Page 43 of Fall Apart

I raise my eyebrows at him and reach for the waistband of his sweatpants. “I can think of another way you could shut me up.”

For the slightest moment, his brows furrow and there’s a look of doubt in his face. Whatever it was, it doesn’t last long. That cocky, blazing intensity is back in his eyes and he grins at me so wickedly I’m almost afraid about what he has in mind. “I told you. This isn’t for me,Lizzy. This is all aboutyou. Now sit back.” His voice is low and full of gravel. It’s rough and commanding like that night in the bar.

He straightens up on his knees, shimmying his sweats down enough to let his cock spring free before sitting back again.

Oh. Shit.

I assumed he waslargebased on what I saw at the hot tub and the way he was straining against his sweats tonight. And he is. Thick, veiny, and lengthy. He would be a challenge, a funchallenge,to fit. And I don’t back down from a challenge.

I reach towards him, eagerly wanting to grab him. I’m startled when one of his big hands bats mine away. “No.” He growls at me. “Sit. Fucking. Back.” He puts one hand squarely on my chest, flicking his wrist and pushing me back into the pillows with no effort.

I cross my arms and huff, glaring back at him. “You’re no fun.”

He lets out a low, mischievous laugh. “I never said I’d be fun.” He rests one hand on his knee and grins down at me. “I told you you’re so fucking special. Now I want you towatchwhat you do to me. I want you toseehow you make me feel. You’re going to remember that you’re more than enough.”

I watch as he grips his length with his other hand, slowly working it up and down. His eyes dart back and forth between my breasts, my still very wet and sensitive pussy, my lips, and my eyes.

Holy shit. This is…intimate.

My eyes do the same, struggling to decide where to look. His flexed abs, the forearm that’s straining from stroking himself, his dimples, or his smoldering green eyes.

“I knew you were extra. I knew you were a brat.” He grunts while he strokes his cock. His eyes stay fixed on mine, burning into me.

“I knew I wanted you to push my buttons to my limit and then I was going to enjoy shutting you up with my cock in that pretty little mouth when you finally made me snap.” His other hand grips his knee harder and his tattooed knuckles whiten.

I nod and grin back. “What else did you want?”

He grins and bares his teeth while still stroking himself. “I’ve done this so many times thinking about fucking you so hard the only word coming out of your mouth would be my name.”

His chest heaves faster and his breathing quickens. It’s so hot seeing him start to unravel and let go like this. I know I’ve thought about him like this, but knowing he’s done it too makes my throat go dry and my thighs clench.

“Oh yeah? And where did you want to come when you thought about me?”

His eyes flitter all over my body. “On your tits, buried in your tight cunt, in your mouth, wherever you want me to. You have no idea what it was doing to me knowing you were on the other side of my bedroom wall with that fucking toy.”

My mind races, thinking that he might have been thinking about me the same time I was thinking about him, at night and alone in bed with only a wall between us.

“Then come on me. I want to watch.” I pucker my lips and air kiss at him.

His eyes close for a second as he strokes faster. Then his eyes lock back on mine.

“Fuck, Lizzy.” He leans forward, putting himself between my thighs. He strokes himself hard. His whole body is flexed and coiled like he’s going to erupt in pleasure at any second. “Do you see what you do to me? I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

I stretch my legs out and wrap them around his waist, pulling him closer to me. I want to see him let go. He’s right. Knowing that he wants me this bad is so satisfying. But knowing that he wants me to watch is even better.

“Good. I want your cum on me. Show me.” He strokes harder and I look down to watch as he grunts. He props himself over me with his free hand. His flexed and strained forearm, the veins in his abs and that muscular V running down to his cock, everything bringing my eyes back to him when he comes apart. He lets go of rope after rope of warm cum on my stomach and chest and I savor the view of his body letting go.

He leans down, his mouth craving mine. My tongue searches for his, but he pulls back, pressing his forehead to mine. Our bodies are pressed together and I realize there’s something weirdly hot about a man not afraid to touch his own cum.

He pulls back further, making my body instantly crave his warmth again. “Come on. Let’s clean up.”

“What? No warm towel service?” I tease.

He shakes his head and grumbles something under his breath. Before I can say anything though, he scoops me into his arms and carries me out of bed. I can’t help but giggle all the way to the en suite bathroom.

He starts the shower, waiting for the temperature to be just right before pulling us both in.

“Ok. This is better than towel service.” I look into his eyes, but he doesn’t seem amused. He just grabs my body wash and scrubs me. I take a dab of it and do the same to him.

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