Page 15 of One Room Vacancy
His forehead rests against mine, breath warm on my mouth.
“Jesus,” he mutters. “You feel so fucking good.”
I clench around him, just to be a menace. “You gonna move or just lay there like it’s a sleepover?”
His laugh is rough, ragged. “You’re unbelievable.”
But he pulls back, hips rolling once before snapping forward again—and that’s all it takes.
My head drops back with a moan I don’t stifle in time.
He sets a rhythm, steady and deep, every stroke drawing something out of me I can’t hide. The slap of skin on skin echoes, soft and filthy, in the quiet room, the air thick with heat and breath and everything we’re not saying.
I wrap my legs around his waist, dragging him in closer, tighter.
“Goddamn, Sage,” he groans. “You want all of me or what?”
I bite his shoulder, just enough to leave a mark. “Always have.”
It slips out too easily.
His pace falters, just a fraction.
But then he catches it again, hands gripping my hips harder now, like he’s chasing the high instead of the meaning.
Good.
So am I.
“Always have,” I repeat, but this time it’s sharper, a challenge. “You just didn’t notice because your head was too far up your own ass.”
He groans, fucking into me harder. “Jesus, Sage.”
“What?” I pant. “Don’t like hearing the truth while you’re balls-deep in it?”
His head drops to my shoulder, breath hot. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”
“And yet,” I gasp, rolling my hips up to meet his next thrust, “here you are.”
He growls. Actually growls. “Yeah. Here I fucking am.”
One hand leaves my hip, slips between us, fingers finding my clit and circling hard enough to make my vision blur.
My mouth falls open. A moan tears from my throat before I can swallow it.
“God, you’re so fucking loud,” he mutters. “Bet the whole floor can hear you.”
“Good,” I choke out. “Let them know it’s you making me come.”
His rhythm stutters—he wasn’t ready for that.
But I meant it.
I’m past the point of pretending now.
Because if this is the last time, if this is all I get before he goes back to her, I want it burned into him.
Every sound. Every word. Every part of me he can’t unfeel.
