Page 53 of Samhain

He shook his head, tsked, and moved so our broad chests touched all the way down to our pelvises. His cock pressed next to mine, half erect, begging for someone to pay it attention.

“You’re here.” Disapproval dripped from every word. “Is that supposed to satisfy me? Two years, Chicago. Two years. You don’t call. You don’t write.”

I cleared my throat. “We’ve already established that I tried?—”

“Yes, but you’re the one that promised me. You should have tried harder.” He leaned in so his bright teeth snarled inches from my face. “You left me hanging for a long, long time. Instead, I have to watch you dry hump some B-rate actress on premium cable.”

I twisted my lips into a smirk.

“Don’t you dare laugh at me.” Heat radiated off him in thick, suffocating waves.

Good Lord. It reminded me of the first time, when he’d looked up at me from between my legs before stuffing my cock down his throat. Or that time in the woods, when I told him I could have him any time I wanted, and he’d fucked me to prove my point.

“How was it?” he snarled. “When you fucked my princess like you had any right?”

I snapped my gaze to his.

Maybe this is getting too personal?

But if he wanted to play rough, fine. I could swing it.

“Fucking fantastic,” I said. “She sucks amazing cock. You show her that, or did she learn it on her own?”

He licked his lips, trying not to break character. “And what about my fiancée? You enjoy her last night?”

“No.” I steeled my gaze and gritted my teeth. “You don’t get to claim Ivy. You didn’t want her until I had her, and even then, you treated each other like shit. She’s mine, and she always will be.”

He squared his jaw, now so close, I was breathing his exhales.

“And what about me, Chicago?” he murmured. “Am I yours? Will I always be yours?”

“You were mine first, DC,” I said. “Nothing can change that.”

We didn’t kiss so much as crash like two meteors that had been swinging around each other since the dawn of time. His lips were demanding, and he forced his tongue inside my mouth, claiming me, seeking all the attention I’d denied him for nearly two years.

God, how I wanted him. How I’d always want him. This eagerness. This urgency. Like we couldn’t contain it if we tried.

Done with pretense, I dropped to my knees in front of him and clawed at his shorts, freeing his cock and sucking the tip into my mouth. His velvet skin was exactly as I remembered and tasted even better for the absence. I worked him the way I knew how, swallowing him down and moaning when he dug his nails into my head, twisting my hair, guiding me to his own pleasure.

Lex and I could be harsh with each other in a way we couldn’t with the girls, so when he yanked my head back by my hair, it nearly brought tears to my eyes. I hissed in a breath and grimaced, but looked up at him to await his next demand.

“That’s right, Chicago.” He leaned down so he could claim my mouth again. “And you’re mine.”

I’d just pushed my body to the limit with an hour and a half workout. My legs trembled, my arms shook, and I needed something to eat before I crashed. But when he brought me to the ground so he could flip me over and yank down my shorts, I did nothing to protest. The waistband dug into the middle of my thighs while I held myself on all fours, my shoulders screaming, my quads burning.

The cap of the lube popped open before the cool liquid hit my ass and slid down to my balls, making me snicker.

“What are you laughing at?” He slapped my ass with one hand and played with my entrance.

“You have random bottles of lube lying around?”

“No, Chicago.” One finger probed inside, testing me, and I groaned before almost falling over. “I came down here to fuck you.” He pulled out and eased two fingers in this time. The fronts of his thighs hit the back of mine, and I ducked my head down between my arms, the fulfilling sensation too fucking much. He wrapped his other hand around me to grab my cock, stroking me as precum leaked out of the tip. “I brought lube because I’m a fucking gentleman.”

I laughed at the audacity that he assumed he’d get to fuck me again. To be fair, I’d wilted with barely any argument.

I hadn’t been screwed since the last time with Lex, and now that I was prone and exposed to him, I thought I might blow my load in seconds. I suspected, even if I did, Lex would keep pumping into me until he’d had his fun.

He leaned over my back, bringing his teeth to my ear so he could nip at the curve. A shiver erupted down that side of my body, making my skin prickle, and I couldn’t hide my shaking then.

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