Page 18 of Wet Paint

He growled and obliged, hips snapping into me with more force, the slap of skin on skin echoing through the studio. The table creaked beneath us. I wanted him deeper, wanted him everywhere, wanted to be ruined and rebuilt by this man.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he rasped in my ear, biting my earlobe. “I want you to come for me, Ivy. Can you do that?” His thumb on my clit never stopping its rhythm.

I nodded frantically, vision going white at the edges. “Yes, yes, don’t stop, please—” The orgasm hit like a wave, pulling me under. He kept moving, fucking me through it, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until I was twitching beneath him.

He stayed buried inside of me as for a while, leaning in to kiss me hard and deep, before he pulled out and moved me off the table.

“Turn around,” he demanded. “I need to see that ass bounce for me.”

His words never ceased to surprise me. He had such a dirty mouth, and I loved it.

He turned me around and bent me over the table, with one hand gripping the back of my neck while the other led his cock back into my pussy.

He thrusted into me harder this time, and I moaned louder, loving how he felt even better in this position. His grip on my neck tightened just enough to make me lose my mind, his other hand spread my cheeks as he watched himself disappearinto me over and over. “Look at you,” he said, voice gone jagged. “Goddamn beautiful.”

He pushed my head down so my cheek pressed to the table. Every inch of him, every slap of our bodies, every filthy thing he growled at me made my body react instantly.

“You were made for this,” he said, fucking me harder. “You were fucking made for me. No one’s ever going to fuck you like this. No one but me.” I believed his words, and I loved his obsessive side.

I could feel myself start to tighten again, the pressure mounting, and he seemed to sense it too.

“That’s it, Ivy,” he panted, squeezing my ass. “Come for me again. I want to feel it. Milk my cock, baby, just like that.”

His words pushed me over the edge without a warning.

I screamed as I came, my legs shaking, my arms barely holding me up. He kept going, even rougher now, like he was chasing something in me he needed to catch, and when he finally pulled out he groaned, “Don’t move.”

I stayed as I was, face down, ass up, while he fisted his cock and stroked himself, breathing heavy, until he finished all over my back, heat pooling and dripping down my spine. He watched it happen, watched himself paint my skin.

Before he helped me up, he used a towel to clean my back. Once I stood in front of him, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his body. I let my body melt against his chest. His skin was warm, his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek.

He kissed the top of my head first, then my forehead, then finally my lips, slowly, like he had all the time in the world. It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was grounding. Real.

“You’re mine,” he whispered against my mouth.

The words didn’t sound hostile.

They weren’t a threat or a claim made out of pride. They felt like a promise. A vow holding all the words we hadn’t yet spoken.

I looked up at him, and for the first time in a long time, I didn’t feel like I had to guard my heart. His eyes searched mine, soft but sure, and when he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, I leaned into his touch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Chapter 7

WILL

I spent the rest of the week trying not to get hard just at the thought of her and what we did on Monday in the studio.

When she sat in my classes, I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t. It would’ve only reminded me of how fucking much I needed her. I couldn’t focus with her around, and whenever I caught a glimpse of her, I knew she felt the same. That gave me some kind of comfort, and she understood why I tried not to watch her all the time.

It was Friday morning, and most students only have voluntary classes. They’d spend the day working on projects, did study groups, or simply sat in the library reading whatever book they needed to read. I was on my way to the studio, knowing Ivy would be there, and when I entered the art wing, I saw her standing by the vending machines in one corner.

I walked up to her, my footsteps catching her attention as I got closer. When her eyes met mine, they immediately lit up. I smiled back, and after we both looked around to make sure nobody would see us, she walked right into my arms.

Our lips collided, and I held her tightly against my body as she melted into me.

“I fucking missed you all week,” I muttered between kisses. My hands moved from her lower back to her ass, squeezing it tightly.

She moaned into the kiss and pushed her hands into my hair, tugging at it, making me want to undress her right here. Fuck, I wanted to sit her down on one of the benches next to us and kneel between her legs and bury my face between her legs.

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