“Rub my cum on your clit.” Each word is a stroke of his hips. Another wave of dark pleasure. “Need to make you feel good.”
I do and, oh, God. It’s everything.
“Good girl.” Alaric snatches my hand, flattening it against the wall before he finds my center of pleasure again, rubbing my clit with his precum. “You’re getting close, aren’t you?” His movements become jerky, harsher, less practiced. “Fucking do it. Come all over me. Make a mess on my cock.”
“It tingles. My stomach. My p-pussy.”
Pussy. I’ve never said this word out loud. With Alaric, I feel sexy. Like a woman who isn’t ashamed of her needs, of being herself.
“The things you say.” He works his hips faster. His fingers too.
It’s magic. It’s heat. It’s taking me high until?—
“Oh my God.” My lips can’t seem to close at the onslaught of pleasure. My climax is so earth-shattering that tears run down my cheeks. I’m shaking,needing. “Oh.Oh.”
“There you go.” He pinches my clit, elongating my climax. “That’s it. I’m here. Not letting—fuck—go.”
Then, with one hand firm on my hip, he pulls back and jerks himself off before coming all over me.
This is bliss, having my back, crack, and ass drenched with him.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, softer now as he moves around me, tipping my chin up for a long, tender kiss. “Are you okay?”
Okay? No, I’m notjustokay. I’ve never felt so cared for in my life. Even more so when he goes to grab a few tissues from his backpack and wipes my pussy and backside clean.
There’s a quiet intention in how he tends to me. Devotion too.
I’m falling for him. Like, really falling.
Because he’s not just someone I’ve made up in my head anymore. Alaric is truly everything I could’ve ever wanted.
But saying that might scare him off.
Which is why what ends up coming out of my mouth is a simple, “Yes.”
“That pleases me.” His eyes flick to mine, his gaze warm. “More than anything.”
While he cleans his cock, then tucks himself into his scrubs, his gaze roams over my back and ass, maybe to see if he’s missed anything. Seemingly pleased, he nods before rolling the dirty tissues in his hand and stuffing them in his bag.
I keep quiet, not telling him there’s one spot on my ass that still feels a little damp. When I get home, I’ll put my panties with his mark on them in their own drawer.
A trophy.
Mine.
Stealthily, I push myself off the wall and start pulling up my jeans and panties.
They’re about to reach my ass. His cum is about to leave a permanent mark on my underwear.
“Don’t.” Alaric presses a hand to one of mine.
The command in his touch stops me right where I am. “What’s wrong?”
He doesn’t say a single word. Curiosity and desire crash into me as he lowers his face until he’s inches from my ass.
With his palm curled around the front of my thigh, he pulls me closer.
Dammit, he’s too low. I can’t see what he’s doing back there. I can’t, and I want it so much and?—