Page 4 of Unpredictable

Before I can even think to respond, his mouth is there. My legs instinctively close around his head while I try not to squirm from the onslaught of sensations running through my body.

One hand slides up, pushing my stomach down to keep me still. His other hand, not one to be left out, snakes its way between my legs before two of his long, talented fingers slip inside. After two short thrusts, he curves them to hit my G-spot.

All rational thoughts leave my brain as he works my body the way that only he knows how. The pressure builds inside me, like a tight wire ready to snap at any given moment.

I hear the sounds coming out of my mouth, but I can’t focus on the words being said. My hands curl into Sterling’s hair as I climb closer to that high that I never want to come down from. I let out a primal noise as stars burst behind my eyes.

As I come down, I feel my body continue to jerk. When my head starts to clear, I realize Sterling is still between my legs, lazily lapping at my clit. Each contact from his tongue sends a jolt through my body.

I barely manage to push him away as I gasp for breath. He climbs onto the bed next to me and chuckles as he kisses my cheek before whispering in my ear, “Had enough of me yet?”

I turn my head towards him, capturing his lips with mine. My hands hastily undo his zipper as I clumsily swing my leg over him.

“Whoa. Careful there, V,” Sterling says as I straddle his body.

“Shut the fuck up. If this pussy is yours, then this dick—” I pull him out, preening at the hiss he lets out as I slowly pump my hand up and down his length. “—is mine.”

His eyes darken at my words. I don’t let him say another word. I sink onto him quickly, quieting whatever witty comeback he had planned. I start moving on top of him, but he flips me quickly before pulling out.

“Fuck. Condom.” Sterling’s breath is ragged as he reaches into his nightstand to pull one out.

“Shit. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

I expect him to be pissed, but instead he turns back to me with a cocky smile. “I tend to do that to women.”

He goes to enter me again, but I push back. “Women, huh?”

He leans in and gives me a quick peck. “Not women. Only you, babe.”

Part of me knows he meant what he said, but the other part, the pathetic one who keeps forgetting that this is temporary, chooses to forget it.

“Fuck me, Sterling.”

He thrusts into me without another word. What starts as slow and methodical, quickly picks up pace. As I feel myself chasing my next orgasm, I dig my nails in his back. He hisses as the pain hits him, but it doesn’t slow him down.

“You marking me, baby? Want everyone to know I’m yours? You think you can claim me like that?” His words, while harsh, turn me on even more. He doesn’t stop me from digging my nails deeper, instead encouraging me. “That’s it. Leave those marks. I’ll leave some of my own.”

He leans down and kisses along my neck. It isn’t until I feel a bit of pain mixed with my pleasure that I realize what he meant—not that I could stop him now. I crash over the edge once again as he grunts his own release while sucking hard on my neck.

He continues to lie on top of me while we recover before flipping over and lying on his back.

“I think I drew blood.” I break the silence as I look at my hands.

“I left a huge-ass hickey on your neck. I think we’re even.” He leans over and kisses the still tender spot on my neck.

“You asshole. At least you can cover yours.” My hand reaches up to cover the spot.

“Maybe I don’t want you to cover yours.” He winks. “I need to go back down there. Feel free to use my bathroom to clean up.”

Like a flip of a switch, cold and distant Sterling is back. Just like every time we have sex.

I watch as he shuts the door, leaving me lying alone in his bed. I know I need to get up and leave. As much as I want to stay, he always kicks me out before the morning. Or he ghosts me before I wake up, leaving me reaching across a cold bed.

Allowing myself one more moment to lie in the comfort of his bed and wish for things to be different, I cuddle into his bedding, basking in his scent.

???

Stretching my hand over my head, feeling completely spent, I hear a crinkle come from behind my shoulder. I sit up and find a piece of paper. Glancing around the room, I realize I must have fallen asleep. My gaze lands on the bathroom door, where I assume Sterling is since I can hear the shower running. Slowly, I unfold the paper.

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