Page 40 of Spared
Before I topple over the edge, I flip Blair underneath me, kissing her hard with my dick buried inside. She gasps against my lips, bucking her hips in a demand for me to move. I start pumping in slow, controlled thrusts, but I quickly lose control again. Her pussy is just too good, so damn tight, her inner walls squeezing me like a vise. I slam into her tight heat over and over, completely drunk on my girl. Her legs lock around my waist, fingertips digging into my back.
“Oh God,” Blair pants, squirming beneath me and arching her hips.
The hitch in her breathing tells me she’s close, so I slide a hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb and stroking it in time with each thrust of my hips.
That’s all it takes.
Blair shudders and cries out, her muscles clenching around me as she comes undone. It’s all I can do to stay with her as she shudders through her climax beneath me, my jaw clenching tight as I try to hold back for just a few more seconds. She tightens and pulls me deeper, panting and digging her nails into my shoulders until I can’t take any more.
I yank my dick out of her with a grunt, pumping it in my fist as I rock back on my knees. The world narrows to a single point, Blair gasping beneath me, everything inside me unraveling as stars explode behind my eyes and I shoot thick ropes of cum over her belly.
My muscles go slack, and I collapse against her with a groan, trying to catch my breath as the world around us slowly comes back into focus. She kisses the side of my neck softly, the tenderness in it so rare that I instantly commit the moment to memory.
“You pulled out,” she whispers, brushing her lips against my skin. There’s a teasing note to her voice, and I can’t help but grin against the hollow of her throat.
I lean up, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as I hold myself above her. “You said something once about full moons.” I kiss her again, my mouth barely grazing hers. “And ovulation.”
She blinks up at me, eyes wide with surprise. “You remembered.”
I laugh, dropping my head to her chest. “Of course I remembered. I may be new to shifter culture, but I’m a quick study.”
“Ugh, you’re annoyingly perfect,” she grumbles, winding her fingers through my hair, holding me there. Her heart beats steadily beneath my ear, matching the tempo of my own.
We stay like that for a while, tangled and breathless and bathed in moonlight. The air is a little chilly, and the field is definitely not the most comfortable place we could have done this, but it feels right tonight. Everything just feels soright.
Eventually, Blair lets out a low sigh and loosens her grip, and I roll away to lay beside her in the grass. I pull her in against me, loving the way she curves into my side and molds to my body like we were made for each other.
I kiss her forehead, glancing down at the sticky mess between us with a wince. “Sorry about that,” I mutter apologetically.
“Don’t be,” she replies with a smirk. “I kinda like you like this.”
“Messy?” I snort.
“Mine,” she murmurs, snuggling closer against me and tracing her fingers over my bare chest.
I let out a contented breath, toying with the strands of her hair. “I like the sound of that.”
Blair props herself up on an elbow, gazing down at me with a twinkle in her dark eyes that makes me fall even harder for her, if that’s possible.
“Wanna go again?” she asks, waggling her brows.
My dick is still recovering from round one, but it stirs with renewed interest at her suggestion. My entire body feels like it’s on overload, like every nerve ending has been short-circuited by her, and I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“You’re gonna kill me, woman,” I laugh, grabbing for her and pulling her down onto my chest.
I’m pretty sure there are worse ways to go.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
the victory lap
BLAIR
The air’s crisp, the kind of chill that tells you summer’s slipping away, making room for something quieter, something slower. Matty’s hands are stuffed deep in the front pocket of his hoodie as the two of us cross the parking lot toward Level Up, his shoulders hunched as if he’s trying to protect himself from the cold, and for a split second, it hits me–he’s not a shifter. I’ve gotten so used to us being together, to the rhythm we’ve fallen into, that I sometimes forget he’s human.
It’s a strange little moment of realization, and I catch myself watching him more closely as he shivers.
Shit, is he always cold like this?
