Three: We’re not supposed to be together. Not for one hour, one night, one week. It’s illogical, no matter how I look at it. A road we can’t go down. As soon as I’ve achieved what I need to in Chicago, I’m gone. Sera will be too, off to her own life. The simpler it is for us to part ways, the better. And nothing about fucking has ever made anything in this world simpler.
Sera’s hands drop from my hair, her expression shuttering. “Alik?—?”
I unwrap her legs from my waist, stand up. “This shouldn’t have happened.”
“What? But?—”
I turn, suddenly intent on hiding my body’s reaction to her. I don’t need her watching me claw myself back from the brink of no-return. Or seeing the raging erection tenting out my jeans.Fuck. “You should get some rest. You need it after…” I wave at the treadmill, a piss-poor attempt to redirect our attention away from what we were about to do.
“I needrest?!” Her confusion balloons into anger. Sera glares as she pushes to her feet. “You can’t be serious.”
“Deadly.” I’m already running away, smothering whatever wild emotions drove me to kiss her in the first place. I spare her a hard glance over my shoulder. “Sleep and eat, Sera. No more running until the doctor clears it. I’ll know if you do. I’m watching.”
She’s still sputtering when I leave the room. I can hear her cursing me when I slam my office door behind me. Every partof me feels wired to explode. I grab the vodka from my desk drawer, downing several shots straight from the bottle.
I cut off three of Rocco’s toes this morning.
I almost killed myself racing my bike to the apartment when I checked my phone and saw what Sera was up to on the video feed.
I’m now downing a quarter bottle of vodka without stopping for breath.
Blood. Speed. Alcohol. None of them are coming close to stifling the need pounding in every pore of my skin.
I slam the bottle onto the desk with a curse. My stomach nosedives when the nearby picture frame and vase of lilacs shake. I steady the frame, my head pounding as I carefully lay it face down among the scattered petals, hiding from the twisted emotions that Rina’s face always drags to the surface.
I can’t look at her. Not now.
Not when I can still taste Sera. Still feel her skin against mine. Still hear her moans cascading through me, arrowing straight to my dick.
Blyad!Fuck. I cut across the room, getting as far away from my desk as possible, every inch of me shaking. I need to purge this—her—from my system before I do something that can’t be undone. Before I go to Sera’s room and strip her naked and?—
One hand braced on the wall, I’m tearing open my fly before I can finish the thought. Have my cock in my hand an instant later, closing my eyes on a filthy groan. I’m so hard, the head swollen and coated in precome. One well-practiced swipe and I’m dragging my own slickness down my shaft, my balls already tightening at the promise of release.
God, she looked gorgeous beneath me. Her body, already reclaiming its strength, was temptation personified in those tiny fucking gym clothes. I let my brain go where it’s dying to, picturing pulling the bra over her head, revealing her breasts, small and pert and perfect.
Stroking to the base of my cock, I imagine pulling one of those perfect breasts into my mouth, curling my tongue around the nipple. How her back will arch, how her body will shake as I suck and bite until she’s begging me to stop.
I bite my lip on another groan, thrusting into my hand, choking the head as another drop of precome leaks out.
Down, down, down my imagination goes, to her stomach, her legs, her sweet, hot pussy covered by those tiny shorts. Holy shit, how I wanted to rip them off with my teeth, to drag my nose across the crease of her thighs and bury my mouth in her wetness.
My mouth waters just picturing it. My head lolls back on my neck, my shoulders bunching as I stroke harder.
She’d be so wet for me. Wet, willing, legs spread wide. The need to know what she smells like there, tastes like, is a bullet to my restraint. The open throttle that sends my desire into overdrive.
I am well and truly fucking my hand now, the sound of my palm against slick skin filling the room. I’m breathing too hard, too fast. Never,neverhas getting off felt like this. Probably because I’ve never let myself picture Sera while doing it. No matter how restless I’ve become over the past few weeks, no matter how many times I’ve sought release, I’ve forbidden myself from thinking of her this way. Of using her like this. But our kiss changed everything.
Herresponsechanged everything. The signal I didn’t know I was waiting for, the green light that’s driven my growing protectiveness toward her into downright obsession.
I want to see her mouth spread wide around my cock. Want to see my cum dripping out from between her lips.
My thighs start to tremble, my hand moving faster and faster.
I want to bury my face in her pussy, licking her, tonguingher until she’s coming so long, so hard that I won’t be able to breathe in anything but her for days.
Oh, God. Oh, fuck. Fuck. My cock throbs in my hand. I’m so close to coming. The blood is pounding in my ears, my vision shot as I drive my hips at a relentless pace, one matched by the downstroke of my fist.
I’m teetering on the edge, my balls so tight I swear they’re going to explode.