Page 203 of Goodbye Note

“Are you sure you can handle it?” He got a curl to his lips that sent a spark into my chest.

“I’m sure.”

Arik grabbed me then, hauling me off the counter, hands on my ass to carry me toward the back. “You better have a fucking bedroom back here instead of a lounge.”

I tightened my legs around him, caught off guard. “When the fuck did you get so?—”

“I told you, I stopped covering my rough edges.” Arik slammed me into the door, using the opportunity to grind his hips into my ass while he reached for the handle.

I arched into him as the door gave and he stumbled into the room, but he didn’t go for the king-sized bed. Instead, he pinned me to the wall again. “You better have condoms.”

I kissed him instead of answering, reverting to the thing we were always best at. Breaking only long enough to pull up his shirt and yank it over his head, worried not having condoms would detour him.

He slid his hand into mine, locking it over my head. The message was clear: He was in control. His lips burned across my throat. That didn’t stop me. I reached between us, getting at his belt.

He grabbed my wrist, lifting his head to look into my eyes. “You don’t have condoms.”

“So what? We’re going to come in our pants? I don’t care.” I fought his hold.

“Do you know how impossible it is to say no to you?”

I put my mouth over his. “I need you inside me.”

Arik made a frustrated sound in his throat, chest heaving. It gave me the time I needed to open his button, to find his cock almost bursting out of his pants. I lowered his zipper, freeing his hard-on, and not wasting a second, I wrapped my palm around it.

His head dropped to my shoulder, watching as I stroked. “Fuck. No one feels right but you.”

I smiled even though it hurt. I wish no one else had ever touched him. He was mine. “Take me to bed. I need you inside me.”

He rocked his hips, fucking himself into my hand. I almost thought he was going to resist before he dragged me off the wall and threw me on the bed.

I ripped off my shirt and got my pants open before he was on me. He grabbed my arms, pinning them as he pushed his knees into my armpits, straddling my chest. His jeans were only low enough to have his cock out.

I picked up my head to swipe my tongue over his tip.

He closed his eyes for a second, hissing.

I opened my mouth, presenting my tongue when he looked at me again. His hips surged forward, letting me take him into my mouth. I closed my lips around him, sucking, trying to control the pace, but he kept me pinned. He fed me an inch at a time, back and forth maddeningly slow.

“This is torture.” And I knew he got off on it.

“You keep rushing. I don’t want to rush. I want to take my time.” He switched his grip, getting both my wrists in one hand while his other grabbed his girth to rub his tip over my lips. “I love how you look with my cock in your mouth.”

“I look even better with you buried in my ass.”

His lip curled in a growl. “You don’t have condoms, so this is all you get.”

I whined, bucking my hips into nothing but needing the little friction the movement provided of my dick against my jeans.

“So impatient.”

“Do you blame me? It’s been way too long.” I pulled against the hold, against the slow, against anything that kept him from me fully.

“I like it.” He shoved himself further into my mouth before I could respond.

I circled my tongue around him, tracing his veins, welcoming every inch. The backs of his knuckles brushed my throat, and I swallowed around him.

He edged us with this push and pull until I was ready to burst. Urgency coiled in my body; I was like a rubber band ready to snap.

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