Page 7 of Leave Me Behind
I whimper and the sound draws his attention back to my lips. He brings himself over me and whispers against my lips, “I like it hard.” His brows are pinched with concentration and his thrusts are so painfully slow that my hips move of their own volition, trying to get him to burrow deeper inside of me.
My core throbs at his words and I nod, drunk with lust.
I feel his grin over my lips and let out a gasp as he rolls me onto my side. He remains on his knees and settles between my thighs. He pulls my right leg up vertically with his chest. Good thing I’m flexible or this would’ve been painful. His cruel smile tells me he’s having the same thought.
“Fuck, your body is perfect.”
He wraps his hand around my upper thigh and presses the other around my waist. Then he thrusts into me ruthlessly. My cry is instant and I have to smother it by pressing my hand to my lips. The moans are just as loud, though. Bradshaw only lets out low grunts as he fucks me harder than I’ve ever been before. His muscles are flexed and working so effortlessly. He’s a god in human skin.
Those merciless eyes stare down at me shamelessly, enjoying the twist of my expression between pleasure and pain. He stops for a second and flips me on my stomach, then resituates himself back inside me before he drags his hand down the length of my arm and cinches his fingers around my wrist. I moan as he wriggles his hips and his dick stirs up my pussy. He fills me to the brim, to the deepest parts of my abdomen and it feels so fucking good.
So good that I hardly notice when he pulls my wrist over my head and pins it to the sheets and wraps his other hand around my neck. I gasp, temporarily startled because he’s completely dominating me, but he jerks his hips into me and my breath swiftly turns into a cry of pleasure.
He grinds further inside me until we’re flush and his pumps slow, pulling all the way out before pushing to the hilt once more with enough force to make me scream each time, over and over until my eyes are lolling. He has me gasping and crying out like this is the first time I’ve been fucked.
“Oh my God!” I cry as my hips tremble, coming all over his cock. He doesn’t let up. My next orgasm is already building back up. I’m not sure how much more I can handle.
Bradshaw drags his hand up my throat and to my mouth, forcing two fingers between my lips and breathing against my ear. “What God? Tonight, you only scream and cry for me. No God will bear witness to what I make of you.” My eyes flutter shut at his words and I suck on his fingers.
He chuckles and ruts into me harder. I cry out again, fisting the sheets and biting down on his fingers. He groans and slides his hand out of my mouth and down my jaw to angle my head back so he can kiss me. He shoves his tongue down inside my mouth and consumes me. Our hot breaths mingle as we devour each other. His thrusts are getting faster and his breath more uneven. My entire body thrums with the release that shoots through my flesh like fire.
I cling to the sheets as he comes a few seconds after me, pressing his hips into mine harder and wrapping his arms around my chest as his engorged cock throbs inside me. He’s all the way against my cervix and pulsing with each jerk he makes. I’ve never been so full and satiated. His teeth clench together and he grunts a couple more times before his body goes lax on top of mine.
Our breaths settle and he rolls us so we’re on our sides. He holds me close against his chest, cock still planted deep inside me. I’d be surprised if the condom didn’t break during that savage fucking. I don’t usually do tender embraces—only Jenkins was allowed to hold me—but since I’m giving myself this one last night of pleasure, I shut my eyes and enjoy it for what it is.
Bradshaw lets his thumb graze my side a few times in long, languid strokes before pressing a kiss to my shoulder. He slides his cock out slowly and I’m left empty. I want to talk with himand get to know him even if it’s just a little. But one look at his cold features has me holding my tongue. He has that detached air about him again like a flip of a switch.
We did what we came here to do.It’s written on his face.
Right. I get my brain on the same level.
I offer him a genuine smile as I stand to pass him on my way to the bathroom. “You were a good fuck. You can see yourself out,” I say with as much resolve as I can. I’d rather be the one to be cold about parting ways than him.
Miraculously, I stop myself from looking back at him one last time. I’ll never forget those cold eyes and his heart-stopping face. The scars that hold a million questions and stories that I’ll never know.
I shut the bathroom door behind me and turn on the shower, sliding in after I see steam rolling through the air.
It was a nice night. Tomorrow, I will be a killer again. I’ll shed the sheep’s clothing and be myself.Today was fun, though,I think as I lather my skin with soap. No matter how undeserving I deem myself of self-indulgence in things that bring me joy. I’d like to think my dead squadmates would encourage me to have a final courtesy before I’m thrown back into the blood and mud.
The door creaks as I’m lathering my hair with shampoo. I rinse my face and wipe my eyes before opening them. A flutter spreads through my stomach and a small gasp escapes my lips.
Bradshaw is in the shower with me, watching me with unreadable eyes.
“Why are you still here?” I ask, not sounding as cruel as I was going for.
The corner of his lip kicks up and he sets a hand on the wall behind me. “No one’s kicked me out before and I didn’t like it.”
I huff out a breath and roll my eyes. His grin only grows.
“I have to get up early, so…”
He bursts out laughing and it shocks me. I legit did not think this man could laugh. I squeeze my hands at my sides at the warmth that spreads through my heart just at the sound of his raspy laugh. Perhaps because, although he’s a stranger, I can tell it is rare. His laughter is unused.
“There it is again. It doesn’t feel good.”
I shift to turn away, but he catches my chin and brings his lips in for a crushing kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes are filled with curiosity and he studies my face intently.
“I thought youweren’t here to get to know me,” I say harshly.
