Page 82 of To Catch a Firefly

Chapter 28

Lucky

This table is the perfect height.

It’s an errant thought, but one I latch onto, because otherwise I might float away.

Ellis’s dick is big. The wholeguyis big; let’s be honest. I’ve never quite felt anything like it, butGod, was I ready. I was so ready for him. It feels like I’ve been waiting a lifetime. A decade, at the very least, ever since I was a teenager who figured out exactly how not-quite-friendly my feelings were for my friend.

My friend.My…something so much more.

Ellis stretched me enough, so there’s no pain. No discomfort. But there’s a big something taking up residence inside my body, like a tidal wave rushing steadily toward shore. It’s alarming, the gravity of what I’m feeling. How muchmorethis is than any other fuck I’ve had.

Because it’s not just a fuck.

It’s not.

Ellis stares down at me as he moves, his focus absolute. There’s a small bead of sweat on his forehead, dampening a strand of his hair, and his eyes are endless and brown. Beyond him are the fireflies, like little sentinels shining down their light. It’s beautiful, all of it. Ellis. The twinkling lights above him. Even the smooth wooden table under my ass. It’s like a rustic dream, cast from a fairy tale.

I realize I’m focusing on every single thing apart from what Ellis is doing to me, but that’s because if I do—if I think about what his cock feels like, if I think about the way his hips are slapping my ass and how his fingertips are digging into me as if he can’t bear not holding on as tight as humanly possible—I might shatter. I might just blow apart into a million tiny fragments, and I’m not ready. I’m not ready for this to end.

“Luck,” Ellis croaks.

“Yeah,” I breathe out, dragging my fingers through the hair at the sides of his head. His ass cheeks flex under my heels, and he leans forward, dropping a hand near my shoulder. Every time he slams into me, I jump an inch up the table, but he pulls me right back down.

“Am I…” he says, his chest heaving as he stares at my face. “Is… Okay?”

Oh God.

“You’re perfect,” I tell him honestly. “So good. I—ahh. You feel so good, baby.Fuck. I’m just trying not to come.”

His face flashes in confusion.

“Not ready,” I explain. “Not—God.Kiss me.”

He slows, scooping his hands beneath my shoulders. He lifts my entire upper body off the workbench, hands dragging up my back to my neck, arms holding me steady as our bodies press together and his fingers thread into my hair.

I nearly go off right then.

I feel drugged as Ellis drops his head, fitting our lips together. I cling to him, my heart racing so fast I can hear it in my ears. He doesn’t move for a few endless moments, his cock stilled inside my body, allowing me the chance to come down.

“Eighteen,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine.

“What?”

“I was eighteen…” There’s a pause, and Ellis’s fingers curl lazily against my scalp. “The first time I thought…about this.”

“Fucking me?” I ask quietly.

He nods, nose brushing mine before he nudges at my cheek. His hands slip down my body, leaving my hair and roaming over my back, down to the swell of my ass. I hang on to him tighter.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask, drifting my fingers along his skin.

He shakes his head slightly. “Didn’t understand it. Was…scared.”

I get that last part.

“I asked you once, though,” I recall. “Later, I asked if you were attracted to guys, and you said no.”

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