“So fucking tight,” he pants against my back. “You are going to wreck me.”
He quickly sets a rhythm that has me white knuckling the headboard.
“I’m going to paint this ass tonight,” he pants, picking up speed and bringing us both to the brink of having it all. “I want my cum dripping from you.”
My walls start to tighten as his filthy words turn me on even more. He angles his hips and goes deep, causing me to splinter into a thousand pieces. My body constricts around him as I let go for him again, moaning his name from deep within my soul.
He makes sure I feel every last bit of my orgasm before he lifts me from the headboard.
“Lay your head on the bed,” he grounds out, pushing me down until my ass is in the air. “Fucking perfect,” he growls, squeezing my cheeks hard before pulling out roughly. I feel warm liquid hit my bottom and shoot onto my back as he releases all over me with a deep groan.
I hear him panting hard as the very last drop of him lands on my skin. His finger runs along my crevices, making sure every piece of me down there is marked before he sits back and watches it drip from me.
“Jesus, that’s a beautiful sight,” he rasps. “You were made to wear me all over this perfect body.” He reaches over slowly and grabs his t-shirt off the floor to clean me up. When he’s done, I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.
I curl up on my side, wishing I had the strength to curl up against him, but knowing it will only lead to heartache. Sleep takes me under before I can question why my heart hurts so much whenever I think about this being our last time.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
MILES
At first, I think I’m dreaming as I feel my dick swell in my sleep. Skin meets skin as her palm glides down my now rigid cock and back up again. Blinking my eyes open, I see Olivia curled up against my chest with her eyes closed.
She wraps her hand around me tighter, and a little sigh escapes her full, pink lips.
A smile quirks at my lips when I realize she’s still sleeping and using me for her little dream she’s having. Putting my arm under my head, I let her have her fun before reality sets in around her. I’m not above being used like this, especially when it’s her hand doing the using.
We both fell asleep hard last night with all the wine we drank, and I didn’t even get to enjoy having her body next to me all night long. I might as well enjoy this little bit of extra she is giving me because I’m supposedly going back in the friend zone today, even though I’m determined to find my way across the line again.
Her hand starts to move faster, and I grit my teeth as I fight not to take control. Even in her sleep, she can make me comeundone like no other. It’s tempting as hell to lift her up on me and slide into what I already know is my own personal slice of heaven here on this earth.
Her hand stills, and I watch her eyes blink open. They go wide with shock once she realizes what she was doing.
“Oh, my God!” She clutches the sheet to her chest and scampers up quickly to a sitting position. “Miles! What the fuck?”
“Don’t stop on my account. I was thoroughly enjoying my morning wake-up call,” I grin.
“Why the hell didn’t you wake me?” She cries out and then winces at the loud tone she used. I’m sure all that wine last night left her with a raging headache this morning.
“And stop your sex dream about me that you were having? Why would I do that?” I chuckle.
“I was not having a sex dream about you,” she fumes. “Your dick obviously landed in my hand, and I grabbed hold of it.”
“Landed in your hand?” I laugh, loving the way this conversation is going. “And I guess my dick made your hand pump me like it was in a race to the finish line.”
She glares at me, and I hold that stare as the ring on my eyebrow raises with the movement as I wait for her to challenge me. Her lips quirk, and I can tell the initial shock is over and humor is taking its place. I mean, it’s not every day you wake up with your hand around a dick. Her eyes flash down, and her dimples peek out as she holds back a laugh.
She’s left me in quite a state as my dick stands at attention like a soldier eager to get his next orders.
“I’m glad you are finding humor in this,” I smirk. “You know…” I reach down and circle my hand around my rigid erection, and her eyes quickly dart back up to mine. “Since you started this, I think it’s only fair that you finish it.” I know my chances are slim to none that she’s going to go for it, but here’s to me hoping for that one percent.
Her eyes glance down again, and I decide to give her more to look at as I stroke myself long and hard. My thumb rolls over my piercing and gets coated with my arousal as it leaks out of the tip. I see the desire in her eyes, and for a moment, I almost believe I might get my way, but it’s gone just as fast as it came. Her walls shoot up instantly as her eyes tear away from me, harboring a shield covering any emotions she’s feeling.
“Not going to happen again,” she says quietly, sounding a lot like she’s trying to convince herself of this.
Clutching the sheet around her tightly, she walks to the bathroom door, and a frustrated sigh leaves my lips as I stare at the ceiling. Her walls are like a goddamn fortress when they go back up and just when I think I’ve found a way in I run smack into the bricks of a solid dead in.
I glance at the closed bathroom door as I hear the shower turn on. Seconds later, the water spray is muffled as moans louder than the last time filter through the air. A smile touches my lips as I begin to stroke myself. She may not be able to give me anything more right now, but she’s giving me what she can.
