Page 31 of Spider

“Fuck sweetheart, you need to cum for me,” Spider pants. My walls tighten and my legs clamp tighter around his waist as my orgasm begins to build. Spider groans deep in his chest. “Now. Fuck, cum for me,” he growls.

My orgasm erupts, every muscle in my body tensing as the pleasure ignites my body.

Spider continues to slam into me. “Fuck,” he groans as he climaxes, his hips now slow as he pumps his release inside me.

I try to catch my breath as Spider pulls out, and as he slowly lowers me to the floor, my legs shake slightly as the post-orgasmic bliss begins to wear off. It’s then that I realise what we’ve just done, and by the look on Spider’s face, so does he.

He turns and pulls up his jeans, doing them up before reaching for his T-shirt. I just stand there, not knowing what to say or do. “Was that him?” Spider asks.

“Huh?” I ask, confused.

“In the truck that followed us. Is that Dean?” he asks.

“Oh yeah, it was Dean.” I nod, remembering why we came to this house in the first place.

Spider nods as he pulls out his phone and peers through the blind, placing it to his ear. “Ghost, yeah we got followed by Dean,” he says. “No, we are at my house.” He pauses, listening to Ghost. “If you must know, I bought it a couple of months ago. I will text you the address,” he says before disconnecting.

“So, this is your house?” I ask, looking around.

“Yeah,” he answers.

I nod. “It’s nice,” I compliment. The atmosphere is awkward as I just stand to one side, avoiding looking at him. “Can I use your bathroom?” I ask.

“Sure. It’s upstairs and on your right,” he says.

I nod and make my way upstairs. Once in the bathroom, I shut and lock the door. “Shit,” I whisper to myself. I clean myself up before washing my hands and as I catch my reflection in the mirror, I see a hicky on my neck. When did he do that? I pull my hair over my shoulders to try and cover it before I make my way downstairs, wondering how I am going to approach the conversation that clearly needs to happen.

Walking into the living room, I see Spider stood there, staring out the window. “Um, I think maybe we should talk about what happened,” I suggest.

Spider doesn’t turn around. “Nothing to discuss. It was the adrenaline. It shouldn’t have happened,” he states coldly.

“Right, right. I’m glad we both agree on that.” I nod awkwardly, agreeing with him. “Maybe one more thing we should talk about,” I say, my gut swirling with anxiety.

He looks at me. “What?”

“We didn’t use anything,” I point out.

His jaw clenches. “You ain’t on birth control?”

I shake my head no. “No, I don’t like messing with my hormones,” I answer.

“Jesus, well if you are fucking pregnant, that might fuck up your hormones,” he snaps.

Feeling my temper rise, I snap back. “Don’t you put all the blame on me. You fucked me without a second thought.”

He shakes his head and scoffs. “You. Fuck! You…” he rants.

“Me what?!” I yell back.

He storms over to me, closing the distance, his face furious. “Not once in my entire fucking life have I ever not made sure my dick is wrapped up. Not fucking once,” he fumes.

“And how exactly is it my fault you forgot?!” I snap back.

“Because you fuck with my head!” he yells, tapping his temple. “You are always there fucking shit up. You piss me off, and you get under my fucking skin,” he seethes through gritted teeth.

“How is any of that my fault? What is it about me that distracts you so much that it causes your life so much fucking trouble?” I ask, crossing my arms.

“You! It’s just fucking all of you. Your eyes, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you feel shy or embarrassed...” He pauses, his gaze burning through mine. “Your scent, how youcook and feed everyone when no one expects it, the way you dress; more so, the way your body looks in those clothes,” he growls.

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