I catch her halfway and hug her to me, covering her mouth with mine. All finesse and gentleness are gone. I can’t stop myself anymore. I devour her mouth, diving in with my tongue. A moan escapes her lips right before she wraps her hands around my neck, hanging to me for dear life.
I force my hands to stay on her lower back, but they don’t listen. They grab her ass on their own accord, moving her flush against me.
She gasps again, and I stop the kiss. I look at her, making sure it’s not too much. Her face is flushed, her lips are swollen, and her beautiful face doesn’t hold any fear. I resume kissing her, lifting her from the bed and setting her on my lap, her legs on either side of me. This way, her hot little pussy is right over my aching cock. I know it will only torture me more, but I’ll take anything she can give me. Anything.
She begins a little dance on my lap. Her hips move forward and backward. Forward and backward. Slow at first. Her lips are on mine, and mine on hers. She’s getting braver, exploring more of my mouth. My hands are firmly on her ass, helping her move along the length of my dick. It’s aching and weeping for more. Begging for me to take it out and let her slide over it without a barrier.
I’ve never been this hard in my life. I swear. I’m holding on for dear life here, trying not to come in my pants or throw her on the bed, shooting cum all over her beautiful tits currently pressed to me. It’s so damn hard. I’m so damn hard. There is no blood left in my brain. None. All I think about is her taste on my tongue and her soft body under my hands. The way she clings to me like she needs me more than air. Like she wantsme.
Her pace speeds up, and her mouth opens. I follow her lead, helping her move faster. Little, sexy moans escape her, and I swallow every one of them. The kiss gets rougher, more my speed. She digs her fingers into my shoulders, moving herself faster. Her breathing is shallow. She forgets the kiss after a moment and presses her forehead to mine. Her breath fans my face. It’s sweet, and I try to steal a few kisses before she comes. I don’t know if this will ever happen again.
When I can feel her nearing the end, I grab her ass rougher and press it against my dick harder, helping her get more of the delicious friction she needs. We need. But it’s not about me now.
She moves her hands around my shoulders, burying her face in the crook of my neck, placing my own face into the crook of hers. She smells so damn amazing. It’s dangerous and maddening. I’m so close to losing my shit and just throwing her on the bed. Sheer willpower is the only thing holding me back.
“Mark.” She breathes out, and I nearly come. No one has ever fucking said my name when they rode me. No one. “Oh fuck, Mark,” she says as she shudders over me. She jerks her hips, and I can’t do it anymore. I shoot my load into my pants in a few hot spurts. She keeps moving over me, and I keep coming.
“Alicia.” I breath out and go still. I just said her name during my own orgasm. I’ve never fucking said anyone’s name during sex. It’s not me. I’m not a monster who likes to fuck faceless women, no; but I don’t call their names out when I’m in ecstasy. I prefer to ride alone.
Her shudders subside, but she stays on top of me, her face buried in my neck. Her body goes lax, and she wiggles.
“Alicia.”
“Mhmm.” She sounds sleepy.
“Alicia,” I say again. “Are you okay?”
“’m ’kay.”
I’m not sure I understand, but her body goes heavy, and her arms drop.
“Alicia,” I say again, worried. I try to move her, but she snuggles deeper against me. She’s asleep.
I carefully move her so she’s lying down and feel eyes on me. Ghost. His glare is accusing.
What do you want?I glare back.
Pervert,he replies before going back to cleaning his balls.
Who’s the pervert now?
But he’s already turned away.
I carefully get off the bed and go for my backpack, hoping I have wipes or tissues—anything—so I can clean this mess in my pants. It’s not fun to walk around in the cold with fresh cum stuck to your undies.
I find a pack of tissues and thank myself for being a man and thinking ahead. Always come prepared for the worst, I always say. I turn away from her, attempting to keep some of my modesty intact, and clean myself the best I can. Ghost keeps throwing nasty looks my way, but I’m sure he’s just jealous he can’t use wipes and instead has to constantly lick his asshole to keep it clean.
Alicia begins moving around, her brows pinched together.
“Sh-h-h,” I say as I settle next to her. Once she finds my body with her hands, she inhales loudly and tucks herself under my arm—while sleeping—and finally settles in and stops moving.
A feeling larger than life blooms in my chest. The feeling of being needed just because I’mme. She’s looking for me unconsciously, seeking my presence. Right now, she doesn’t need my dick. She’s not thinking about all the naughty things I can do to her body. She doesn’t want to keep me as her dirty little secret. In her sleep, she’s seeking a safe place, and I’mthatfor her.
ChapterFifteen
ALICIA
I wake up feeling sweet, long-forgotten peace in my mind and satisfaction in my body. I give myself a good, lazy stretch and bump into someone. A body. Next to me.
