Page 57 of Pieces Of You

His eyes widen and he exhales, his harsh breath landing on my wet center. My eyes drift shut, imagining everything I’ve just teased with him. I picture the head of his cock parting my lips, the feel of his softness mixed with steel against my tongue. I imagine looking up at him, see the fire in his eyes as he watches me pleasure him.

Heat burns, courses through my veins, and I hasten my movements. I rub harder, bringing myself closer and closer to the edge. I moan out his name—a mistake… or maybe a win, because he grinds out, “Fuck this.” And then his hand’s on my wrist, pulling me away, replacing it with his mouth. His fingers. I jolt in response, a strangled squeal falling from my lips before I can stop it. Grabbing my ankles, he lifts my legs, places my feet on his shoulders, all while he licks me, tastes me,devoursme, his fingers deep, deep,deepinside me—just like he described.

I grasp his hair, hold him to me, and grind my hips. I use him—his mouth, his body—until I explode on his tongue, pulse around his fingers. He gives me a minute to recover before he stands, hand curled around his erection while he wipes the remnants of my pleasure off his chin, his mouth. Through my post-orgasm haze, I notice the sweat coating every inch of him. “Jesus Christ, Jamie,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’ve never needed anything as much as I need tofuckyou right now.”

“Fuck off,” I say, reaching into my nightstand to grab a condom. I throw it at his chest. He doesn’t even flinch, just rips the packet open with his teeth. Sliding on the rubber, he says, “I want you on top. I want to squeeze your ass and grab your tits while you ride me. I want you to use me like you just did.”

“No,” I tell him, and I don’t even know why I say it because the moment he lies flat on my bed, I’m climbing on top of him, our hands meeting between us, guiding each other toward where we both want to be.Needto be.

The sounds of our drawn-out moans fill the room the moment he’s inside me, stretching me, filling me. And I’m suddenly inundated with too many emotions, too many questions. I settle my hands on his chest, refusing to look at him when I say, “This doesn’t change anything, Holden.”

He runs his hands up my thighs, softly, slowly, and it’s too gentle, too affectionate. I don’t like it. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s just sex,” I remind him.And myself. “It doesn’t mean anything. It never has before.” I look up, right into his eyes—eyes so green I want to walk through the forest, get lost in there. A tightness forms in my chest, and I ignore what it could mean. “You made your choice,” I manage to get out. “You chose loyalty over lust, so—”

“Lust?” he cuts in, sitting up, shifting himself inside me. One hand gripping my waist, he uses the other to grasp my face, bringing me closer to drop a kiss on my forehead. “This isn’t fuckinglust,Jamie…” He rolls us over until I’m on my back, and he’s laying on top of me, weight held up by his forearm. He grips my leg, wraps it around his waist as he thrusts into me slowly. Then he kisses my shoulder, my neck, my jaw. “I don’t know what the fuck this is,” he says, “but it’s sure as fuck a hell of a lot more thanlust.” And then he’s kissing me, sinking into me, deeper and deeper. Not just physically, but in every other way possible. Deep into my body. Into my mind. Into my soul. He replaces my emotional pain with our physical pleasure.

And it’s terrifying.

And delusional.

And destructive.

Andperfect.

For now…

28

Holden

The Patience Game is simple:Jamie and I test each other’s patience until one of us eventually cracks.

Sometimes it’s a verbal spar.

Other times, we don’t say a word. This version of The Patience Game is merely an extension of The Staring Game.

Jamie stands at the doorway of her room, her arms at her sides, completely naked.

As soon as I’d…finished, she tapped my shoulder and said, “Okay, you can leave now.”

I was literally still inside her, my cock still pulsing, and there was no way I was going anywhere. Nevertheless, I mumbled a “sure” and got up. After cleaning up the aftermath of our pleasure in her bathroom, I opened the door to see her standing there, naked, and while she was doing her business in the bathroom, I crawled back into her bed.

Now, she’s watching me, waiting for… I don’t even know what. “Look.” She finally cracks, crossing her arms. I fight back a smile at the small victory. “We both got what we wanted, so you don’t need to stay.”

I shrug. “I want to stay.”

“Liar,” she says, moving to her dresser. She pulls out a drawer and finds underwear and a tank top, slips them both on, and reluctantly crawls in beside me. She settles on her back, looking up at the ceiling. “This isn’t awkward at all,” she murmurs.

With a chuckle, I state, “You’remakingit awkward.” I slide an arm beneath her neck and pull her toward me until her front’s pressed to my side. After a long moment, she finally relents, settling her leg over mine, her arm on my torso. Her fingertips splay against my chest, warming the parts of me that crave her the most.

I stare up at the ceiling and say, “Question.” I don’t wait for a response before adding, “Are you taking psychology?”

“No.”

“Biology?”

“No.”

---