Page 49 of Those Heartbreak Scars

A little moan accompanied by her squeezing me makes my eyes roll back. I let self-control dwindle, fucking her hard and fast until those moans are orgasmic screams and my climax overtakes me.

My cock loses some of its rigidity, but not enough for me to stop fucking her, though I gentle my movements. If we had a toy I would use it on her while I wait to be ready to go again, but since we don’t I reach around and play with her clit while I push my cum deeper inside her with each roll of my hips.

“What are you doing, Gray?” She moans, turning her head for my kiss. “You came. I came.”

“And we’ll both come again. Until this pussy can’t hold another drop. Or you tell me to stop.” I angle my hips to hit better.

“Don’t… stop.”

“Not going to.” Harsh breaths act as punctuation. “I just need a couple minutes. Before I’ll be ready.”

“God, you really are dirty.” She whimpers.

I scoop up some of her braids in my fist and hold onto them as the blood begins to pound back into my dick. A few minutes later her cheeks are clapping against my hips as I drive us both toward the brink of one more orgasm.

A blinding, toe cramping climax builds in my balls and the base of my cock. The ripple of her pussy around me sets me off like a bottle rocket. I pump her full of hot jets of my cum.

Lightheaded and slightly unbalanced, I ease out of her. She brims over with my cum. I push it back inside with two fingers.“You look so fucking sexy like this. Overflowing with my cum. Filthy.”

Perfect. A sight I could never get used to because she is so beautiful, but a sight I want to see over and over again. Another drop seeps out and I roll my finger through it and spread it all the way to her asshole.

She pushes back at me when I massage that spot. I’ll fill that at some point too.

I thought I had it all with Indy. I thought she was my forever. But she never made my chest swell quite like this. “Crawl into bed, Rica. I’ll get something to clean you up with.”

“Just come to bed,” she says before crawling over the mattress and under the covers. “I want to be filthy with you all night long. Especially if… will you hold me?”

“I’ll hold you.” Of course I will. I would do just about anything she asked me to.

I walk around the bed and climb in next to her. Turning off the light, I pull her back to my chest and slip my hand between her legs where I tuck two fingers back inside her.

“Is that some kind of plug? Are you plugging me with your fingers, Gray? You want to keep me all filled up?”

“I want to keep you…” I let the words derail while the thought spins out in my head. I want to keep her in my bed. I want to keep her as my friend. I want to see where this thing between us goes. How would that even work? I nuzzle my lips to her neck. “I want to keep you so fucking needy, I can take you whenever I want.”

“Like you even have to try.” She wriggles deeper into my big spoon as her breath starts to stretch out. “I’ve wanted you since I was fourteen.”

She falls asleep with my fingers plugging her pussy. And I lie there terrified to doze off. The last time I fell asleep next to her EJ woke me up, and I spent the next couple of months with her angry at me.

But it’s not EJ that bothers me. He’s at home, far away from this thing he would call a bad decision. And it isn’t because I could make America mad all over again. Though I prefer it when she likes me.

It’s that I’ll wake up thinking Indy is in my bed again. That for a moment I’ll trick myself so hard it will hurt that much more to come out of it and see America beside me.

America who—whether she meant to or not—just admitted she’s wanted me since she was fourteen. Who probably wants more of me than I have to give. And who I would never want to cause pain.

I lie there for a long time with these thoughts going around and around in my head while America sleeps peacefully in my arms. Until my shoulder goes numb, and I can’t bear the stillness anymore.

I carefully slide my hand from between her legs before slipping out from under the covers.

“Gray?” she mumbles. Her voice is groggy and thick.

“Go back to sleep.” I press my lips to her temple.

She burrows into the pillow as I pick up my pants and pull them on. Leaving them unbuttoned, I scrub a hand through my hair as I leave the bedroom. There’s a small table near the glass windows that lead out to a balcony, and I settle there with the view of the city lights while I boot up my laptop.

It’s much earlier in the States, though the office closed a couple of hours ago. EJ called a while ago. When I was gettingthe drinks at the bar. I’d shut my phone off then, but I turn it on and hover my thumb over his number.

It used to be that we were like brothers, and while I wouldn’t talk to him about intimate parts of my life, considering our entire adult life that intimacy was shared with his sister, I’d have called him to shoot the shit while working through it in the background.

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