Page 35 of Trip Through Your Wires

“I…am,” I stammer. “Just…shut up and…give me a second.”

He arches his brow, and when I match it with my own, he slides a hand between us. “Here,” he leans in and kisses my neck. “This should make you feel better.”

He’s right. It does. As he strokes my clit and sucks the pulse point in my neck, my arousal builds, spreading warmth across my lower back. Easing in and out of me slowly, my arousal builds, and when he can thrust into me more freely, picks up the pace.

“Yes,” he moans with approval when I let go of his shoulders and move my hands to his biceps, matching his rhythm. “Just like that.”

He falls back, and I take him slow and deep; every hips, meeting my own. Every inch of my body feels alive and I want more. I want to feel him in my very core.

Reaching behind me, I grab his thighs and lean back, flicking my hips in a way that makes him moan. “Jesus,” he puffs out while grabbing both of my breasts. “Just like that, Sparky. Don’t stop.”

I move one hand to his chest, and shift the other to his thigh, working my hips like I am a rider on the Pony Express, as he massages my tits.

My breathing picks up and I dip my head back—heart pounding so hard I feel it in my neck—and when he sits up and kisses me once more, I think he’s close to coming. But surprisingly, he wraps one arm around my lower back and spins me around, laying me down on my back.

Settling between my legs, he pushes them up and holding the backs of my thighs with his forearms, plunges into me again, fucking me harder and deeper, working up a sweat that coats his chest and mine.

The sound of our skin slapping echoes along the walls as he slams into me, and when his breathing grows ragged and every muscle in his body tightens, he slams into me harder and deeper than all the others, and groans.

As his dick twitches and pulses inside me, I feel my own climax tear through me. Reaching between my legs, he strokes my clit and draws it out, while moving his hips in small circular motions, doing the same with his own.

As our breathing slows, and heartbeats return to a more normal pace, he pulls out and rolls onto his back. He lays there for a moment, one hand over his head, then sits up and removes the condom. Tying it off, he reaches over and tosses it into the trash can on the side of the bed, then grabs his remote from the nightstand and turns on the stereo.

The gentle plucking of a guitar fills the room and a strange ache surfaces in my chest. “Nothing Else Matters,” one of his favorites.

“Why do you like this song so much?” I ask when he drops the remote on the nightstand and lays back on the bed.

He reaches for the sheet and drapes it over his body.With his sculpted chest on full display, he looks not like the puppy I’ve always likened him to, but a wolf. A ripped, confident one that knows he’s just fucked me in a way I’d never been fucked before.

“Listen to the lyrics,” he looks over. “It needs no explanation.”

I’ve already heard this song hundreds of times before. It’s a good ballad. Strong bass, decent drums. But I can’t find a meaning beyond the obvious.

As the song builds I look to the window above the bed. The light outside is changing, meaning the dead of night is behind us, and morning on its way. Knowing I should get back to my room, I lean over the side of the bed and grab my clothes.

“Where are you going?” he sits up.

“Back to my room.”

“Why?”

I slide my tank overhead, then get up from the bed and step into my shorts. “You know why.”

“So that’s it?” He throws the sheet off him and comes around to where I’m standing. “You’re just going to go back upstairs?”

Ignoring the buzz in my chest, I force a casualness that I’m not feeling. “Let’s not pretend we’re something we aren’t.”

He takes a step toward me, every inch of his bulging frame on full display. “And what aren’t we, Sparky?”

“We aren’t like them.” I shake my head. “We never will be.”

“Well good,” he reaches for me. “I don’t want to be like them. I want to be us.”

“There is no us.”

He pulls me into his chest and holds me close. “There could be, if you let it.”

He breathes me in, holding me closer than any person ever has, and a lump forms in my throat. In another life, maybe we could have been something. But in this one, we’re destined to be what we are—two people from different worlds, who once fooled around, but are now nothing more.

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