palms smooth up my stomach, and when he brushes his thumbs across my nipples, I close my eyes, my head falling back.
Soon, I feel the urge to move faster, so I sit forward, using his shoulders for leverage as I lift up, then slowly slide back down, then repeat the motion.
“Just like that,” Thayer praises, his hands guiding my movements. “Good girl.” His words spur me on, and I start to move faster, needing more as pain gives way to pleasure. I brace my hands on his shoulders, keeping him close as I roll my hips. His hard stomach presses against my clit, giving me the friction that I need, and when his tongue flicks out against my nipple, I feel myself clench around him, eliciting a groan from him. They’ve always been sensitive, but now they’re even more so. I could orgasm from his mouth on me alone.
“You keep doing that and I’m not going to last long,” he warns.
“Neither am I,” I confess, leaning forward to bring my nipple to his lips again. This time, his teeth scrape over my piercing and then he’s pulling it deep into his mouth, sucking hard. It sends a jolt straight down to my core and I feel myself tightening around him again.
“Oh my God,” I whine. I don’t even recognize my own voice. I don’t sound like me. I sound like some sex-crazed, needy version of myself, but I’m past caring. Thayer sucks harder and a rush of heat floods me as I feel myself grow even slicker.
“Fuck this,” Thayer curses, flipping me over, then he’s sliding back into me. I gasp, my hips lifting off the couch as he pumps into me. “Listen to how wet you are.” He hooks my ankles over his shoulders, one of his knees on the ground and one pressing into the cushion as he fucks me, like he’s trying to get deeper. As if he’s not already imbedded in the deepest parts of me.
“Thayer,” I warn. I can feel it building. His hair is wet with sweat, and his neck is corded with exertion. My hands smooth up his back to curl over his muscular shoulders, pulling him close to me.
“Do it,” he says, already knowing. “Come all over me.”
He slips a hand between us to stroke my clit and that’s all it takes. My head swims and my entire body tingles as I cry out, my nails digging into his damp skin before raking down his back. Thayer sucks in a breath and I quickly let go, thinking I hurt him, but then he takes one of my hands, putting it back where it was. I drag my nails down his back again and his mouth falls open, eyes squeezing shut. Using my free hand, I pull his face to mine, sucking on the twin piercings in the corner of his lip. Thayer tenses up before he slams into me once, twice, three times, and then he’s pulling out, his fist pumping his length, the muscles in his stomach flexing as his release spills onto my thigh.
He collapses onto me, his breathing ragged. His cheek presses against my chest and he’s still halfway off the couch as we both attempt to catch our breath, the weight of what we just did finally creeping in. Eventually, he scoops me up, then flips our positions so I’m lying on top of him. He reaches an arm up to snatch the blanket off the back of the couch, spreading it over us. It’s only big enough to cover our feet up to my lower back, but Thayer is like a furnace beneath me, so it doesn’t matter.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No.” Yes.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.” No.
To be honest, I don’t know what I’m feeling. So many emotions overwhelm me at once, making it hard to settle on one. If I had to pick an adjective, I’d go with…nervous. I’ve been waiting for this moment for three years, and it was better than anything I’ve ever been able to conjure up in my imagination, but what now? Is this where Thayer turns cold and leaves me again?
But then I feel his finger trace my spine up and down then back again, sending a shiver through me as goosebumps prick my skin. I relax a little, melting into him.
I follow the branch-like design that crawls down his arm with the tips of my fingers. That night was one of the worst in my life—it had to be up there for