Page 118 of Crash & Burn

We aren’t kissing against his truck at ten o’clock at night. We aren’t standing in some random parking lot. We aren’t supposed to be cleaning my apartment so it is ready for our friends.

It is just us, and our need to be each other’s.

“I need you,” Eddie says against my lips. “Now.” I need him too. So badly. More now than ever, now that I know I am moments away from falling in love with this man.

“I don’t know if we want our first time to end in an arrest for public indecency, raindrop.”

“Then you better sit in that seat like a good girl, so I can focus on driving and getting us back to your place before I fuck you right here against my truck.”

The ride home is a blur because my focus was on resisting the urge to tell Eddie to pull the truck over. We stumble into my apartment, shutting the door behind us. We don’t even make it to the couch or the bed, ending up at the kitchen island. The same place we were when this whole mess started.

Eddie’s lips are on mine, and he makes quick work of my jean shorts, unbuttoning them with one hand, the other gripping my neck to keep my lips on his. My hands go straight to his belt buckle, shamelessly fumbling with it because I can’t work quickly enough.

“We don’t have a lot of time,” I say, as my jean shorts fall to the floor. Left in only my underwear and top that doesn’t cover much. We have already had the talk of birth control and how both of us are clean, having been awhile since our last sexual encounters before each other.

The anticipation is killing me and, quite frankly, has been for weeks now.

Eddie’s lips find my neck, his tongue swirling on the sensitive skin as he loops an arm around my waist to hold me in place as his other hand finds the hem of my underwear.

“You’re wet for me, aren’t you? Have you been thinking about this all night, sunshine?” His words elicit a pressure in my stomach, and my underwear is soaked. His fingers feel me through the cotton before slipping his hand into my underwear, a groan escaping his mouth as he continues kissing up my neck until he finds my lips again.

“You’re going to ride my fingers until your sweet, little pussy is ready for my cock,” he demands as his finger slowly circles my clit, making me moan into his mouth.

I’m already so close, his words having an intense effect on me. He is in control tonight, and I don’t care. There is no use fighting when it feels so good to give in to him.

His finger finds my entrance, pushing into me in a slow thrust, and I almost lose it right there. “Good girl,” he coos as he adds a second finger, stretching me so I am ready for him.

My back is against the kitchen island, my hands holding onto the cool granite as he pushes into me. I’m too lost in his touch, my kisses become sloppy, so Eddie moves his lips on my neck, my chest, and the tops of my breasts. The movement of his fingers along with the feel of his lips all over my body is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

He slowly retracts his fingers before using his arm around my waist to turn me around, pressing my front into the counter, and slightly pulling me back by the hips.

“What a gorgeous sight, sunshine,” he says into my ear, my back against his front. “You’re almost ready,” he says as he pushes two fingers inside of me from the back, faster this time, a sense of urgency as he pumps into me.

“Now,” I moan. “Please. I’m so close.”

“I love it when you beg. Your wish is my command.” I hear the shuffling of his pants behind as he lowers his jeans down enough to release himself. I look over my shoulder to see him fist his cock.

“Hold on to the counter, baby.” I lean forward, holding myself in place against the kitchen island as he aligns his erection with my center. He begins to push into me before retreating, then going back in a little more, repeating this as I adjust to his size.

“It’s a lot,” I say, not knowing if I can take it.

“We’ll make it fit.”

Then he thrusts into me and I feel all of him. I let out a gasp as he lets out a moan, and I’m ruined.

Eddie Ramirez has officially ruined me.

“Fuck, Mia. Look at you, taking all my cock. Keep holding onto the counter.” He pumps into me, grabbing my hips in his hands, hitting me in the perfect spot, and I feel my release growing closer and closer. I’m seconds away from falling apart.

“Eddie,” I beg, not sure what for.

“I wish I could fuck you all night, but we have company on the way, so I’m going to need you to come on my cock like a good girl.”

His words are what I need to fall over the edge, my release coming so hard I see stars behind my closed-lids.

“There you go, sunshine,” he says through his teeth. “Fuck, it is like you were made for me. Let it all out.” His hips keep rocking into me, harder and harder as I come back to reality. His movements get sloppy as he chases his own release.

“Your turn, raindrop,” I tease. “Give it to me.”

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