Grabbing both of my thighs, he dragged me to the edge of the bed. I was propped up on my elbows with my ass at his eye level, completely exposed in every possible way. But I was with him. Nothing else mattered.
He inched up his stool until it was flush against the mattress. I peeked over my shoulder just as he dragged a finger over my opening and down to my clit. My breath hitched when he looked up into my eyes; his were burning with a mix of anger and desire.
I was turned on by the anger but terrified by the desire. It wasn’t the way he usually looked when he was turned on. It was different—and fierce.
“I thought you’d left,” he said, holding my eyes and pushing a single finger inside.
As he slowly removed it, I groaned from the loss. “I just went shopping.” A hand landed on my ass and his finger darted back inside, mixing the most amazing combination of pain and pleasure.
“I fucking thought you’d left,” he growled, deliciously curling his fingers before they were suddenly gone again.
My knees went weak, and I followed him down with my hips, chasing his hand for more. His hand wasn’t what I got at all.
“Ass up,” he demanded, leaning forward and raking his teeth over the ass cheek.
Chills spread over my body, but I lifted my ass as high as possible. His tongue laved over my core before darting inside.
I rocked back against his face, but just like with his fingers, his mouth disappeared.
“Flint, please. Stop teasing me,” I huffed
“I was scared to death, Ash. Looked like a bitch in front of my entire fucking family. All because you didn’t leave a goddamn note.” He pressed back inside me.
“I’m sorry,” I breathed.
“I will never go through that again. Never. Do you hear me?” He twisted his hand back and forth, pushing deeper every time.
My release built. “Oh God. Keep going,” I begged.
He stilled his hand as he once more bit my ass. “Never again.”
“Okay! I’m sorry!” I cried. “I get it.”
“No, you really fucking don’t,” he gritted out, but his fingers began an unrelenting rhythm. “I need you to come now, Ash. I’m about to fuck you, and I can’t swear that you’ll get off. So this part is for you—the fucking is for me.”
“Stop talking,” I whispered, rolling my hips against his hand.
“Hurry up.”
I can do that.
Flint added his other hand into the mix, tapping and circling my clit while he pumped his fingers in and out of me. It wasn’t long before I was stepping off the edge of climax, calling his name on the descent.
I collapsed face first onto the bed, lost in the post-orgasm fog.
I vaguely heard the crinkle of the condom behind me. The next thing I knew, Flint had lifted me off the bed, settling me on lap. He was still sitting on the stool, but he had shifted backwards so his legs had room between the stool and the mattress. His chest was to my back, and one of his arms was wrapped tight around my waist.
“Close your legs and put your feet on the bed,” he ordered, lifting me to hover over his waiting cock. He guided the tip inside me as I followed his directions. No sooner had my knees touched than he roughly slammed inside me.
“Oh God,” I cried as he filled me deeper than ever before.
He folded his other arm over my chest so his forearm rested between my breasts and his hand gripped my shoulder. Then he once again lifted me before roughly forcing me back down.
“You do not run from me.” He bit the base of my neck.
“Fuck.” I angled my head to give him more room, moaning with his every nip. “I wasn’t running.”
He slammed into me again. “You will not do that to me again.”
Up.
Then down again.
I dropped my head back against his shoulder, turning to capture his mouth. Flint’s tongue was rough and demanding, and his stubble rubbed against my face.
He released my mouth in order to shift me for another deep thrust.
I was on top, but there was no mistake that Flint was absolutely fucking me—using his upper body to do the work his legs were incapable of.
“You have completely fucked with my head. I’m a goddamn mess, waiting for the day when you choose to leave again.”
Up.
Down.
“Ahhh,” I cried as he leaned forward, changing the angle. He wasn’t as deep anymore, but it was even better.
“Rock,” he demanded, kissing my neck.
I threw a hand up, gripping the back of his hair and used the bed as leverage to move against him. My legs were closed tight, and my clit was squeezed with each movement.
“I need to know if you’re planning to stay.”
“Flint,” I breathed.
“Just fucking tell me!” he yelled, starting a frantic rhythm inside me. His fingers were painfully biting into my hips and my shoulder with every thrust, but his cock was driving me toward the brink of release. “Answer the fucking question. Are you here to stay?”
“Yes!” I cried.
Planting himself to the hilt, he cursed while his cock jumped and twitched as he came.
Out of breath, he panted, “Say it again.”
“Yes. I’m staying.”