Page 68 of Splitting Secrets
“Just for a little while. We don’t have to do anything but lay here.” I tack on the last part when his gaze flicks to the blanket covering my very naked lower half.
He reluctantly lies down behind me, curling his legs into mine and tucking his arm beneath my head with enough reluctance to have me mentally kicking myself for being so horrible to him. It can’t be easy navigating the constant change of moods he’s finding me in.
The hardened bulge of his erection presses against my rear, and guilt overtakes me when I realize how I’ve used him to find my own release and never considered returning the favor.
“If you keep moving like that, I’m not going to be able to keep my end of the promise.”
I reach behind to rub my palm against the front of his pants.
“Sonny,” he warns in a deep, authoritarian voice, but begins circling his hips in rhythm with my hand.
Something has taken hold of me and won’t let go. I can’t even think straight with him this close to me. Releasing my grasp of his bulge, I spin in place until I’m facing him, and then begin unzipping his pants to set him free.
When he goes to protest, my lips crash against his, silently begging him to stop. To get lost in this moment with me so we can freefall together.
He returns the kiss with the same enthusiasm, slipping his tongue past mine as he grasps either side of my head and tilts it back, allowing himself more access.
I pull his erection out and wrap my fingers around it, pumping from base to tip.
“Sonny,” he groans, thrusting his hips forward to push himself further into my grasp. “I didn’t expect you to?—”
“Shh,” I cut him off, scooting myself down on the bed until I’m face-to-face with the evidence that he may not have expected this, but he definitely wants it. Flattening my tongue, I leanforward and drag it across his entire length, swirling it around the tip until he squirms. “Iwant this.”
Emboldened by his physical response, I clamp my lips around his tip and slowly lower my head, taking as much of him as possible before he hits the back of my throat. Taking steady breaths through my nose, I pull back, swooping my tongue around his tip as I pass. He releases a low, guttural moan and wraps his fist around my pony tail, grabbing at it until his fingers are right against my scalp.
I lean forward again, taking even more of him into my mouth before he gently tugs on my hair, urging me back up his length. We continue the same pattern over and over, with him controlling my speed. Eventually, he forces my head forward enough that my lips meet the base of his cock, then releases me just as I start to gag.
I have no idea how he moves so fast. In a single blink, I’m being lifted off the bed and placed on top of him, my legs straddling his hips as he lies beneath me. I’m staring down at his beautiful dark eyes—which are nearly black at the moment—and that determined scowl I’ve come to associate with the best orgasms of my life.
This is the version of him that I fell for last semester. The one I couldn’t stop thinking about. The one I wish I could peel away and separate from the man who lied and threatened me.
Without hesitation, he reaches between my legs and swipes his fingers through my center, testing my readiness once again.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” he muses, sliding his now-soaked fingers against his tongue as he grabs his cock with his other hand, lines himself up with my opening, and thrusts himself inside—instantly filling me.
I suck in a breath, leaning my palms against his chest as my stomach tightens, my body struggling to accommodate all of himat once. A garbled cry escapes me as he fully seats himself, and that delicious mixture of pain and pleasure hits me.
When he’s sure I’m ready, he wraps his hands around my bottom and lifts my hips toward him, pulling himself out and once again taking control of our pace.
It’s not lost on me that this is the one time I’ve attempted to take charge of pleasuring him, and he’s completely hijacked it. This guy has serious control issues.
He repeats the movement with his hands twice before bending his knees and flattening his feet onto the mattress for leverage, then thrusting into me at a rapid pace. My shirt is pulled over my head, immediately replaced by his palms against my breasts. I lean back into his thrusts, pushing my chest forward and into his waiting mouth. Warm lips clamp onto my nipple as his fingers pinch the other. It’s as if he’s trying to make me feel everything all at once. Like he can’t decide where to focus his attention, so he’s stretching it everywhere.
Out of nowhere, shadows snake around us like inky black tendrils. I startle at first, unaware that they’re coming from him. Until I feel the caress of one against my jawline—a featherlight touch to assure me they’re safe. The next one curves along the slope of my back, descending further south until it reaches the sensitive hole behind his thrusting cock.
He wouldn’t. Would he?
My eyes widen at the proposition, meeting his questioning stare. The shadow teases me, lightly caressing the entrance—er, exit?—as he slows the speed of his thrusts to almost nothing.
“I wasn’t lying about you being mine,” he breaks the silence, his voice low. “Let me claim all of you.”
Sucking in my lower lip, I contemplate his words. Am I willing to try it? Sure. But in a fun, experimental way. Do I like the idea of him thinking he claims me if I agree?
Hell no.
As if they sense my hesitation, the shadows move again and he stills his hips altogether, awaiting an answer. I run my fingers along the inky darkness surrounding me, noting how he shivers at the touch. Has he ever been able to use these on a woman before, or is this a first for him, too?
“You’ll stop if I don’t like it?”
