His hands grip my hips as he slides out and slams back inside of me with force. Yes. Fuck yes. “So fucking tight,” he grits out. His hands roam all over my body, feeling every ridge of my rolls, touching all over my stomach, making his way to my tits. He grunts, speeding up his movements. “You squeeze me so good.”
My hands run all over his shoulders and his back. Scars. I felt them. I’ve never seen them though. He’s always behind me when we have sex, I’ve never been able to touch him, but today I am and I felt scars on his skin.
I shake the thought away and move my hips, wanting him deeper. It’s not physically possible, he’ll rip me in half. Somehow, he understands what I need and leans forward, my legs painfully straight on his shoulders as he thrusts all the way to the hilt forcing a moan out of me.
The feeling is so intense, so consuming that I squeeze my eyes shut, my nails clawing at his back until he groans. “Oh, fuck yes. Mark me so everyone knows I’m yours.”
I let out a whimper at his words. We didn’t really talk about what would happen once tonight was over. He wants something I don’t know I can give him, no matter how much I want to.
I open my eyes, lifting my head. “You’re so deep.” My eyes drop to where we’re connected.
“You want to see, baby?” he asks, pulling back and lowering my legs, wrapping them around his waist. He stares down at where his dick is thrusting in and out of me. “You want to see how good we look together?” He pulls out all the way, slowly pushing back in. “You feel so good,” he groans. “So fucking good.”
I shake my head, the pleasure building in my core with every thrust. “I don’t remember it ever being this good,” I cry out.
“That’s because it’s me,” he says, grunting when he thrusts in again. “Because it’s us.”
Yes. I throw my head back and let myself get lost in him as the orgasm bursts through me.
“Oh shit, that’s going to make me come, Leila.” He speeds up, pounding into me, ripping away the last shred of control I had. He lets out a grunt when he comes, thrusting fast and deep until he’s completely drained.
He doesn’t pull out of me; he just leans in and presses his lips against mine, soft and slow while his hips thrust lazily, matching his kisses.
We didn’t just fuck. Whatever just happened… we just made love.
29
There is no competition
“You want one?” Rosie asks, pulling out a croissant from a brown paper bag.
My stomach churns when I turn my head away. Ican’teat. Just knowing that the issue where I’m standing in a swimsuit is out makes me lose my appetite.
It wasn’t supposed to come out yet. I had another two weeks to prepare. I need those two weeks. I’m not ready.
“Are you ok?” she asks, furrowing her brows.
I haven’t told her. I haven’t told anyone. I didn’t even know it was out until I saw a text from Amina this morning congratulating me, telling me we look amazing. I need some of what she has, some of that takes no bullshit from anyone attitude. It doesn’t matter how many times I try to act like that on the exterior, trying to keep everyone at a distance, it changes nothing about how I feel on the inside.
“I’m good,” I tell her, chewing on the inside of my cheek. “Just tired.”
“We could hang out at Grayson’s tonight if you want?” she offers. “Face masks, some snacks, and just talk.”
“That’s okay. I’m busy tonight.” Throwing up from stress. Big plans.
“Are you sure?” She glances at me. “Aiden will probably be there.”
My eyes snap towards hers. She munches on the croissant, but I can see a hint of a smirk on her lips. “What do you mean?”
“I saw you coming out of his room.” She smiles at me sheepishly. “I went to get a glass of water around three in the morning after we… I woke up.” I can’t help but laugh when her cheeks tint with red. “And I saw you open the front door.” She takes another bite of her croissant. “I was waiting for you to tell me yourself… but you never did.”
That was months ago. “I’m sorry.” My steps slow when I let out a sigh. “I wanted to keep it a secret,” I tell her, lifting my shoulders in a shrug. “I didn’t tell anyone.”
“So no one knows?”
“Gabi knows.”
Her brows knit together. “Gabi?”
