Page 75 of Absolutely Pucked
He kissed me like he was devouring me, like I was becoming part of him. His nails dug into my skin, scratching up my back, pushing into my hair, and holding it in a tight, painful hold. I groaned as I rolled my hips, rubbing my dick along his stomach.
His hip had to be in so much agony with the way he was slamming his cock into my ass, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. One shaking hand fell between us, and he gripped me in a tight fist.
“I’m gonna come,” he gasped, licking at my mouth. “I’m gonna fucking nut inside you. Gonna goddamn mark you. Gonna make sure you feel it for days.”
“Yes, Christ, fuck. Please,” I begged.
“Love that. Love hearing how needy you are. Love feeling the way you take me. Holy fuck, look at you. You are such a fuckingmess.”
He wasn’t wrong. I was flushed, sweating, my legs shaking, my ass desperately twitching around him. I needed to be filled more, bigger, deeper. “Put fingers in me,” I gasped, rolling my hips forward. “Make me feel it.”
“Oh my God, oh my God,” he breathed, but his hand moved down my back to obey.
The stretch was nothing but pain for a beat, stealing my breath, and then the pleasure began to overwhelm me when he began to thrust inside me again.
“I can’t,” he sobbed. “I can’t hold back. Killian?—”
“Do it. Come.”
He gasped once more, his hips stuttering, and then every muscle in his body seemed to tense. I felt it whenhe let go—the way his cock thickened, the way it spilled hot ropes deep inside me. That alone, and the way he began to jack me like he wasn’t going to be satisfied until I joined him, sent me over the edge. My breath fled my lungs, and I couldn’t draw in air to groan. The edges of my vision went dark, and with the last pulse of my orgasm, I collapsed against him.
“Killian,” he was whispering, stroking a single hand down my back. “Baby, sweetheart. My everything.”
My entire body felt like it was being lit on fire from the inside. I was going to immolate. There would be nothing left but scars and ash.
He loved me, and I loved him, and we couldn’t say the words because they would tear us to pieces.
Eventually, Ford rolled me over gently, kissing along my jaw as I slumped against the sheets. How he had the strength to get up was beyond me, but I supposed he was a damn jock. The thought made me smile as I watched him hop to the bathroom.
Once upon a time, guys like him would torment me. Once upon a time, guys like him had me crying into my pillow, praying my brother wouldn’t hear because it would be one more thing for him to laugh at.
And now, this one was mine.
But he wasn’t mine to keep.
It was creeping toward dawn when I gave up trying to sleep, and I rolled over to face Ford, who was doom-scrolling on his phone. He felt me watching and set it down on his chest, reaching over to brush a few locks of hair off my forehead.
“You were snoring.”
“I do that when I don’t sleep very deep.”
His thumb brushed under my left eye. “I can tell that happens a lot.”
My cheeks heated. “It’s embarrassing, I know.”
Rolling his eyes, he shook his head and tilted over to snag a kiss. “You fucked me like you were never going to see me again. Is there something you want to say?”
I let myself breathe for a few moments. “I’m falling in love with you.”
His eyes widened. “I—oh. What the fuck, dude? That’s not what…”
“No, I know,” I told him. “I’m sorry.”
“For loving me?”
“For being me. For making this impossible.” I curled against him, wrapping my arm around his waist. “We have to tell him, and when we do, he’s going to make you choose.”
“I can’t,” Ford whispered, the sound of his voice breaking.
