will just be our own little perfect night, something untouchable.
Yeah.
A little bummed but feeling better, I slide out of bed to make my way to the kitchen. I’m hungrier than hell, and dehydrated too. Multiple orgasms will do that to a girl who isn’t used to it.
