Make Me - Tessa Bailey Page 0,56
thing.”
As always when she climaxed, her heels dug in, hips lifting. He fucking loved knowing that about her. Loved knowing that no one else would ever know but him. Dampness met his fingers as she twisted on the chair. “Russell. Feels so good.”
A drumbeat ricocheted around his skull. He didn’t even register positioning himself between her thighs until he was there, running the head of his dick through her wetness. Need need need. With one hand, he shoved the confining shorts down and felt a hard slap against his thigh. His wallet. Condom. Condom. Jesus, what if he’d forgotten? Hoping Abby hadn’t noticed his almost slip, Russell drew out the leather wallet and ripped out the single condom, opening it with his teeth.
She shifted beneath him. “Do you always carry those with you?”
He marveled over the touch of self-consciousness in her voice. Had he not made it clear as crystal that other girls might as well be invisible for all the attention he paid them? If she hadn’t gotten the message, they weren’t moving forward until she did. “Give me your hand,” he demanded, rising up over her. When she did as he asked without question, he curled her fingers around his dick. “I bought them the night you hurt your ankle.” He watched that sink in. “I knew I’d never be able to say no if we got here. And what is my job, angel?”
“Worrying about me,” she murmured into the near darkness. “Protecting me.”
“That’s right.” Slowly, he thrust his cock into her grip. “Abby’s. That’s Abby’s.”
Eyes unfocused, she grazed his sides with her knees. “Show me.”
Russell rolled on the latex, then fisted his hardness. He pushed the tip inside her, stopping when a shudder wracked him. “I’m afraid to hear you scream. I don’t want to know what a bad scream sounds like from you.” He aligned their bodies, both of their skin having grown slick in the summer heat. “If you need to, do it into my shoulder.”
Abby nodded and placed her lips where he’d indicated. They plumped against his shoulder, reminding him they’d been on his dick just hours earlier. Don’t even think about a replay, or you’ll never last. The anticipation, the excitement in her eyes, the churning need for release clawing to get out became too much, and he shoved deeper, wincing at the tight fit. Something else was happening, too. A bone-deep impulse to ram himself home and lay claim to her in an irreversible way. Dammit, this is what he’d been terrified of. This ever-present conflict when it came to Abby. Never—ever—wanting to harm her while experiencing the sense that she wanted an unknown amount of . . . force.
“Russell, more plea—”
He drove his remaining inches inside Abby, her choked cry splitting the air between them. His instincts propelled him forward to cut it off with his mouth. Comforting words tried to find their way up his throat, but the pleasure choked him, made it impossible to speak. He hadn’t been ready. Never would have been ready for the tight clutch of her pussy, the sensation of her feet digging into his ass. Was she struggling or attempting to move, to get closer? He couldn’t hear or discern a goddamn thing over the rushing between his ears. Wake up, asshole.
“I won’t move. I won’t. Just tell me when—”
“Now. Now, please.”
“Thank fuck,” he growled, rearing back with his hips and fucking into her with a satisfying slap of damp flesh. “Ahhh God. Am I hurting you?” How would he stop if he was? It would be worse than losing a limb. Getting impatient for a response, he pushed her knees up toward her elbows and bore down. “An answer, Abby.”
“A little. It hurts a little.” Her teeth raked over her bottom lip. “But if you stop, it’ll hurt worse. Please.”
Not helping. She was as conflicted as him. “I waited too long. Let it build up too much. All this fucking want.” Another tether inside him snapped loose, setting free the enveloping need to shake the confusion out of them both, force a decision. Russell lost his grip on control, or maybe he did it voluntarily. In one hand, he pinned Abby’s wrists over her head, bringing them face-to-face. A flicker of relief and encouragement made her eyes sparkle. Please don’t let me be imagining it. With the opposite hand, he gripped her jaw and tilted her head back in a single, rough movement. When he spoke, it was right up against her ear.