“I need you, baby. I want your dick so much, more than anything else. I want to feel how hard and sharp you are when you push inside of me. I want it, Sean. I need you to fuck me. I need it so much. Please, baby, please. Fuck me hard. Take me. Please, Sean…” My begging becomes frantic as I try to think of what else I can say to convince him how much I want to be with him.
Sean shifts against me, hard and ready. I must have said the right thing, because he slips his fingers out of me and shifts his hips. I feel him brush against me and then he pushes in so slowly that it’s all I can manage to stay still.
The insane desire to ride him like a pogo stick rushes through me and I can’t help it—I push back against him, slamming my hips into his, and forcing him deep inside of me quickly. A high pitched sound comes from my throat as I buck against him over and over.
Sean had me so close to the edge that a breeze would make me come, and I do. Wildly, I slam my hips back against him, as waves of pleasure course through me. I’m breathless and leaning over the edge of the bench when I’m spent.
Sean continues to rock into me, slowly, firmly, and then pulls out. His fingers lightly touch my back and I don’t realize what he’s doing until his lips are on my skin. There’s a spot on my back, just under my shoulder, that is as sensitive as the one on my neck. It’s like my body came equipped with slut buttons that I never knew were there. Sean seems to know. He pushes himself in and out, slowly, and when his lips come down on that spot on my back, I nearly jerk upright.
That touch, the way it feels, is so charged that I can’t sit still. Sean presses me down, stilling me, and continues to work the spot with his lips and then his tongue. My mind is completely gone, it floats away and doesn’t come back. Desperation shoots through me when I feel the need to be ridden, again.
My heart races harder and faster as Sean works his magic, pushing buttons that I didn’t know I had. I cry out as my fingernails dig into the fabric on the pillow in front of me. Sean pushes a finger between my legs and up inside of me.
He purrs in my ear as he breathes deeply. His hand moves faster, as he kisses my back. By the time he stops to fuck me, I’m someone else. My body is on fire, demanding his dick, wanting him pounding into me. And he does, oh God, he does. Sean takes hold of my hips and pushes in so hard and deep. Then he does it again, and again, until he’s riding me so roughly that it should hurt, but it doesn’t. I want him like this, and I want more.
As the sensations build within me, I climb higher and higher. Needing release, I scream as I buck into him too many times to count, and I finally shatter. Gasping, I cry out and he pushes into me once, hard. Breathless, I lean there, unable to move, and listen to him moan. His fingers are clutching my hips and I feel more stated than I have ever felt in my life. I can barely breathe, and I notice how wet we are, but I don’t think he came. I glance back at him and ask.
There’s a sultry smile on his face. Sean leans forward and kisses me. “Not yet, baby. That was you.” It takes a moment for it to sink in—I came and he’s soaked? I did that? Before embarrassment hits me in the head like a frying pan, Sean says, “And it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to take you over to the bed and lick you until you come in my mouth. Oh my God, Avery. Do you have any idea how sexy you are? It’s like you’re a goddess sent here to torment me.”
Sean pulls away and then turns me toward him. He strips the rest of my clothes before carrying me over to the bed. He sets me down and fans my hair around my head before asking, “Ready for more, Miss Smith?”
I grin, I can’t help it. I want more. “Always.”
CHAPTER 3
Sean and I part ways in the early hours of the morning. As he packs up his things, it hits me hard. I manage to smile and say good-bye without crying. I keep thinking that Sean will offer something more, but he doesn’t. His blue eyes avoid mine, like he’s sorry this didn’t work out.
I wish I could stay, I wish I could say yes, but I can’t.
“So this is it, then?” I’m standing next to the door with my bag over my shoulder as I strangle the handle on my suitcase. I swear to God, it’s going to crack in my fist. I hate this, but I chose it. Things are over and I’m the one who ended them. I smile at him, like I’m fine with it, even though I’d rather shove glass shards into my eyeballs.
“I guess so.” Sean stops packing and struts over to the door. The black dress shirt he’s wearing is open, revealing his beautiful chest. My eyes wander to his abs and linger too long. “My eyes are up here, Smitty.” I glance up to find him smiling at me. Sean closes the distance between us and takes me in his arms. He kisses my cheek and releases me.