The bed dipped on either side of me as he straddled me and worked open a condom.
Nights like this were perfect. He came in, desperate to fuck. There was some cursory foreplay, but what he wanted was to ram himself into me until he came. Tonight had been slightly different. But it was all good. I wanted everything.
I slid my hands toward the headboard as he raised my hips and pressed my chest to the bed. I loved that he took exactly what he wanted from my body and that was exactly what I needed.
He possessed me, and I let him.
He nudged at my entrance and I took a big breath.
He let out a groan as he pushed deeper.
It always felt so primal like this.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked. “You like me telling you where to lie. How to offer yourself to me. I decide how we fuck and you love it.”
I moaned into the mattress.
Yes. I couldn’t get enough. I’d never had so much sex in my life, never spent the day feeling the aftereffects of fingers, teeth and cock, my only regret that I couldn’t have more than the memory.
I’d always enjoyed sex but I’d never yearned for it. Never physically craved a man as I did Matt. And it was exactly because there was no pressure on me. He took what he wanted and knew what I needed.
He slammed deeper and deeper and I tried to keep my orgasm at bay. I wanted to be stronger than I was, for him to have to fight for my orgasm, but as soon as he touched me, I was always seconds away from my climax. I screwed up my fists and tried to block out the drag of his dick, his hot breath on my neck as he told me how many times he was going to make me come.
My climax rumbled like distant thunder. “You wanna come again, Lana?”
I nodded.
“You always want to come as soon as you get my dick.”
I’d hate him for being so arrogant if it wasn’t entirely true.
I spread my fingers wide and let my orgasm ripple across my body as Matt continued to thrust into me. He liked to fuck me through my climax. In the rare event that I didn’t have another one soon after, he’d double down until he had me coming for a second or third time.
Tonight, the third one was beginning to build even though the second was still a series of aftershocks. He pulled us to our sides and wrapped his arms around me, never losing his rhythm. He reached for my nipple, pinching and rolling it between his finger and thumb, injecting a fresh shot of pleasure directly between my legs.
His other hand went to my lower belly and brought me closer, thrusting deeper. I called out, desperate for some respite. But I needed it harder and deeper.
“Feel this, Lana? I knew the first moment I saw you, soaked to your skin, screaming at me, that this was what you needed. My cock, driving deeper into you, my fingers pinching your nipples. You screamed out how bad you needed to be fucked this hard.”
The rest of his words blurred into my climax as it ripped through me and I could tell by his sharp thrusts that he was coming with me. “Lana,” was the only sound I heard through the pounding of the blood in my ears.
“You smell like the ocean,” he whispered on an exhale as our bodies continued to pulse and quiver.
I reached back to cup his jaw. “You smell of determination. Something got into you tonight.” We’d had sex every day since our trip up the coast, but something had shifted in the way he’d touched me tonight.
I turned to face him and he grinned, and I shook my head. “I can see that joke forming in your brain. You know what I mean. You got something on your mind?”
“I got my schedule for my first week back in LA.”
My stomach flipped. Next week was his last on set and then he was going back to California. He’d never pretended that he might stay, but I would miss him. I’d gotten used to having him in my bed every night.
“You have a schedule sent to you? You don’t just, I don’t know, wake up and get on with your day?”
He rearranged us on the bed so we were facing each other and pulled up a sheet. “No, because the press tour for the movie Audrey and I did starts almost immediately. I also have a couple of interviews and meetings with directors and stuff. There’s a lot more to the job than just filming.”
I nodded and placed my hands between my face and the pillow.
“Will you come out and visit me?” he asked, taking a strand of my hair and pushing it behind my ear.
“In LA?” We’d never talked about what happened after he left Worthington. Things had started off so casually between us, and it was always so clear that we only had limited time together. I didn’t have any answers, but I wasn’t sorry that he’d brought it up. I wanted to see inside his brain.
“Yeah, in LA.” His fingers smoothed over my waist.
Where did he see this going? There’d been plenty of times over the last few weeks that I’d wanted to stretch out time so he’d be in Worthington longer, but it had never occurred to me that once he’d left we could see each other again. Not until tonight.
“I’m not a city girl—you know that. I have the shop here. My life is here. What would I even do in LA? You can’t risk being discovered with another woman, and I don’t want any attention—”
“I’m not sure if you’re really concerned about any of these things, or if you just don’t want to see me.”
“I’m really concerned about all those things.” Mostly, I was worried about being seen with him. I didn’t want that sort of attention for either one of us. “You know I don’t want people taking my picture, or knowing my business.”
He pulled me toward him, so we were touching. “You’ve never thought how you’ll miss how I can make you feel?”
“You’re trying to distract me.” I smacked him on the chest.
He chuckled, pulling my hand to his mouth and kissing it. “Just reminding you what you’ll be missing. And I can sneak you in. No one will ever know you’re staying with me. We can stay in bed the whole time.”
I trailed my fingers from his collarbone over his chest. Was that possible? To go unseen to the house of a Hollywood heartthrob? “Surely there are plenty of women very happy to spend all day in bed with you in LA?”
He drew in a breath. “Look, I’m just kidding about staying in bed all day.” He paused. “I think. I like hanging out with you, but I’m leaving soon. And I don’t want to stop hanging out. I’m just suggesting we have some more time together. No pressure.”
“And you think we could do it without the press finding out?” I focused on his eyes, trying to determine if there was reticence behind them.
None.
He brought my leg across his hip, snaking his hand up the back of my thigh. “Yeah. I have high fences.”