dark and full of hunger.
"Fuck me," Conner. "Take what you need and give me what I need." Her nails claw across my shoulder blades as she drops her face to the crook of my neck and bites down on my skin.
"Fuck, Kennedy."
I pull out of her and she tenses, but I don't disappoint her. Instead, I thrust back inside.
"Oh God, Conner. You feel so good. So fucking good," she breathes in my ear. "Keep going. I want to come all over your cock." Her lips kiss every bit of skin she can reach as I continue thrusting inside her.
All I can think about is her, the pain and pleasure as they mix together threatening to consume me. Her cries of pleasure and begs for more fill my ears and make me desperate. I want to hear her scream, I want to hear her lose control and cling to me as she falls.
I want to make her shatter.
It's a freeing feeling. One that I've been so desperate for.
I piston my hips faster as my orgasm approaches. Her muscles pull me tighter, milking it out of me until I snap.
Slipping my hand between us, I find her clit and pinch.
"Conner," she screams as she clamps down on my cock so tight that I have no choice but to fall. Thankfully she's right there with me.
"Oh fuck," I roar, dropping my head to the crook of her neck and riding out the release I've needed for weeks. "I love you, Kenny. I love you so fucking much," I whisper once the last wave has subsided.
I don't move. I can't. The feeling of her wrapped around me. Being skin on skin. It's too much.
"Conner, look at me. Please."
Unable to deny her, I pull my face free and look into her eyes. Whatever she sees makes her gasp before she lifts her hands and wipes the tears from my cheeks that I didn't even realize had fallen.
"Conner," she breathes, her brow creasing as we continue to stare at each other.
"Thank you," I whisper, but I feel like a fucking tool when all she does is throw her head back and laugh.
For those few seconds, I feel like a fucking king. That is, until I unwrap her legs from my body, allow her to stand on her own, and take a step back.
Then reality comes crashing down. She's covered in smears of my blood, dirt from the floor and my touch. The fear that I'm becoming all too familiar with starts to claw inside me.
"Conner, no," she warns, clearly seeing what's happening in front of her eyes. She takes both my hands in hers and presses the length of her body against mine. "I wanted that. I wanted you. Do not twist this into anything else."
"Kenny," I breathe, dropping my forehead to hers and closing my eyes for a beat. "Do you have any idea how incredible you are?"
She shrugs. I hate that she can't see what I see.
"You fucking slay me, K."
"You're pretty awesome too, I guess."
"You guess?" I ask, a smirk pulling at my lips. "Did you not see me just win out there?"
"I did, babe." Her eyes darken as she thinks back, putting ideas in my head that I don't need while standing in this disgusting attempt at a dressing room.
"Get dressed," I demand.
"But—" she starts to argue, but I cut her off.
"This isn't over, K. But in order for that to happen, we need to get out of here. Anyone could..." I glance at the door as voices pass by.
"Uh... yeah, you're probably right."
"Probably right? I'm always right."
She shakes her head at me and laughs.
Barely two minutes later, we're walking out of the building. I've got Kenny pulled into my side as tight as I possibly can.
She turned up here to fight for me. My chest swells, warmth running through my veins. She did that for me, for us.
Now I've just got to hope that she's managed to rid me of the demons that were haunting me every time we've been together. Although, I fear that might be wishful thinking.
"So what now?" Kenny asks, her hand locked in mine as we head back toward the Bay.
"Now? We're gonna clean up, and then we're going to do it all over again."
"We are, huh?
“Probably a few times." Dropping her hand to my thigh, I brush it up until she has no choice but to wrap her fingers around my hard length.
I don't need to look over to know she's smiling.
"You weren't expecting much sleep