Page 84 of Catch You

He holds me so tightly that it brings more tears to my eyes. It’s just a hug. It’s just his arms holding me to him. But it feels different from any I’ve had before.

Most were just full of sympathy. A few were empathetic. But without going through something similar, something so life changing, it’s hard to really understand just how agonizing it is.

His lips press against the top of my head as I cling to him as if he’ll single-handedly stop me from drowning.

Maybe he will.

Maybe that’s why I fell into his lap a few weeks ago.

His kisses move down to my face before he finds my lips.

I don’t react at first. I can’t. I’m still too lost in the images of that day—some reality, but many I’ve made up over the years as I tried to piece together what really happened in that mall. I’ve seen enough mass shootings in the news that I’ve been able to build a pretty clear picture. I know where they were found. I know they had the cake.

I know it’s all my fault.

Corey doesn’t say anything, and for that I’m grateful.

So instead of telling me that he understands, that he can’t imagine how hard it must be, he shows me.

He kisses across my jaw and down my neck. His tongue licks at the sensitive spot under my ear, and a moan falls from my lips.

Awkwardly, he manages to unwrap me from the sheet, and my skin burns when his hand lands on my waist.

My entire body heats as the pain of those memories begins to subside, the feeling of Corey’s touch forcing me back to the here and now.

His lips brush across my breasts, my nipples puckering as he kisses around them. Teasing me. Taking me away from the pain.

“Oh God.” His tongue flicks my nipple once, and a bolt of lust shoots down to my core. “More,” I moan. I need more. I need everything. Everything he can offer me.

Slowly, he kisses down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel before he blows a stream of air across my sensitive core.

“Oh God,” I repeat, my hips lifting from the bed in need.

His tattooed fingers wrap around my thighs to hold me in place, and I can’t take my eyes away from him.

He’s so gentle with me as he parts my lips that it brings tears to my eyes. I watch as he stares at me for a beat, before the soft and gentle man between my legs vanishes and the one I’m much more used to appears.

He dives forward, his lips capturing my clit, and I scream as he sucks and flicks my little bundle of nerves with his tongue.

My hands thread into his hair and tug, attempting to get him even closer.

“Fuck, Corey. I need you.” And I do, I need him so fucking badly. I need his hands on me, burning into my skin. I want his lips on mine. I need him stretching me open so that the only thing I can think about is him and what he does to me. “More,” I cry. “More.”

At my demand, he slides two fingers inside me. The sensation engulfs me, and it gives me exactly what I need. Everything in my head fades away, and the only thing I can think about is this very moment as he plays my body toward the ultimate pleasure.

He never lets up. His tongue licks, his teeth nip, and his fingers find that mind-spinning place inside me until my arms give up and I fall back on the bed, unable to continue watching what he’s doing.

“Come,” he rumbles against me as he ups the ante.

My body is a trembling mess by the time he pushes me off the ledge. And fuck, do I fucking fly.

My chest is heaving, my body covered in a sheen of sweat when he crawls back up my body.

He doesn’t miss a beat. The second he’s hovering over me, his hand slides over my collarbone and wraps possessively around my throat. Our eyes connect for the briefest moment before he captures my lips in a bruising kiss. Tasting myself on his tongue only spurs me on.

My legs wrap around his waist, and I shift myself until his cock is right where I want it.

His kiss doesn’t falter as his hand begins trailing around my body, driving me crazy with need.

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