Page 93 of If It Can't Be Us

Fuck yes.

She doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I slowly meet her lips with a hunger that I can’t suppress, a craving that I can’t get enough of. I slant my mouth to hers, my tongue stroking inside it.

Her fingers weave into my hair, fists clenching, as she softly moans into my mouth.

It starts slow—our kisses tentative, like a spark fanning a flame. But the heat builds, a steady burn turning into something hotter, more demanding.

In a flash, it’s urgent and wild. I grip her hips, lifting her as her legs lock around me, our mouths colliding over and over, chasing the fire that’s caught us both.

I walk over to her supply table, pushing paint, brushes, and canvases out of the way as I set her ass on it.

Heat sears inside of me as her nails trace down my back, leaving a trail of tingling pleasure. She whimpers and moans, a chorus of carnal sounds that drive me wild.

One hand cups the back of her neck while I slide my other hand under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. I grope her boob and pinch her nipple, making her gasp.

She meets me with the same eagerness, sliding her hand over my pants to my cock, grasping it as she pulls me down closer. Something about sweat and dirty laundry is being sung in the background, and between the music and her touch, my need for her brews inside of me, ready to tear through us like a tornado.

My pulse is pounding so hard I can feel it in my veins, and my vision blurs, thoughts clouded by how fucking hard I am. Every bit of judgment and spatial awareness is lost to pure need, so without thinking, I shove everything aside, knocking whatever’s left to the floor. The crashing and banging only stoke the greedy desire between us. Her breath quickens as I clear the last bit. I need her naked, now. I tear her shirt off, tossing it aside with a roughness that matches the hunger between us. She leans back, and in one swift motion, I hook my fingers around her shorts and yank them off, leaving her bare on the cold table.

Her hands move to my waistband, desperately trying to pull my pants down.

I pull back, standing upright, simultaneously gripping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the table.

Lowering myself, I skim my mouth over her navel, placing kisses and licks as I move down between her legs. Splaying my hands on her thighs, I pin them down to worship her, sending a combination of light and needy flicks of my tongue to her clit, savoring each sensation. Her taste, her scent, everything about her makes it impossible to think clearly. She gasps and arches her back, her hands tangling in my hair as I relish every moment.

She thrashes on the table before me, a slur of curse words and my name being called out savagely, making this all the more intoxicating, and urging me on.

A new song comes on, something I’ve never heard before, but I keep teasing her, dipping my fingers inside her while maintaining the rhythm of my tongue as she squirms.

She climaxes, her back arching and her fingers gripping my hair. The sounds she makes resonate through me, sending waves of pleasure to my very core. She comes again before I move upward, ready to ravish her whole—one sweeping lick and kiss at a time.

As I move closer, she aggressively tugs at my pants and boxers, pulling them down. I step out of them, kicking them aside.

She pulls my tongue into her mouth, the faint taste of herself mixing with our shared desire, while my hands roam over her, feeling her nipples harden under my touch as she gets more turned on.

Her hands clutch my ass, then slide forward, wrapping around my shaft. She squeezes and strokes with a desperate urgency. “Fuck,” I groan into her ear.

She cradles my balls in her hand and whispers, “Fuck me, Leo,” and the demanding way she says it is almost enough to make me come right then and there.

She bites my shoulder blade. “God, Vivian,” I cry out, possessively taking her mouth into mine. I nip and suck on her bottom lip, and she meets my kisses with the same demanding force. My hand gets lost in her thick hair, and I tug gently, pulling her head back, exposing her neck. I scrape my teeth against her smooth skin, and she purrs, begging me to fuck her.

I yank her close, my arms encircling her tightly. Hoisting her by the ass, I press her against the nearest wall with a rough yet careful touch. I don’t have a condom on me, and I know it’s careless, but I cannot wait one more second. My legs quiver as I thrust inside her, andoh my God,it feels so good on my bare cock as my thirst for her deepens with urgency. She grips her thighs around me, squeezing my sides as she tightens around my cock. I propel myself into her, pressing deeply, banging her carefully up against the wall, over and over, losing track of time.

“God,” she cries out, her tongue urgently meeting mine. It becomes too much: the feel of my bare cock inside her, the heat of her pussy, the desperate pleas for me to fuck her. The scorching friction building inside me erupts. I pull out, gripping my cock as I stroke myself to completion. She plants soft kisses along my chest and shoulders, her fingers massaging my scalp. I groan loudly, releasing the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced onto her naked body.

I slowly lower her to the ground and rest my head against the wall, my entire body shaking. She smooths my cheek with her hand and turns my face toward her, bringing her mouth to mine. She kisses me long and deep.Bringing her other hand up, she cups my face, continuing to kiss me slowly. We thank each other the only way we know how right now, as words escape us, our breathing ragged and shallow. She rests the back of her head against the wall and shuts her eyes, her chest rising and falling with each gasp for breath.

I brush my thumb against her cheek, and she leans into the touch. A lump forms in my throat as I admire her beauty, realizing that I fucking love her with every ounce of my being, despite my efforts to prevent this. My stomach twists in knots as a dreaded fear sinks in.

Unable to voice it, afraid to make it real, I smile, kiss her forehead, and pull her close to me. She tenderly kisses my chest and then leans her ear against it, her damp hair sticking to the sweat formed on my skin. She squeezes tightly, and we catch our breath together, holding each other.God,I need her more than I’ve ever needed anyone.

Chapter 29

VIVIAN

Friday, May 31

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