Page 54 of Beneath the Surface

I dive down, my teeth sinking into her lower lip until tangy copper floods my tastebuds. “You think you can ride my dick andnotbe here with me while you do it?”

She groans, her hips lifting off the bed, her slick cunt rubbing against my swollen cock. My free hand circles her nipple, rolling the bud between my fingers and pinching. She gasps, her chest pushing into my palm.

“Answer me.”

She shakes her head. “No. I’m sorry, I—”

I chuckle. “Youwillbe sorry.” Gripping my shaft, I stroke up and down, spreading the juice from her pussy until I’m coated in the wetness. “You don’t want to give it to me the way I want.” My fingers twitch against her neck, her pulse thrumming erratically under my thumb. I position myself at her entrance. “Then I’ll take it the way I need.”

Her eyes blaze to life, and the uncertainty floats away, satisfaction clicking into place like a puzzle piece.This is what she needs.

“No,” she whispers.

Smirking, I thrust inside of her, shoving my cock so deep I see stars.

“No,” she says again, pushing against my chest. Her nails dig into my pecs, like her tiny body is enough to move my six-foot-seven frame. Arousal stabs at my insides, spreading through my limbs, so sharp it feels like needles. Moving from her neck, I grab her hands, ripping them off me and pinning them above her head.

“You can act like you don’t want this.” I thrust harder on the word, my eyes cataloging her face, attuned to her every motion, making sure she likes what I’m giving. “But your pussy can’t lie the way your filthy mouth does.”

My cock is so hard it feels like it might rip her in half. “Should I make you come to prove it?” I move both her wrists into one hand, sliding my other down her body until my fingers reach her swollen clit. Her body jolts, and she gasps, her knees pressing into my stomach, trying to push me back. My hips piston in and out of her, punishing her for making me feel sofuckingmuch.

She moans again, her body arching as I rub her pussy, and my balls tighten, tendrils of pleasure spiraling through me until I worry I’ll pass out from the feel of her walls fluttering around me.

And then... she explodes, a scream leaving her mouth as she creams my cock. The rhythmic massage is all I need and it pushes me over the edge, my balls tightening, shooting cum so deep inside of her, I can almost feel it painting her womb.

Jesus Christ.

Collapsing on top of her, I lay my head in the crook of her neck, pressing soft kisses to the side of her throat where pink marks from my fingers have left an imprint. I come out of my haze, my chest rising and falling as I try to catch my breath, my hand smoothing down the hair on the back of her head.

She gazes up at me, an indecipherable look in her eyes, and it’s only then I realize her body is trembling. I lean in, pressing a kiss to her lips. “Are you with me, baby?”

She nods, sucking on her teeth.

One of my arms wraps around her waist, the other stays on her head, and I pull her closer, her leg wedging between mine.

Tears slip silently down her cheeks and my chest squeezes. I cup her face, wiping them away with my thumb. I want to say something, but I’m not sure whattosay, so I stay silent, cradling her as she processes her emotions. I’m not surprised she has them after what we just did.

I sure as fuck do.

I’m feeling all kindsof things.

And as I lay here, holding the only woman who’s ever made me ache for something more, my chest cracks in half, knowing that one day she’ll find out the truth, and then I’ll have to leave her, and all of thesefeelingsbehind.

26

Lily

I’m embarrassed. It flows through my veins like lava, heating my core and spreading through every limb.

It’s been twenty minutes since Alex brought me back from the brink, and he hasn’t moved from his spot. One arm is wrapped tightly around my waist, the other cradling the back of my head, our naked bodies intertwined as I break apart in his arms. And now that the heaviest of sobs have been wracked from my body, I feel… drained. Disgusting. Vulnerable.

Seen.

Lifting my head, I look at Alex, my heart rubbing against my raw edges with every fractured beat. I thought I could do it. Be normal. I thought that with him, maybe it would be different, because I feel so different. Turns out, I’m just as broken as I’ve always been.

Only, I’ve never had someone whocared. Never had someone pull me back from the darkness to give me what I need. And now he’s staring at me like I’m precious. Holding me like I’mimportant. It makes my insides cramp, old wounds aching, because I didn’t know. I never realized that this is what it could feel like.Thisis what it should have felt like all along.

Alex felt me missing and he brought me back. The sharp sting of his cock splitting me open, and his hand squeezing my throat until I couldn’t breathe, lifted me from the fog.

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