Page 64 of Roads Behind Us
Standing in front of him, I let my eyes eat him, too, as he tugged his T-shirt over his head. Anticipation danced inside me. I wanted to jump him and lick his skin, but I denied myself, and the denial made my body ache even harder. The sweet pain blooming low in my belly throbbed, and moisture welled between my thighs.
He slipped his hands beneath the waistband of his pants and pushed them down with his boxers to the tops of his thighs, and his hard cock sprang free from its confines. His broken leg stuck out to the side, but he bent his other knee and braced his foot on the floor.
I replied to his invitation by sliding my fingers over my hips, beneath my underwear, and I slipped them down my legs. His low moan told me he liked seeing me completely naked.
No man had ever looked at me the way Bax looked at me, like if he blinked, he’d lose me forever, and in the moment, holding onto me was all he knew.
I took two steps closer, feeling the heat radiating off his chest as he held the condom out for me. His hands were filthy, and I wanted them all over me.
Leaning over him, I bent at the waist and grabbed the condom wrapper between my teeth.
Bax groaned, and his bare cock twitched in the empty space between us. “Fuck,” he whispered.
Straightening, I gripped the wrapper between my fingers and pulled. It ripped open as he slipped his hand between my legs, sliding his fingers through the slick mess between my thighs.
I gasped and shivered, and he cupped my pussy with his hand and pulled me closer as I rolled the condom on. His dick was burning hot and as hard as concrete. Wrapping my fingers around it, I pumped twice, needing to feel the hardness in the palm of my hand that would soon be inside me, but then let him fall from my grasp.
His tight and rock-hard shoulders were my anchors, and I climbed up and let my knees straddle his hips on the bed.
Leaning back on his elbows, he watched me, and I used the strength in my thighs again to control my slow descent, taking him inch by thicker inch. When I held him fully seated inside me, he fell back on the bed and moaned loudly. I covered his mouth with my hand to remind him to be quiet, and then I began to move.
The knowledge that there were other people in the house with us, and that they were fully awake and just down the hall, should’ve stopped us. It was wrong. What if they heard? What if they saw?
But the perverseness of that knowledge made every touch of my skin on Bax’s hotter. It drove my desire higher, made my heart race, and soon I was fucking myself on his body, riding him hard and wet, grasping for his arms and chest, making us both sweat and clutch at each other like we’d cease to exist if we didn’t.
His abs flexed, and I felt his thighs harden beneath me as he sat up. The base of his dick and his pubic hair ground against my clit with every roll of my hips. He filled me completely, and I gasped and arched as he wrapped his arms around me.
Holding me close, he watched pleasure play over my face, and then he lifted his hands and cupped my breasts inside them. He leaned down and laved one with his tongue slowly while his fingers pinched and caressed the other one. Streaks of charcoal colored my skin, shading the still-building desire I felt for him in grays and black.
Up and down I moved over him, taking him deeper inside with each descent, feeling his hard length stroke me from the inside out, the pressure building.
His fingertips dug into my ass cheeks, his big hands pulling me closer, not letting me escape what he was giving me. He closed his eyes, and his head lolled on his shoulders as he allowed himself to feel me, to feel the pleasure I gave right back to him.
Dragging my fingers lazily over his hips, his obliques, and his ribcage, I watched as goosebumps rose all over his chest. It reminded me that he’d called them “goosechills,” and I laughed.
He froze. His eyes popped open, and he began to buck up into me fast and hard. “Do that again,” he begged.
“What?”
“Laugh.” He buried his face in the crook of my neck, licking and sucking, and his hands roamed my ribs until he found the spot he wanted, and then he dug his fingers in and tickled me.
I threw my head back, trying not to make noise, but I giggled and laughed and let myself drown in his attention.
Even if it only lasted a couple weeks, being with him like this made me feel amazing. He made me feel special, like I mattered to someone in this harsh world, and I never wanted the moment to end.
When I looked in his eyes, he was all business. His body hardened and tightened with every thrust inside me, and he latched onto my breast with his mouth again, this time rougher, his teeth caging my nipple. He gazed up at me, and then he reached between us, coated two fingers in the mess we’d made together and rubbed my clit. Round and round he rubbed, over and again, giving pressure exactly where I?—
His sketch on the bed behind us drew my eye, and I stared at the sexiest image I’d ever seen of myself as an orgasm crashed over me, like angry waves battering the edges of a distant sea.
My body clutched at his, and his cock throbbed inside me. It pulsed and jerked as he came, too, making me crave him all over again because the vulnerability he kept offering to me took my breath away and made me desperate for more.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Bax
“It’s just a scribble,” I said, watching Bea next to me on my bed, naked and flat on her back.
Her knees were bent and knocking together while she stared at the picture I’d drawn of her. She held it in her hand, and her dark, chocolate hair lay wild and disheveled beneath her shoulders, the wispy ends curling up and licking her arms. I traced a lock with my finger, watching how my skin next to hers made hers look darker.
