Page 203 of Hide and Keep

“I’m not too big? You’re pretty tiny. I wasn’t sure—”

“My body’s good with the impossible, remember?” I reassure him. He hasnoreason to be insecure about his dick. Not with me. I’m obstinately obsessed with him. Whether his dick was two inches or two feet, I’d love it so long as it was mine.

And right now, it is. Finally.

Major Danger’s cock is mine.

Now my smile matches his.

“Your pussy…” Sounding like he’s out of breath, he rocks into me, hitting my cervix and making me gasp. “Your pussy feels like it was made specifically for me, hugging my cock so tight, so warm, so fucking good… Jesus Christ!”

There’s another knock at the door and I shush Crue.

He groans. “I’m not pulling out one fucking inch. I don’t give a fuck. You’re gonna have to come on my cock just like this.”

I don’t want him to pull out either. Unless the custodian shows up with the keys, then he’ll have to.

“Just keep doing that,” I whisper breathily.

Our eyes holding each other’s the entire time, he stays deliciously deep, rolling his hips into me rather than thrusting in and out.

“Show me how to touch your clit.”

“You…don’t know how?”

“I don’t know how to touchyours. Show me whatyoulike.”

“We don’t have a lot of time here.”

“Fuck time. You’re all that exists right now.”

It’s a travesty I’ll never get to kiss Crue again, not just because he was good at it, but because there’s never been another person I’ve wanted to kiss more. And there never will be.

I reach down to swirl my middle finger over my clit, pressing harder at the top than at the bottom.

Crue’s hand covers mine, his middle finger draped along mine, feeling exactly what I’m doing. A few rotations, then he’s nudging me out of the way to take over, using the same amount of pressure.

My jaw drops, the need for air more prudent than a moment ago. Why are we so out of breath? We’re both in better shape than this. I give Crue a hard time, but he’s been improving every time he runs with me.

“Shit, Ever. Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are right now? I could flood your cunt with cum just watchingyou like this.” His other hand grabs a handful of my hair and twists my head so he can say against the shell of my ear, “Now show me how you kiss.”

Despite the warm pleasure spreading up my body like ivy, those words have me freezing up like a block of ice. “I didn’t agree—”

“Not me. Fuck!” He drops his head on another guttural groan.

I ease my muscles a fraction…only to tighten them all over again, earning the same reaction.

His gaze returns to mine. “Unless you want me to nut before you get the chance, you better relax your fucking cunt.”

At no point does Crue pause the circles on my clit, so I want to believe him. I just don’t understand.

“How else am I supposed to show you how I kiss if I—”

“The mirror,” he grits.

I arch an eyebrow beforeslowlyreleasing my tight grip on his shaft.

“You want me to kiss a mirror?”

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