Page 25 of Love.V2
I had a handful of brain cells active enough to keep me from screaming his name in the public stairwell. I only had one neighbor on the other side, that older woman, and she seemed nice enough, but she probably didn’t want to come out and see me writhing against my front door, my ex-boyfriend’s hand working literal magic between my legs.
I was hot and desperate, and he felt so good, moving in that way he knew drove me wild every time. Pure bliss.
“You’re so wet. Have you been this wet since the bar?” His breath steamed on the side of my neck, lips nipping and sucking.
I bit my lip, nodding. If I opened my mouth, I’d scream. It had been too long since I’d had him. Even longer since I’d had himlike this.In the last few years, the sex had been fine. Good.
But thisreminded me of sophomore year in college when Dylan had missed a whole midterm because we hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other.
He pumped another finger inside, and a cry finally worked its way up my throat. His mouth covered mine. “I want you to scream for me, Tess. Just not here.”
I mumbled something in response, gripping the collar of his shirt tighter. My legs were shaking, pleasure shooting through my body as his fingers played and pumped, unhurried and purposeful. Despite his words, he wasn’t making any moves to open the door.
Was he so desperate for me he’d take me up against my front door like this? In public? Was I so desperate I’d let him?
I suspected the answer was yes, but he stumbled away from me before I could find out.
He looked disheveled and hot, hair wild from my hands, mouth red and swollen. Chest heaving.
“Keys, Tess,” he demanded, sucking his fingers in his mouth, tasting me while I watched. I nearly slid to the floor.
“Bag,” I managed to stutter, pointing helplessly.
In seconds, my bag and keys were in his hand. He pulled me in, arm wrapping around my back like he couldn’t stand to be apart, like he had to be close and touching me. Metal rasped against metal. Then nothing.
“You have to jiggle it…” I whispered, too busy skimming my fingertips along the side of his jaw to help. The stubble scraped against my skin. I had a brief second to register the wicked, silly smile that cracked across his face before he lifted me with his arm, shaking me up and down.
My door swung open as my laughter split through the air, louder than my previous cries.
Dylan clicked the lock behind us, then hauled me against him again, his lips on mine. “I missed that laugh. Missed you so much.”
“Dylan,” I sighed, arms around his neck. He couldn’t be close enough. “Bed. I need you.”
We stumbled across the tiny studio apartment, the table lurching to the side as we passed. A tray of watercolors teetered before smashing to the ground. Pigment scattered.
“I’ll replace it,” he promised, peeling off my tank top. Clothes trailed behind us in haphazard piles. He pulled back the edge of my bra to take my nipple in his mouth. “I’ll buy you ten more. A hundred. Just don’t stop.”
I worked his zipper down, his cock jerking when it touched my palm.
We tipped onto the bed together. The air whooshed out of my lungs, but his weight on top of me was perfect. Everything I’d been missing for months.
I laughed more when he cursed up a storm, shoving my hose halfway down my legs before ripping them the rest of the way. “I will not buy you more of those,” he muttered, mouth everywhere, fingers everywhere.
I found him again, pushing his pants down with one hand, stroking with the other.
“Fuck, I’m going to come. Let me…inside you, Tess, please. I swear I’ll make it good. Fuck, it’s so good…”
He wasn’t speaking in full sentences, but I understood every word out of his mouth. Every inhale, sigh, and curse. Being with him was like rediscovering a language I spoke fluently, but had forgotten until now.
“Yes,” I whispered, pulling him closer.
Then, he was right where I needed him. The head of his penis easily slid up and down, preparing to push inside where I craved him most.
We’d done this so many times, but now it felt new, exciting. Maybe because we’d been apart, or maybe because something had changed. Him or me or both of us?
I wondered what it would feel like to have sex with him again for the first time. If I was just some random girl he’d brought home from the bar, would it be this hot? This natural?
The thought, and the feel of him sliding closer to where no one else had ever been, made me freeze.
