Page 5 of Breakout
I step back from him, taking my shirt off. He doesn’t hesitate, reaching forward to take my bra off. As if we have done it a million times, we undress me, then him, until we are both standing naked.
Then we are on the bed, his fingers inside of me as he lavishes my breasts with kisses and nips.
He knows how to play my body. Each touch is purposeful. He wants to bring me pleasure. It’s always this way with him. He refuses to even consider his own pleasure until I’ve had at least one orgasm.
It’s another reason why I keep coming back. The man is selfless in the bedroom. It’s all about me and how he is making my body feel.
He will make some girl a lucky wife one day.
The thought gives me a pang of hurt when I realize that someone else will get this man and all his glory. She will spend the rest of her life being worshipped by him.
It won’t be me, though.
It can’t be. I’m not good enough for a man like him. I’m his fling from college he remembers fondly on occasion.
It hurts, but it’s the truth. For me, he will always be the one who got away.
“Hey, where did you go?” he whispers against my skin.
He always can tell when my mind gets the best of me.
“I’m here,” I whisper back.
He looks up at me before he continues his ministrations. Kissing his way down my stomach, he continues to finger me as he makes his way to my clit. When he sucks it between his teeth as he presses up with his fingers, I come hard. All thoughts flee my head as I swear I can see stars.
There’s the rip of a condom being opened, then I feel him press into me. He’s so big and makes me feel so full.
It’s when he is on top of me that I don’t feel so alone in this world. When he is close, I feel like everything is going to be all right.
Pushing on his chest, he takes my hint as he flips me so that I’m on top. Digging my nails into his chest, I ride him. He grips my hips tightly as I do, keeping me steady as I give myself over to the pleasure. He hisses when my nails leave marks on him, drawing a little blood.
He doesn’t stop, though. Neither do I.
I’d never admit it to him, but seeing my marks on his chest gives me a sense of ownership over him. Everyone who sees it will know what it came from, even if they don’t know it’s me specifically. It turns me on like nothing else.
Reaching my peak, I start to scream out, but he leans up, pushing my face into his shoulder. My teeth sink into his skin as my body shivers with my release.
He grunts as he continues to thrust up inside of me until his cock jerks, causing aftershocks in me. We sit like that for several long moments, Beckett pressing kisses to my skin.
Once I recover, I pull myself off of him. Getting off the bed, I find my clothes and begin to redress.
“You should stay the night. I don’t like you driving this late at night,” Beckett tells me.
“Those aren’t the rules,” I tell him. “I’m going back to my dorm.”
The rules. The stupid rules I put in place, but they are there to protect my heart.
#1—No messing around with other people.
#2—No telling anyone.
#3—No staying over.
#4—No public displays of affection.
#5—If any feelings develop, it ends.
It’s supposed to keep things simple, and it does. Still, it hurts leaving him every time, knowing that he’s taken another little piece of me.
