Page 104 of No One Else

“Take everything off,” I tell her, reaching down to push the seat back as far as it’ll go, giving her more room. It’s a good thing she’s in shape and flexible, because I’m not a small guy and it’s pretty cramped in here.

I toe off the new Nikes I just bought from all the extra shifts I’ve been picking up, and slide my basketball shorts and boxers off. She grabs the hem of my shirt and drags it off over my head, leaving the two of us bare, her core brushing softly against my cock, nothing between us. How easy it would be to slip inside her, have her warm heat fully surrounding me.

Her chest rises and falls heavily, and she deliberately moves further down on me, holding eye contact.

Oh, fuck. To have her ride me bareback, really feel how wet she is... I can’t think about that right now. It’s already hard enough - literally.

I suck in a breath, then make a dive for my wallet, pulling out the condom I’ve kept in there ever since that night in her dorm room when we found ourselves without one.

“Fast and hot tonight,” I tell her as I roll the condom on and grip her hips, settling her over me.

She lowers herself slowly, her eyes filled with lust. “And what if I want it sweet and slow?” she teases.

“Afterward. Right now, I want to fuck you.”

The lust flares into something hotter. True desire. Wanting. Needing. If she’s feeling anything like I am, she must be ready to combust.

“Then fuck me,” she says, fully seating herself on me, shaking her long hair back behind her, pushing her chest out.

I take the opportunity to bend my head down, bringing a perfect breast up to my mouth, licking her greedily, with abandon, as I pump into her from below.

Her hands latch onto my shoulders and she releases a deep groan. “Yes, like that.” She settles into a rhythm on top of me, so deliciously slick as I slide in and out of her, that I have to close my eyes from sensory overload. I’m already dealing with the soft skin of her waist against my fingertips as I grip her tightly, moving her up and down on my length. Her tiny moans the deeper I thrust, growing louder the longer we go. Her clutching at me, leaving little divots in my skin I fucking love, secretly hoping they’ll stay there through the morning. The expression of pure bliss crossing her face, which I know has to be mirrored on mine.

I move my hands into her hair, luxuriating in the heavy tresses, pulling her in for a kiss, reveling in the feel of her. All the guilt over still loving her, even after everything she’d done, has vanished. I hadn’t been able to give her up in my heart. If she had asked me earlier today if I still loved her, rather than if I trusted her, I wouldn’t have been able to say no. But knowing everything I do now, my trust in her is complete, my love even stronger. Knowing she did all that for me... God, is it any wonder I’m so desperately gone for her?

“I’m close,” she whispers against my lips, rocking her hips faster.

I tighten my grip on her, picking up the pace, wanting to get her there, to hear her come for me and me alone.

I know she said she didn’t like the possessive thing before, but she has to know there’s no way I’m ever giving her up after this. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she moans, her nails digging into me, riding me for all she’s worth.

“There’ll be no one else.” I pluck at the hard buds of her nipples, her chest straining toward me.

“No one else,” she repeats, frantic now.

“This is forever.” I reach further down, fingering her clit.

She looks me in the eye as she comes, panting out, “It’s forever.” Her low groan as she works herself on me pushes me over the edge as well and I hold her hips in place as I pump madly, emptying everything of myself into her. My heart. My soul. It’s hers for the taking.

When we’ve both come down from our high, our breaths harsh in the quiet of the car, I pull her mouth to mine again, cupping her face, indulging in the taste of her.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“Love you.” I fit my nose in the crook of her neck, her hair surrounding me like a curtain, her sweet scent making me heady.

We stay like that for untold minutes, keeping close to one another, appreciating this private time together while we can. But all too soon, reality intrudes.

“I have to get back to my dorm,” she says regretfully. “I still have homework to do.”

My elbow knocks into the window as I try to stretch, and I notice her knees are chafed as she lifts off of me and returns to the passenger seat. I can’t spread out like I want to in here, the space too confined. Maybe we could try the backseat next time? I still won’t be able to lay her down like I want to, though. How the hell am I supposed to go down on her? I’m dying to taste her again. And soon. “We need to find a better space. I’m going to talk to my dad. I help pay the bills, I should be entitled to use the house how I want too.”

“I’ll take anywhere with you.” She leans in to kiss me softly, the dreamy, post-coital look in her eyes warming me through.

I drive her to her dorm with promises to meet up before class tomorrow, and then head home, my mood walking back through the door infinitely better than it was when I answered it earlier.

“What’s got a smile on your face?” Dad asks, turning down the volume on the TV as I drop my keys and wallet on the front entryway table.

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