Page 72 of Don't Let Me Fall (Don't Let Me 1)

Shit, I almost forgot.

I pull a condom out of my wallet and slide it on my swollen cock as Ash bites her bottom lip.

With her eyes glued to my dick, she whispers, “Want to know a secret?”

I step closer and rub the head against her slit. “What?”

“You were right,” she breathes out. “In the hall that night. I imagined you. What it would feel like to have you inside of me. To have your lips against mine. Your––” She gasps as I push myself into her, her breathing staggered but laced with need. Resting her head against her forearm on the wall, she catches her breath. “You have no idea how good this feels.”

“Trust me,” I grunt, forcing myself to stay calm as she adjusts to me being inside her. “I know how good it feels. What else did you imagine?”

“This,” she whispers, rolling her hips against mine, silently urging me to continue. “I imagined this. What it would feel like to stretch around you. To hear your groans. To feel you. All of you. The way you’d whisper my name.”

I reach my arm around her torso and grab her wrists, forcing her to stand so her back is pressed to my chest. Then I breathe her in. Soak her up. Commit every detail to memory while my cock begs me to thrust into her. To chase the oblivion I know is imminent. But I don’t want to. Because I don’t know if this will be the last time. And now that I've had a taste? I’m not sure I can go without it again.

Without her.

She shifts her hips. “You’re killing me, Colt.”

I press a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Hands on the wall, Ash.”

With spread fingers, she rests her hands against the wall. I grab her waist, retreat a few inches, and push into her again. Over and over, I thrust. She gasps. I groan. She pants. And even though I don’t want it to end, I drag my hand down her front and pinch her clit, almost blacking out as her core clenches around me.

Fucking perfect.

Her orgasm pushes me over the edge, and I come hard, pulsing into her with only the thin piece of latex separating us. And for the first time ever, I hate the thin piece of latex. Because even after being this close to her, it isn’t enough. I want more. I want it all.

I want her.

All of her.

The good.

The bad.

The ugly.

A sheen of sweat clings to her brow as Ash peeks over her shoulder at me and smiles. Her smile. It could light up the world. It’s been lighting up mine since the moment we first met.

“Whoa,” she breathes, letting out a light, breathy laugh.

I pull off the condom, toss it in the trash beneath the sink, and pick her up, carrying her to the couch.

She laughs a little harder and smacks my shoulder while shaking her head. “Carrying me? Really?”

“Always a gentleman,” I quip.

“Mm-hmm,” she hums. The sound goes straight to my dick.

“I helped you get off. Twice,” I clarify.

“Almost three times,” she notes, patting my chest as I sit on the couch, keeping her cradled against me. “Don’t worry, though. We’ll work on your stamina.”

I snort. “Glad I can be another project for you.”

She kisses my nose and gives me the same innocent smile but stays quiet as the high from our orgasms slowly fades to the background, and the aftermath of what we did rises to the surface.

I just fucked my best friend’s ex.

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