Page 17 of Huge Games

It's easy to be with Elias because my jagged edges slot into his, but with Dornan, every time I get close, I feel like I have to smooth over everything that's sharp about me.

I catch him glancing at me out of the corner of my eye as though he worries I'm going to throw open the car door and bolt. He doesn't realize that inviting him in so that he can make me feel less broken is all I can think about.

Always the gentleman, Dornan walks me to my door. When I've unlocked it, he takes a step back, expecting to say goodbye. Instead, I take his big, capable hand in mine and drag him inside.

Before he has a chance to ask any questions about whether I'm sure or whether it's a good idea, I kiss him and push my hands beneath his shirt.

What I find is rippling solid muscle and warm, soft skin. His mouth devours mine like he's been thinking about doing this with me for longer than just a few days. His hunger sends a squeezing wave of need between my thighs. I'm the one who urges him to tear his top over his head. I'm the one who scrambles to untie the stringskeeping my wrap dress together. In my stilettos and underwear, I feel sexy and powerful, and Dornan stares wide-eyed, his gaze slipping down my body, lower and lower, with a burning heat that licks against my skin.

"Fuck, Celine."

"Yeah, Dornan. It's time to fuck Celine."

Pushing him back with a hand in the middle of his chest, his legs meet the edge of my mattress. He sits, and I place a leg on either side of his thick thighs, urging him back on my soft comforter. Unfastening my bra is quick and easy, and his hands react with swift reflexes to cup my breasts. I grind against the hard ridge of his cock, tipping back my head, letting my body feel the way. With breathtaking speed, he rolls me to my back and looms over me, his wavy hair losing its formal style and flopping messily over his forehead.

"You're rushing, Celine."

Oh, he wants to take his time.

But taking his time means I have time to think, and I don't want to do that. I want harsh and mindless fucking. I want Dornan to be okay with treating me like Eddie used to so I can get off and then get on with my life. Anything else will seep into my bones and make mefeel, and I can't cope with that. I don't have the strength not to crack open and weep.

"I'm ready, Dornan. I don't need warming up. Just give it to me."

"Jesus…" His eyes roam my face as though he can't quite get to grips with this really happening between us.

I fumble with his jeans, my fingers feeling as coordinated as sausages. He finds a condom in his pocket, and I don't object. More talk at this moment only has the potential to destroy it.

When I've succeeded in wrapping my fingers around his cock, I groan in satisfaction. Dornan's big, and his cockmatches in every perfect way. He’s thick and long and my fingertips don't meet as I give it three testing strokes.

"Fuck…" He grits his teeth like he's raging, not enjoying himself. Then his hands become frenzied, shoving down my panties until there's nothing between us. I tug his hips, urging him forward as he sucks each of my nipples into hardened points. His cock is so broad that I have to drop my legs wide to accommodate just the tip, and when he pushes inside me an inch, he groans with deep satisfaction.

This is what I need. To be filled to the brim. To be owned by greedy hands and an even greedier mouth. To forget everything that came before.

"Celine." Dornan groans into my neck. His hips grind into me, deep and then deeper. I cling to his broad shoulders, breathing in his scent and tasting his salty skin.

"Dornan." His name on my tongue tastes strange because we're friends, not lovers. But now we're something in between.

He pushes me up the bed, the power in his thrusts knocking the breath from my lungs. He fucks like he plays ball, with dedicated precision and the power of two men, staring down at me like he realized he's lost in the wilderness and needs to find a way out.

I feel the same way.

"Please," I whisper as my neck arches and my whole body draws tight. "Please."

Dornan grunts as he gives me everything he has, and I come and come and come, shattered, and spent, seeing stars in the pulsing blackness behind my eyelids.

He releases with an almighty groan that will probably wake my neighbors, but I don't care. He's glorious. Disheveled and beautiful. Like an angel dropped to earth only to be corrupted by me.

I touch his face, and his skin is burning. He turns hisface into my palm and kisses the center, and it's tender and sweet, just like his smile.

"That was…"

"It was," I agree. Perfect. Ecstatic. Glorious. So many words to describe what Dornan just did to me.

But now it's over, and we need to disengage. It's time to go back to the way we were before.

Friends.

Friends who do each other favors.

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