Page 20 of Off Limits PUCK

He steps to me, chest to chest. “Oh trust me, Allison. I know that more than you do. I live in this body every day. I feel the pain. I live with the unknown–will I ever heal? I don’t need your holier than thou attitude in my face. I know I have to heal and I know not to fall into a pit of depression.” He brushes past me to the bathroom. “I’ll get in the tub myself. I don’t need your help with that. Close the door on your way out.”

I stand in his darkened bedroom as his bathroom door closes with a click. I can feel my heart pounding. His words make meeven more determined to force him to push forward. He makes bold declarations when I push him into it. But his daily—his hourly—choices don’t reflect any urgency. I stomp my foot. He is infuriating.

I flip my ponytail over my shoulder and march to his bathroom door. I throw it open like a gladiator ready for battle. What I see is Jake standing naked by the quickly filling tub. He glances at me like I’m a fly to be brushed off. I try not to look at his cock, but when he takes it in his hand and strokes it, I have to take a peek. Fuck. Why is that happy trail of blonde curls so sexy? Why is his cock so damn big?

“I’m going to get off, and I don’t need you watching,” he says casually, haughtily even. “You irritate me more than any woman ever has. Did you know that?” He steps toward me. He’s so close I can reach out and take that cock in my mouth.

Instead, I glare up at him. “Yeah? Well, you—”

I don’t get another word out. He’s ducked his head down and is kissing me. And damn it, I like it!

I swat his hand away and take that cock in my hand as if it’s mine to do with as I please, all while bringing my other hand up around his neck and forcing our kiss to deepen. I stroke him hard, feeling arousal in my pussy. My clit begs for attention, so I rub the tip of his cock against me over my pants, moaning like a wanton woman the whole time. As it always is with him, I don’t care what I look like or sound like—I’m lost in the moment, lost in this man.

I’m angry at him, disappointed, even, but I can’t help the way I feel—I want him. I need him. It’s always been this way. And I can’t keep fighting it. The crush I once felt has grown into something far more insistent and dangerous.

Dangerous because of the two of us here, only one could get hurt.

It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the one is me.

Chapter twelve

Jake

Idon’t even tryto resist. It’s inevitable. She’s in my arms and her hand is on my cock. I feel my cock’s head rubbing against her shorts, knowing she’s wet for me underneath. I push my tongue in her mouth, her grip on the back of my neck unforgiving.

My hands move to her clothes, leaving her in her bikini underneath. I grasp the smooth skin off her ass, biting at her lips as she breaks the kiss. My eyes are closed as she strokes me, then the feel of her mouth surrounds my cock and I grunt, eyes flying open.

Allie is on her knees, wriggling out of her bikini, breasts bouncing as she teases my cock, taking me deep. Her lips kiss and suck me until I know I’m going to cum.

“Allie, stop,” I groan out. “I want to—” I pause, my mind clear enough from the haze of pleasure to know I don’t want to fuck her. I want to make love to her. How did it come to this? Can I even say those words out loud? They feel foreign to me.

She reaches out and flicks the water off, sliding her teeth along my cock until it pops out of her mouth.

“If we’re going to have sex, then I’m going to do all the work.” Her eyes leave no room for argument.

I wink at her, lifting her up with my good arm. “Half the work.”

I carry her to my bed and sit on the edge with her in my lap. Her naked pussy is full of arousal and hunger for me. She dances on my cock, teasing me until I growl.

“I will cum right now,” I warn her, capturing her pink nipples with my mouth, one by one. I feel her shift on my lap and she lifts up before slowly sliding down on my cock.

Our eyes meet in that now-familiar lustful gaze. She lets her lips part as she moans as her walls stretch around my girth. One hand is on my bum arm, forcing it to lay by my side, and the other is on my good shoulder, using it as leverage to grind and move on my cock. She’s so lost in the moment, so primal in her movements.

I bite her shoulder gently and then her neck, finding her lips and kissing her. “Why are we like this?” I ask against her lips. “Why are we crazy?”

Her eyes glaze over as she finds her orgasm. She silences me with a shudder, moving up and down faster and faster. I rest my forehead against her shoulder, each attempt to help her by moving my hips is met with resistance. She wants me to be still. But all I want to do is ravage her.

“Yes, that’s it,” I say, feeling a tightness in my core. I’m going to cum and it’s going to be big, all the pent up energy from the day building in my body.

I feel her hard nipples brush against my face as she uses her thighs and knees to thrust me into her again and again, lifting up and then coming down on my raging hard cock. My good hand cups her ass as I bury my face in those soft breasts. Finally, I’m there. I release into her, my hand gripping her hip to make her stop her movements. I growl out her name, sending goosebumps across her creamy skin.

“No. Not yet,” I say huskily as she tries to get off of me. “Stay.”

I want her on me, near me, her arms around my neck. I feel safe here, as if the uncertainty of the future doesn’t exist. As if everything is as it should be… the opposite of my reality.

Finally, I grow soft in her and she lifts just so to let me slip out. I want to carry her to the tub and put her in the warm water, washing her skin with my bare hands, feeling every inch of her.

But that’s not real life. In real life, I’m no prince charming. I’m an injured athlete. An invalid. And when she slides off me andholds her hand out to lead me into the bathroom, something dies a little inside me. Part of my masculinity.

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