Page 73 of On the Line

Pulling her up, her back leans into my chest. One of my hands finds her neck again while the other travels down to her clit. “You feel …” she sounds breathless. “Fucking amazing.”

My hips slap hard against her ass, the rain still pouring down in sheets, cloaking us inside our own little bubble. I can tell I won’t last much longer. Not when her cunt keeps gripping me like a vice, her quick, short moans fraying my concentration with the perfect sexual melody.

Taking my hand away from her clit, I push her back down and slide my thumb beside my cock inside her tight cunt. Her little mewl at the intrusion has my balls tightening. Sliding it in and out, I gather some of her arousal and then take my thumb and gently push it into her ass. Holding her in place with my fingers splayed over her backbone, I make circles with my thumb while fucking her even harder than before.

“Oh my god …” she moans, her hands reach back, trying to grasp at me as if needing to touch me. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she repeats, “Please don’t stop.”

I wouldn’t stop with a gun pointed to my head.

Not if it means I can come inside her. Not if it means I can stay buried deep.

Her body seizes and I fight against her squeezing my cock as she comes. I pound into her, my vision turning black as I chase my orgasm, pumping my cum deep into her well-fucked pussy.

I can almost hear the angels sing.

I don’t believe there’s a word for what I just experienced.

Letting us drop onto the hood, I bracket her with my arms, both of us catching our breaths.

After what feels like an eternity, but is most likely only a few seconds, I push myself up and slide out of her. I watch as a trickle of cum drips out of her cunt and before tugging her shorts back up, I gather it with two fingers and push it back inside, a small moan drifting from her lips as I do so.

While the rain still pelts our skin, I shove myself back into my jeans and pull her up away from the hood. Turning her around, I wrap my arms around her. She hums in delight as I kiss her one last time.

“Come on, let’s go get dried off.”

29

JAMES

We’re both shivering by the time we get upstairs. Ozzy leaves his soggy Converse and wet socks by the door. Leading him down the hallway, I hold a finger to my lips telling him to stay quiet, a silent reminder not to wake up my roommate.

In my bedroom, I start to pull my top off but Ozzy crowds me, wrapping his hands around mine as a way to stop my movement.

“Let me,” he murmurs.

I feel shy, unsure why this moment feels a lot more intimate than what we just did downstairs. Slowly, I raise my arms as I study his face.

Now out of the pouring rain, I notice the hints of exhaustion in the dark circles under his eyes. There’s something I can’t quite place in his gaze.

All I know is that it hurts when his eyes reflect it back to me.

Delicately, he peels my wet shirt off my waist, mybreasts, and then over my head. While still holding my top in his hand, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a kiss, my hands snaking into his wet curls. I hear my shirt fall with a splat on the floor behind me as Ozzy deepens the kiss, flattening his hands near my shoulder blades, his body curling around me.

Before we get caught up in the feeling again, I gently push him away.

“My turn,” I whisper.

He quirks a smile, raising his arms. There’s melancholy in the curve of his lip. It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask what’s wrong. But I convince myself not to say anything, feeling like I’m probing a much too personal subject. But seeing him like this … I’m now regretting that I told him we should keep our problems to ourselves. Deep down, I meant mine. Not his.

While his arms are still up, I reach up and press a kiss to his cheek, then the other, then his nose, and by the time I kiss his chin we’re both giggling. Finally, I slip his shirt up and over his head. When it hits the floor, he hooks his thumbs into my shorts and pulls them down along with my panties. While I step out of them, I unbuckle his belt and jeans, pushing them down his thighs with his boxers.

Then we’re naked.

Standing in front of each other.

We both stare as if we’ve never seen each other like this.

As if our vulnerability was stripped away with the wet clothes.

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