It’s perfect. I don’t know where I want it more: in my mouth or pounding into my pussy.
“Here,” I mutter, passing him the condom packet.
I don’t take my eyes off his cock as he rolls it on. Seeing him stroke himself like that is hypnotic. I swallow hard before moving back farther on the bed. He sets himself up like he’s waiting for me to get on my back again, but that’s not how I want him right now. I shift onto all fours instead.
He swears.
A lot.
When he’s finally recovered, I glance over my shoulder to see him line himself up behind me. I hiss when he runs his palms over my ass before wrapping a hand around the base of his cock and tracing the tip of it up and down between my legs. Whimpering, I let my head drop forward until it hits the pillow. I lower myself onto my elbows and grip the pillowcase so hard my knuckles turn white as I wait for him to slide inside.
He does it slowly, inch by inch, filling me with everything I’ve been craving. I clench around him, and he groans. We both go still for a moment, adjusting to the sensation, to the force of the connection.
We’reconnected—not just our bodies, but our hearts and our minds. Our blood seems to be rushing in time. I feel it again: the weight of every moment that’s led us to where we are, the memory of every smile and sigh and stupid joke.
This is us. This is our story.
I thrust back against him to urge him on, and he doesn’t need any more encouragement. He starts off slow, and I can tell he’s trying to ease into things for me, but it only takes a few thrusts before he’s gripping my waist and pulling me closer as he drives himself into me as hard as he can.
It’s everything I need.
“Oui, oui. Yes. Don’t stop.”
He fucks me hard enough to make me scream, fucks me so good I know I’d beg for more if he stopped. I’d say anything he wanted just to get more of this. His fingers dig into my hips, the sting of pain just making me crave him even more. I need him everywhere. I need him to take everything I have.
Chasing the pressure, I raise myself up onto my knees so my back is flush with his chest. He throws an arm around my stomach to keep me from falling over, not slowing his pace as he lets his other hand cup one of my breasts. He teases my nipple, pinching hard enough that I feel myself start squeezing around his cock.
“Oh, fuck.Fuck.”
He takes one shuddering breath, and then he stiffens before falling apart inside me. He comes so hard he sends us both tumbling forward until I’m on my hands and knees again. He’s still thrusting, driving himself into me as he gasps for breath.
I don’t want him to stop. I want this feeling forever. I need it. I needhim.
I need him.
The words echo in my thoughts as he finally pulls out and rolls onto his back, tugging me down on top of him.
I need him.
I nestle myself onto his heaving chest, shivering as his fingers trail along my spine. He sighs and presses his lips to the top of my head.
I need him.
I wrap my arms around him as hard as I can, and I don’t know what I’m more afraid of: that I’m holding him too tight, or not nearly tight enough.
Fifteen
Zach
TOP SHELF: a slang term for premium, high quality liquor
I tryto sneak back into DeeDee’s room without Valérie noticing, but she pokes her head around the edge of the hall just as I’m reaching for the door handle.
“Well, well, well,” she drawls, stepping into full view and crossing her arms. “Looks like you graduated from the couch, strange boy.”
I feel my face flush. It’s just after eight in the morning, and the only thing I’ve got on is my boxers.
“Uh, yeah. Looks like I did.”
