Page 12 of Sweet Escape
“Stop holding back, baby,” I whisper, cupping his cheek in a gesture that’s far too familiar for whatever this is. To counteract the tenderness, I weave my fingers into his hair and pull his mouth to mine, playfully nipping at his lips between kisses.
The last thread of his restraint finally gives out. He lifts my right leg over his shoulder, fucking me fast and deep with each snap of his hips. The angle is delicious, and I’m already dangling on the precipice, my third orgasm just barely out of reach. As if sensing my distress, he brings one hand between us, pinching and rolling my clit between two fingers. The friction is just what I need to send me over the edge, my legs shaking with the force of my release.
“Fuck. You feel too good.” He pulls out, squeezing the base of his shaft, and my brows furrow in confusion. “I’m not done with you yet. Get on all fours for me.”
Once I’m in position, he kneads my ass in his palms, before skating one hand up my spine to wrap my hair around his fist. The small bite of pain has a moan slipping through my lips. In an instant, he’s thrusting balls deep into my tightpussy, setting a bruising pace. “I’m gonna fill you up and watch it drip out of you.”
The deep timbre of his voice, combined with his filthy words, consumes me. I’ve never gone without a condom before, but I want what he’s offering more than I’m willing to admit—even to myself.
“Do you want that, Livie? Want me to come inside this tight cunt?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
“The name’s Wilder, but I can be your God tonight.”
After a few more shallow thrusts, he stills, letting out a guttural groan as he spills inside me. His gorgeous body is slick with sweat as he stares at where his cum drips onto the comforter. There’s a satisfied expression on his ruggedly handsome face.
“Fucking hell, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says breathlessly. “Stay right there.”
I rest my head on my forearms as he stalks to the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet washcloth and his T-shirt. He cleans me up and tugs his previously discarded shirt over my head before pulling back the comforter on the side closest to the window.
“Get in, Pretty Girl. We need to rest up before the drive tomorrow.”He settles me under the covers with so much care that it makes my chest ache.
I was with Jake for three years, and I don’t remember a time when he did anything like this for me. Not to mention the lack of orgasms. My mind used to wander to mundane things, and Jake never cared to help me get there, even when I explained my issues. It was always a quick fuck, and then he’d be snoring.
Wilder kept me focused on him—on us—without even trying. He'll never know what a gift he’s given me. I want tolive in this moment forever, to bask in the afterglow and drown in the comfort of having Wilder at my back.
On instinct, I bring my lips to his in a brief kiss. “Night, Wilder.”
“Goodnight, birthday girl.”
Wilder
I lie in bed watching her sleep for a while, tracking the rise and fall of her chest, her breaths escaping through parted lips, and the eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as she dreams. I glide the tip of my finger over the bridge of her nose.
“What are you dreaming about, Pretty Girl?” I whisper.
She’s impossibly beautiful as the soft glow of the moon cascades through the window, casting her in an ethereal light.
What am I doing?
This was fucking reckless. I hardly know this woman, and we’ll probably never see each other after I drop her off in Nashville. Why does that thought grate?
I slip out of bed and pad over to the windows, looking out over the Memphis skyline as I slump into the armchair in the corner. My gaze keeps straying from one view to the next, from the lights dancing on the water to the gorgeous woman wearing my shirt.
I want more of her, but I can’t ask her to give herself over to me when I’m not willing to do the same in return. This has to be a one-time thing. I’m far too broken for the angel sleeping next to me.
Don’t get attached, Wilder. Nothing good ever lasts.
Chapter 3
Is it casual now?
?Casual - Chappell Roan
Olivia
The thudof the door closing startles me awake, and I’m surrounded by the unmistakable scent of fresh coffee.
