Page 46 of Sing Your Heart Out

“Come in me,” she repeated. “Please, Smith, I need you to fuck me.” She pushed herself back along the bed and opened her legs to him. One of her hands pulled at a nipple while the other circled her clit.

“Say it again,” he demanded as he crawled toward her.

“Please fuck me,” she whispered into his ear.

He slid into her with ease and called out in surprise at how good she felt. Tight, wet, and warm.

Sarah dug her nails into his lower back to keep him deep inside her. “Slow,” she says. “I want to feel you.”

He started to fuck her, slow and controlled, while he kissed and sucked her neck.

“Stay,” she says suddenly as she pulled him as tight as she could against her. “Fuck, I’m coming again.”

He felt the waves of her orgasm squeeze against him. It was so intense she brought him along with her.

“Sarah,” he says. “Jesus, you’re going to make me come right now.”

“Come in me,” she panted through her waves of pleasure. “Please, I need it.”

He released himself into her with a cry, and Sarah yelled his name as another wave of orgasm hit her. Smith wasn’t sure if it was just their combined orgasms or if she’d squirted again, but he felt nothing but the heat of their juices.

“Oh my God,” she repeated over and over.

He felt the aftershock of orgasms roll through her, and each one squeezed out more of his come.

When we are done, we lie in a pile, sucking oxygen into our lungs.

The last time I felt just this way — exhausted, lovesick, and delirious with happiness and anxiety — was when I was with Alex, my ex. In the weeks before we broke up she needed sex constantly… and it reminds me a little of right now.

Sure, Sarah isn’t Alex. But she is pouring a ton of emotional energy into me right now, expecting it to be returned to her in the form of sex.

That trips me out. More than that, I’m getting flashbacks of Alex riding me, sneering as she eggs me on.

Make me come, Smith. You always were good at just one thing…

When Sarah rolls over and puts her hand on my chest, it feels very possessive. Like she’s claiming me, letting me know that I belong to her.

And in the back of my head, I hear Ex’s cruel laugh. Telling me to shut up, saying that my mouth is only good for one thing.

The toxic memory makes me shudder. I sit up, still pulling in big lungfuls of air.

There is a little something in the air just now, a taint that won’t go away. I stand up, needing to move around.

I feel so god damned smothered right now. There isn’t any other way to say it.

“Smith?” Sarah asks, sitting up. “What’s wrong?”

My mouth pulls down. Not a frown exactly, but a dour look takes over my face. “Nothing. I just need some space, Sarah.”

He eyebrows rise. “I’m sorry?”

I look at her, my face creasing. “I think I’m just going to go sleep in another room. You know, considering that the contest ends tomorrow.”

She pulls the sheet around herself and stands up. “Something is wrong. I can tell.”

I glance away. I can’t deal with any of this right now, whether that’s fair to Sarah or not.

So I just lie. “I don’t know,” I say. I grab my boxer briefs up off of the floor and put them on hastily.

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