There was no denying it. “Yours.” I panted out, “It’s yours.”
He continued to drag the smooth head of him through my wet heat. His voice was curt, dark. “Never wanted anyone like you want me.” Another slap of his cock, and this time he caught my clit with his piercing. “Isn’t that right, angel?”
As my clit pulsed, I let free a long moan, and when he tugged on the belt in warning, my pussy clamped. “Yes,” I breathed. “You were right.”
You were right, you asshole, and sometimes I hate you for it.
The room reverberated with his smug chuckle, and slowly, he pushed into my needy hole. The head of him slid into me, and as I felt the ball of his piercing drag along my inner flesh, a light gasp left me and my eyes fluttered closed.
That was when he spoke. “See?” he uttered meaningfully, driving farther into me. “Made for each other.”
He didn’t stop until I was fully impaled on his throbbing shaft. Or maybe it was me who was throbbing, I didn’t actually know. What I did know was that he needed to move.
Like, now.
I was full. Stuffed. I’d forgotten just how thick he was. My pussy felt like it was on fire as his steel heat filled me. I was overloaded in the best way possible. My entire body was tingling at the feeling.
And Twitch grunted, “How the fuck are you still so tight?” He pulled back then thrust into me again almost angrily. “Fuck.”
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. “Ce—” I tried to get the word out. Licking my lips, I tried again. “Cesarean.”
Yep. That would do it. I hope he understood because I couldn’t think right now, let alone talk about it.
He started slow, pushing into me, and from the way he muttered, “Yes. So beautiful,” I knew he was watching the show. When I elevated my ass that little bit more to heighten the pleasure on both ends, that small move pulled a groan from Twitch the exact moment a low moan escaped me.
It was ecstasy.
Pure sexual napalm.
Volatile. Explosive.
I felt the second he released the belt. How? Because its length fell down my side, but when he tangled his hand in my hair and pulled lightly, my core clenched. He pulled firmly, forcing me to follow, and then I was up in a kneeling position, my back arched almost painfully as Twitch wrapped his free hand around my throat while continuing his slow thrust assault. I panted with every lunge, and when Twitch put his mouth to the corner of my lips, kissing me deeply at the cheek, I almost came.
And he felt it.
Releasing my neck, he gripped my chin lightly, and growled, “Do not come.”
And then I did something dumb. Super dumb. I poked my tongue out and licked his fingers.
I felt the stutter in his thrust as he took in a deep breath.
I did it again, and he grunted into my ear. “If you don’t want me to make a deposit, you need to stop.”
But I couldn’t stop. I needed him. All of him.
When my tongue came out a third time with his face close to mine, he watched me, and when I least expected it, he gripped my chin hard and offered me two fingers.
Oh my God.
Hallelujah!
I pulled them into my mouth, sucking desperately, and Twitch stopped breathing a moment, his hips jerking into me spasmodically.
He released my hair so suddenly I almost lunged forward, but thankfully, he held me up, and when I was stable, his hand slid down between my legs. Unexpectedly, he pinched my clit, and I cried out around his fingers. The long length of the belt came to rest between my cleavage. He slowed his thrusts and he did it again, lightly slapping my pussy between pinches. Time slowed and my body went lax as the familiar prickles lined my entire back. My eyes closed as colored lights danced behind my closed lids, and I moaned when Twitch asked, “You gonna come on my cock, angel?”
I tried to nod but couldn’t. All of my energy was going into my orgasm.
The moment my slick core tightened around his shaft, he let out a grunt and pressed his face into my neck. “Fuck. Come for me, baby.” My breathing shook as the first contraction took me, and when Twitch uttered through gritted teeth, “Yeah. Just like that. Milk me,” I was lost.
I fell to pieces, and as my body spasmed uncontrollably, I never wanted to be put back together again.
Not now. Not ever.
Twitch released me and I fell forward onto the bed, panting and weak from my release. He gripped my hips tight enough to bruise and pulled me back into his violent thrusts. Biting my lip, I gripped the covers and moaned as he panted, the sounds of our bodies coming together reverberating off the walls.
And then, with a low growl, Twitch held me into his body harshly as he came down, covering my back with his front and holding me close, and he gently rocked into me.
I felt it.
His throbbing cock. The wet warmth inside me.
I felt his release. And the intensity of it was simultaneously frightening yet heavenly. Amazing.
His low groan filled the room, and as he panted into my ear, I felt him still inside me. I was consoled by the feeling of being surrounded by him, by the feeling of being filled with him. I was comforted by his mere presence. This man would never truly understand how much he meant to me, and that simple fact broke my heart as quickly as I thought it might have began to heal.
Twitch surprised me, as he often did. When he pulled out of me, I felt our combined releases run down my legs. A split second later, he fell to the bed on his back and pulled me down on top of him, taking his now softening dick and fitting it back inside me, and I liked that on an insane level. I guess we both needed the closeness.
With my head on his chest and my finger gently running over his flat nipple, the question vibrated throughout me as he ran his hands gently down my back to settle on my ass. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I lied.
And he chuckled quietly. “No you’re not.”
No, I wasn’t.
I blinked away tears. There were so many things I wanted to say, to ask.
I missed you.
Where were you? I needed you.
How dare you come back after all this time and make me love you again, you cruel bastard?
I don’t need you anymore, you asshole. I spent five years without you. I could go an eternity.
But mainly,
Don’t ever leave me again. I need you more than I need to breathe.
I was confused, and when I rested my chin on his chest, I found him looking at me. A single tear trailed my cheek, as I uttered a grim, “You need to leave.”
But his eyes held mine. “What did I tell you?” He ran a hand over my now-messy hair in a sweet, loving gesture, looked me deep in the eye, then swore, “I am never leaving you again.”
And the way he said it, sincere and so full of conviction, I believed him.
I believed him.
Chapter
TwentyOne
Lexi
Knocking on the door woke me, and when it persisted, I blinked sleepily into the morning sun. That was when his arms tightened around me.
“Tell ‘em to fuck off, Lex.”
Oh, shit.
My eyes snapped open and I blinked down at the beautiful man in my bed. I sat up quickly. “Oh, shit!”
At that, he squinted at me, rapidly blinking away his drowsiness. “What?”
I was panicking. “I thought I told you to leave!”
His eyes snapped open at that and his brows knitted. “And I told you I wasn’t going anywhere.”
The knocking continued and I scrambled out of bed. “You need to go. Like, now.” I went to the window and opened it, hoping he’d get the hint. “Please, Twitch. Just go.”
“What’s the problem here?” He lazed in my bed, putting his arm behind him, using it as a pillow.
Ugh. It was disturbing how great he looked in the mornings.
More knocking, and I poked my head out into the hallway and called out, “Just a minute! Coming!” before turning back to my ex, and hissing, “I do not want A.J. to find you here, in my bed.”
But a sleepy Twitch grunted. “So what? He knows I love you. I’ve told him a hundred times.”
Aw. My heart.