Page 37 of Rectify

I groan the second she slides over my cock. Slipping my hands under her shirt, I hold her waist as she grinds on me.

I glide my lips over her jaw and down her neck. She threads her fingers through my hair, holding my head to her skin. I couldn’t separate my mouth from her, even if I wanted to.

My hands rise up her torso, cupping her breasts. I give them a quick squeeze before biting them through her clothes, and she whimpers.

“Are you going to let me get my mouth on them for real?” I ask her.

She rocks against me, and I take it as my answer. My hands continue to explore the curves of her body before hooking my fingers into the waistband of her leggings.

I need more of her. More touch. More taste. More everything.

I slip inside her panties, two fingers sliding down to her wet slit. She spreads kisses along my neck. Sucking, licking, biting, as I begin to circle her clit.

“Can I make you come, Pretty Girl?”

“Please,” she whispers hoarsely in my ear.

“Look at me,” I order.

Complying, she untangles herself off me and meets my gaze. Not a stitch of clothing has left her body, yet when I look into her maple syrup coloured eyes, I see nothing but naked desire.

I dip one finger inside her and watch her face enjoy the intrusion.

She expels a loud “fuck” when I add another digit and slowly thrust them in and out of her tight heat.

“I want to see every part of you as you fall over the edge for me.”

My free hand grips her neck before weaving my fingers to the back of her head. I tug on her hair ‘til the length of her throat is on display. The rest of her body bends, the rainbow after my storm.

Her body is at my mercy, and my cock strains against my pants at the sight. My body is in agony, as I fuck her with my fingers imagining it’s my dick.

“Don't stop,” she cries. “I’m right there.”

Gripping my forearms, she moans and whimpers as I find her special spot. Rubbing her clit with my thumb is the icing on the cake, and I feel her beginning to tighten around me as the pressure builds within her.

“Fuck.” I growl into the empty house, as her blissed-out body detonates before me.

Erratic breathing fills the space as she comes down from her high. I loosen the tight hold I have on her and watch her unfurl herself off me.

The distance comes the second we’re no longer touching. Unable to look at me, the mood shifts and the heat between us evaporates instantly.

Not sure what to do with her own thoughts she runs from me. Taking away the confident, seductive vixen she was, she leaves me standing there in the middle of her house, with nothing but a reminder that she's always going to be fragile.

Splintered. Fractured. Cracked.

All I want to do is fix her, but after tonight I realise, all I’ll ever know how to do is break her.

10

Sasha

Irush toward my bedroom, leaving him, and whatever it is that just happened between us, behind me. It’s supposed to feel wrong, but nothing about it did, and that’s a pill I don’t even want to try and swallow.

I use all my strength to stop the tears of confusion from spilling, just a few more steps and I’ll be out of his sight.

Disappearing into my bedroom, I head to my ensuite for added distance. As the door clicks, my legs weaken and my body slides down until I land on my arse with a thud. The thick wood holds my body, as I sink into a puddle of panic.

Not only is Jay Evans alone in my living room, but his big, masculine hands were all over my body.Inmy body. His mouth, his tongue, every skilled part of him bringing me to orgasm.

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