Page 75 of Lost Touch

The other bed creaked, and then mine dipped as Drew slipped into it behind me.

His body pressed up against mine, hot and hard.

“I have myself under control,” he said. “You can say no. And I’ll go back to my bed and jerk off too, and think about how hot and tight you feel around my knot.”

Biting down on the pillow didn’t help much more than burying my face in it to keep in my needy little sounds.

Drew shifted closer, his cock pressing between the cheeks of my ass even through the sheet and our underwear.

“You don’t have to say anything at all. Let me make the decisions. Lie there and take me, Ash. I’ll give you everything, and you only have to not say no.”

I needed to say no. One little word. He’d think I’d changed my mind about mating. He hadn’t spoken to me all day. Self-respect and any regard I had for Drew’s well-being…the word wouldn’t come out.

Quivering with need and anticipation, I lay there silently, not resisting as Drew pulled the sheet off of me and tugged my boxer briefs down around my thighs. He slid down too, until his hot breath tickled the small of my back.

And then lower.

His tongue darted out, tracing the inner curve of my cheek. My lungs labored with the effort of keeping in a scream of impatience.

Drew pressed soft kisses all along my crease. “Please,” I whispered.

“Please what?” Another kiss, this time closer to where I needed him but not nearly close enough.

“Don’t tease me, please, I need…” The words trailed off in a cry as he pulled my ass open with his thumbs and flicked his tongue, once, against my hole.

“You need this,” he whispered, and lapped at me with the flat of his tongue. “Your pretty ass all soft and wet and ready for me to fuck you.”

His tongue thrust inside me.

My body shook and my balls drew up. I came like that, just from the pressure of his tongue stretching me open, everything blurring around me and going wobbly and distant.

He didn’t stop, eating me out like he was starving, hot and filthy. His fingers pushed in next, slick with lube—I didn’t know where he’d gotten it from, but he’d said he’d give me everything, and he’d delivered. Drew tumbled me onto my front and shoved my thighs open, mounting me without any finesse and plowing me into the pillows, head down and ass up in the air like his bitch.

I spread my legs as much as I could, still constricted by my underwear—and took it, his hips slamming bruises into my ass and my whole body bouncing and jolting along with the bed, which screamed its protests in a chorus of jangling springs and thumping boards.

Hot come flooded into me. Drew stilled at last, panting, his knot lodged inside me and holding me in place.

As if I wanted to go anywhere. Pinned face-down on a damp, rumpled bed, body splayed open to its limit, with Drew over me, owning me…I could’ve stayed there forever. His. To use and tease and take, because nothing had ever felt so good—even before I’d lost my ability to feel. I didn’t need my memories to know that, because if I’d ever experienced more pleasure than this it would’ve killed me.

Drew maneuvered us onto our sides and draped an arm over me. I wanted so badly to take his hand and press it into my chest, tangle our fingers together and pretend that I’d never have to give it up.

Instead, I lay still, and when his knot went down and he slipped out of me and rolled out of bed, I didn’t move or say a word. He pulled the sheet up to cover me. A moment later, his bed creaked as he got back into it.

The light clicked off.

And I slept alone.

***

Silence reigned in the hotel room when I woke up, even though the clock on the nightstand told me it was only a few minutes after six.

I rolled over, blearily blinking into the dimness of the room. No Drew.

Tossing the blankets back, I sat bolt upright on the edge of the bed, heart pounding. No laptop, either, and Drew’s shoes were gone. I ran for the window, twitching the curtain back.

The SUV was still parked in front of our door.

I slumped against the window frame, relief nearly taking me out at the knees.

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