Page 101 of You Were Never Not Mine

Maybe now finally, Tim will get the hint.

I lose myself in August’s hands. His mouth. The press of his cock against my drenched pussy. I want the boxer briefs off, desperate to feel skin on skin contact, and when I reach for the waistband, he pauses in his movements, pulling his mouth from mine to look at me.

“I didn’t bring a condom.”

Disappointment floods me. “I don’t have any.”

“Would your roommate have some?” He glances over at Elise’s bed.

“Maybe?” I shove at him a little and he rolls over on his side so I can get off the bed. I glance around, pushing my hair out of my face and trying to figure out where she’d keep them. She doesn’t have a nightstand since we use the mini fridge for one instead and I don’t want to go through her drawers. That’s such an invasion of privacy. “I don’t know.”

I turn to look at August, admiring the view for a moment despite the fact I’m standing in the middle of my room completely naked. He’s got the comforter bunched around his waist and I stare at the glory that is his sculpted chest. “Do you work out?” I blurt like an idiot, only faintly mortified thanks to the genuine smile that stretches across his face.

“Well…yeah. I don’t play any sports but I do go to the gym with Cyrus.”

“Is he your best friend?”

“One of my only friends.” The grin fades. “Why are we talking about Cyrus? Get your ass over here.”

He flips the comforter back and pats the mattress.

Hesitating, I remain standing in the middle of my room, both dying to go to him and reluctant to make this step. It feels like a commitment, and it also feels vaguely dangerous. He wants to have sex with me and I want to have sex with him, but we don’t have condoms and I’m not on any sort of birth control. This is risky.

There’s a small part of me that wants to turn him away but the bigger, greedier part of me wants to return to the bed with him and see what happens.

The greedy side wins and I climb into bed with him, letting him tuck me beneath him, his mouth finding mine yet again. The way he kisses me is like a drug, pulling me under, makingme lose all cohesive thought and I drown in him for a moment, only rising back to the surface when his fingers slide between my thighs, gently stroking me.

“Fucking so wet like always,” he mutters against my lips, a pleased grunt sounding from him when he slips two fingers inside me with ease. “And so tight. I’m dying to fuck your delicious little cunt, Sin.”

His words make me shiver. I love it when he uses the word cunt, which means I’m screwed up. I’m sure of it.

“Then do it.” My voice trembles the slightest bit at my invitation and I hope I don’t regret this choice.

He pulls away slightly to look into my eyes, his expression deadly serious. “Are you sure?”

I nod, trying to hide the fear that wants to sweep over me. I’m worried once we do it like this, we won’t be able to stop. It’ll feel too good, too right.

“I’ll pull out before I come.” He positions me beneath him, tugging me into place as he rises up on one hand, palm braced against my pillow as the other wraps around the base of his cock and he guides himself inside me. “Oh, fucking hell, you feel so good like this.”

Slowly he pushes in further and I close my eyes, bracing for it. Still stiff and a little sore from what we did over the weekend. My body accommodates him easily and when he’s buried to the hilt inside me, I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding, sending him even deeper.

“It’s going to be hard, keeping myself under control.” He says this like a warning to me and himself as he grits his teeth. “You’re so hot and tight.”

I readjust myself, wrapping my legs around his hips and sending him even deeper and that’s what does it. He begins to pump inside me, a steady in and out that has me moaning every time he nearly pulls out. The drag of his cock within my body,the pause before he plunges back inside is delicious. I rock against him, arching my hips, moving with him in a perfect rhythm that has the two of us breathing hard. Sweating. The slap of our bodies connecting fills the room and I hang on to him, moaning when he dips his head and puts his mouth on mine.

I lose all track of time when he kisses me like this. Fucks me like this. When he slips his hand between our bodies and touches my clit, I gasp, not realizing I was close until that very minute. He strokes and teases my clit, pressing little circles against it until I’m a whimpering, moaning mess, overcome with the orgasm that sweeps over me. He drives into me faster and faster, his fingers still working their magic and another gasp leaves me when his hand falls away from me and he pulls out with a groan.

The first splatter of semen hits my stomach and I open my eyes to find him jerking his cock with his fist, his eyes closed, every muscle in his body standing out in definition as he strains with his orgasm. More semen splashes onto my stomach and I watch him in complete fascination, my own body heaving with the aftereffects of what he did to me.

When he’s finished, he finally opens his eyes, blinking me into focus. I lie there like a content cat, stretching my body, the sensation of his semen running across my skin, but I don’t mind.

I kind of like it.

“I made a mess.” He stares at my stomach before lifting his gaze to mine. “I told you once that you made a mess and tried to kick you out of my room.”

“I remember.” I touch the warm, thick cum, tracing lazy circles across my skin with it. “You’re the worst.”

“You still think so?” He arches a brow.

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