Page 47 of Piston

His eyes cloud over, and I brace myself as he utters through gritted teeth, “So this house, your rent, your bills, food, car, phone….”

Shit. “I pay for it myself,” I answer him.

He nods but doesn’t look pleased before he steps back, his body heat leaving me, making me cold. He grabs his phone off the counter, pressing the ON button. I suck in a breath at the sight of a picture of us at a frat party. It’s his screensaver, and the picture I have on my shelf. He unlocks his phone, but he ignores my reaction, and puts his phone to his ear, his gaze connecting with mine.

“Marcus, do me a favor and go to the grocery store and buy enough food to last at least two weeks.” My eyes widen as he listens to whatever Marcus says, then replies, “Yeah, the main things are meats, milk, bread, you name it. I need to fill my wife’s cupboards and fridge.”

Son of a?—

“Piston!” I snap, and I run toward him.

He grins and runs toward the living area, saying, "Yeah, I want it all first thing tomorrow morning. Bulldozer has the address.”

I don’t flipping think so!

I tackle Piston, causing us to tumble over the back of the couch.

I squeal in shock while he grunts, his arms instinctively going around my body, and we fall onto the couch, then roll onto the floor with athump, my body landing on top of his, making him groan.

I try to lift my arm so I can grab his phone, but he tightens his right arm around me, and I gasp. “I would say sorry, but you shouldn’t have done that.”

He lets out a shocked laugh, dropping his phone. I groan; the line has gone dead. I fall back on him, causing him to choke out a laugh again, and we make eye contact.

Smiling, he brings his hands up and cups my cheeks, his eyes shining as he mumbles, “My clumsy fucking Diamond,” before his lips press against mine.

My eyes close instantly, my body melting.

Piston’s arms hold me tightly as he pushes his tongue into my mouth, tangling with my own. I tilt my head and deepen thekiss, and he turns us so I’m on my back, and ever so gently, he grabs the edge of my shirt, and pulls it up.

When I don’t fight him, he breaks the kiss and lifts the shirt over my head, before bending down, and taking my peaked nipple into his mouth.

I gasp and arch my back as he bites down and sucks hard, before giving the other one the same attention. His hands hook the waistband of my shorts, lowering them down my legs. He moves back and removes them before laying his body over mine again.

I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling his hard member through his sweatpants as it presses against my bare core. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips to mine, kissing him hard.

He groans when I push my tongue inside his mouth, tasting him, and I feel his hands move between us. Suddenly, I feel the head of his member against my entrance.

I lift my hips, and he takes my cue, pushing into me with one hard thrust.

I gasp, breaking the kiss as I throw my head back in pleasure, and his lips go to my neck, sucking and biting as he pulls his hips back, then thrusts in hard and fast.

Already, I can feel my belly tighten, months without a proper orgasm hitting me.

“Oh God,” I moan as he hits my G-spot, and he drags his hands up my arms, unlinking them from behind his neck, then linking our fingers together. He presses them beside my head on the soft rug I’m suddenly glad I splurged on.

“Fuck, Diamond,” Piston grunts as I tighten around him, my orgasm closing in, then he presses his lips against mine again, his tongue instantly in my mouth, and I moan, sucking on it as I lift up to meet him, causing him to thrust harder.

My core tightens, my walls fluttering as my clit pulses. Wetness gushes between us, and I throw my head back and scream, the pleasure too much butoh so good.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Piston shouts as he slams forward and stills, filling me with his hot seed, keeping his hips against mine as his head goes into my sweaty neck.

My chest heaves as he grips my fingers, not letting me go.

I croak, “I think I need another shower,” making him snort.

My emotions are all over the place, my eyes blurring with tears.

It’s been so long since we connected this way, and my God, have I missed it…missed him. I know we should move apart and disconnect, but I just can’t. I love him; I love him so much my heart hurts.

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