kiss her again; her lips cling to mine when I pull back.
Fuck yeah …
“Tell me what we are,” I command her before I swoop down to place an openmouthed kiss on the hot, fresh, soap-scented skin of her neck.
“We’re lovers,” she whispers and lifts her arms to twine around my neck.
“We’re fighters,” she says and puts her hands on my belt buckle and unfastens it.
“We’re hunters,” she breathes into my mouth as she unzips my fly and my pants fall.
I grab the full, lush cheeks of her ass and hoist her. Her legs wrap around my waist and I lower her down onto my cock.
“We are each other’s,” I say and lift her off and lower her again.
“Oh my God,” she gasps.
I walk us back to the huge window and press her back against it.
“Yes. Your god. Your king. Your man. Yours,” I say, driving each point home with an upward thrust into her delicious pussy. “Say it.”
She shakes her head. “You haven’t earned it,” she pants. I grin into the hollow at the base of her neck and fuck her harder.
“You feel that?” I ask and press as deep as I can.
“Yessssssss,” she cries and her finger cling into my back, seeking purchase as she starts to come unglued.
I nod. “That’s how deep I’ve buried myself in your heart. You love me. You can’t turn that off, and I won’t let you pretend you have.”
I spin her around and lay her down on the bed. I pull out and kneel next to her.
“Suck me,” I say and fist my hands in her hair. When she wraps a hand around the base of my cock, I hold her head in place and feed her slowly. She swirls her tongue around the tip and hollows her cheeks and sucks me off. My fingers loosen their grip and sift into her hair.
“You give the best fucking head, Confidence.” I fuck her face and she takes it like it’s hers. She holds my gaze and starts to finger herself until her eyes flutter closed. I glance down her body and watch while her finger slips between the bare, fat lips of her pussy. She moans around my cock and the back of her throat vibrates against my head.
“I’m going to come,” I groan.
She sits up and grabs my ass, sucking harder. Her blonde hair brushes the front of my thighs. The sight of her holding on, determined to take what I’m about to give her, sends me over the edge. She takes everything I shoot out, swallows and sucks me until my knees buckle and it takes the concerted effort of every muscle in my body not to fall over.
“Fuck,” I groan when she finally lets me slip from her mouth. I reach for her, but she rolls out from under me and runs to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
“Hey.” I sit up and walk over to the door. I turn the handle and it’s locked.
“No, please, don’t,” she says, her voice breaking.
I touch the door and shake the handle.
“My world feels like it’s crumbling without you, Hayes,” she sobs. “But I am so mad at you and I don’t trust you to take care of me the way I know I want to take care of you.”
I bang my head on the door lightly. Queens shouldn’t cry.
“Please, open the door, Tesoro.” I’m nearly begging.
“I’ve got to keep my head together for tomorrow. I need this job. I can’t afford to be focused on you. I need you to please keep your distance until you can show me you want more than just to fuck me until I feel better.”
“That’s not it—”
“Please. Tomorrow is a really important day,” she implores.
It feels wrong to walk away. But, I want to give her what she’s asking me for. At least for now.
“I’m not giving up on us,” I tell her. “I know I’ve got a lot to learn, but I love you. And we are fucking worth it, Confidence.”
Her silence is my answer and I feel sick leaving her conflicted in the bathroom of a shitty hotel. But I also know she can take care of herself.
So, I get up.
“Call me tomorrow,” I say. The door vibrates when, I assume, her head falls back or forward onto it.
“I will, please …” She sounds tired and … distressed.
My feet feel like they’re weighed down with one hundred pounds of resignation as I walk to the door and leave.
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