Page 32 of Winter Ends
Chase: No one has killed anyone yet, right?
I laughed, sending back the middle finger emoji.
Chase: Well, that’s a sign of life, at least…
I probably should have engaged my friend some more and talked to him about where my head was at, but I didn’t get to dwell on it for long when there was a knock on the bedroom door. Shawn couldn’t take a fucking hint. I needed some space to think. I couldn’t do that with his sexy ass anywhere in my vicinity.
“Go away, Shawn.”
“Don’t think I will.”
I huffed in irritation but didn’t get up to let him in. A few moments passed in silence before the door handle jiggled. He really wouldn’t give up.
“I said, leave me alone.”
The handle jiggled again. “Daniel. Come on. Don’t be like this. You forget this place belongs to my parents. I know where the keys are and I can go get them if I need to.”
Well, fuck. He wasn’t going to give me room. Got it.
I stood from the bed and unlocked the door. The door swung open immediately after I released the latch. My mouth ran dry to see Shawn standing there in nothing but his underwear. Not that I was any better. I’d toyed with the idea of a shower when I got back to the room, and I probably should have. I still had dried cum on my chest, but I wasn’t quite ready to remove the evidence of what we had done.
When Shawn looked me over, heat flared in his eyes. Now I not only had his mark on my neck but painted across my skin as well. For someone who was attempting to set a boundary, I sure was sending a lot of shitty signals.
Mark me. Make me yours. I’ll wear it like a badge of honor.
It wasn’t what I should have been saying, but I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t bring myself to tell him that this shouldn’t continue. No, I let him back me into the room and push me onto the bed. I didn’t hesitate when his lips slanted against mine and a pathetic mewl escaped my throat.
I’d been waiting for this. Wanting this. And I didn’t care who finally gave it to me.
What little clothing we still had on disappeared and the feel of all his skin against mine set my body on fire. I burned in ways I’d never burned before. How did one person turn me inside out so completely? I wasn’t just ready to hand over everything with sex. Even though I hated him, somehow, I wanted to tell him everything. Shawn had been so gentle with me so far and I wanted to trust that he wouldn’t break me.
“Shawn,” I whined as he trailed bites and kisses down my chest, licking at the dried stripes of his prior release.
He blinked up at me, coming back for a kiss. “What is it, babe?”
My face heated. It wasn’t the first time he’d called me that, and it was another thing I should probably tell him to stop. The endearment implied a level of familiarity and trust we weren’t at yet. But I wanted it. Fuck, did I want it. Why? Why the hell did I want it?
I shook my head, embarrassed to ask for what I wanted. My thoughts were too much of a jumble to process it all.
Shawn’s hips flexed against me, causing his cock to drag along mine. A hiss passed my lips as my eyes widened.
“You like that?”
Words caught in my throat. I’d never been shy about sex, but asking for this? Asking for stuff with another man?
Why did that feel impossible? It was like being a shy virgin all over again.
Then again, in some ways, I was.
“Yeah,” I panted, trying to form words and ask for more. More of what? Fuck if I knew. Friction? Skin? Something. I needed something. And Shawn must have read my mind when his hand dipped between our bodies and wrapped around our lengths.
My eyes rolled back, and I cursed at the pressure. That shouldn’t feel so damn good, but fuck. This was everything.
“Oh, I think you more than like this.”
I sort of wanted him to shut up. To stop talking. The more he spoke, the more embarrassed I became. Heat flooded my body at the sensations racing through it. The feel of his skin on mine, the way his breath puffed past my ear, and the press of his hot, hard cock against mine. I was doomed. This wasn’t going to last.
Popping off now would be humiliating. I needed to last, to savor every last second.
