Page 81 of Fireworks
Through kisses, he guided her into the bathroom, one hand in her hair and the other at the curve of her back. Every touch brought him back to himself, reminding his body what it was like to feel something other than exhaustion and strain. She slid the straps of his braces away, one shoulder then the other, already rocking against him like he was all she wanted.His head spun, only one thought sluggishly pulsing through his mind:her.
Really, no different than usual, only now he couldn’t pretend.
She unfastened his trousers, dragging them down so he could step out of them. And then it was her turn. He wished he could take his time, undress her garment by garment, appreciate every new unveiled part of her. But he was tired, needy, and she must have known it, because she ripped off her jumper without him asking, gorgeous tits spilling into a simple pink bra. She moved with none of the nervous restraint of last time, meeting his eye as she peeled off her jeans, their clothes intertwined on the bathroom tiles.
He turned on the shower, making sure it ran hot before he pulled them both in and closed the cubicle door behind them. He was barely able to hold himself up, leaning against the wall for support, but it didn’t seem to matter to her as she ran a hand from the base of his cock to the tip, leaving him groaning.
Until he looked down, finding a fresh bruise starting to bloom around her arm, and then he was back in the chaos, sirens blaring around him. He took her elbow gently. “How’d you get this?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Tell me, Eiley. Please.” The bruise dotted the entire circumference of her forearm, like somebody had grabbed her. Dug their fingertips deep into her flesh.
“He tried to make me stay.”
Red tainted his vision, his mouth twisted at the thought of the bastard putting his hands on her with her miles away from home, no one to step in. Did the kids see? Did she cry out?
She was quick to bring him back with the softness of her palm against his cheek, shielding him from the pelting water.
“I took care of it. He’ll never see me or the kids again. You were right. I should never have gone in the first place.”
“He’s a rotten fucking prick. I swear to god, if I ever see him again—”
Eiley shushed him, wiping the damp hair from his brow. The hot water made her skin gorgeously rosy. “He doesn’t deserve to ruin this.”
It was true, but it didn’t ease his hatred, even when he dropped Eiley’s arm. “You’re okay?”
“I’m okay. Can I take care of you, now?”
He nodded, barely, already half-gone – from her, from the exhaustion, from everything.
She palmed his length, this time working him in steady strokes that chased thoughts of the bruises away. The pleasure made him so boneless that he worried he’d collapse, the pelt of the shower heightening the sensitivity of every touch. A string tightened in his belly, hard cock pulsing with a pleasure overwhelming enough to send him to his knees.
He gritted his teeth, using every drop of restraint he possessed to stop her before he came. “Need a fucking condom.”
Her forehead landed on his chest as she huffed. “Do we? I mean, isn’t this enough?”
He gritted his teeth at the sight of her round, worried eyes. She thought she wasn’t pleasuring him. The opposite was fucking true. As much as he liked foreplay, he needed to be hers on the most basic, primal level. His fraught body needed something to sink into.“Enough to make me come, aye, but not enough ofyou. I need you around me, firecracker. I need to get lost in you.”
“I’m not on birth control, so we …”
“I know. I wasn’t asking to go without. Maybe … Maybe in my wallet in the locker room.” But that was so far, and he didn’t know if he could drag himself away from the warmth soaking through his muscles.
“I’ll get it,” she offered. He told her where to find it, and she gave him a quick kiss on the nose that nearly ended him. She returned not a minute later wrapped in a towel, red foil in her hand and hair dripping over her shoulders.
“Thank fuck.” He didn’t waste time in picking up where they left off, tearing the foil between his teeth. Eiley helped him to roll the condom over his cock, igniting the embers in his core.
He braced her against the wall, resting his hands on either side of her head as he dipped to kiss her neck. “I’m so fucking tired, Eiley,” he admitted.
“We don’t have to—”
“I want to. God, I need to. I just don’t know if I’ll be any good.”
Her fingers curled at the nape of his neck, gently tugging his short hair. “I somehow don’t see that being a problem.”
His hand slid between her thighs, dipping inside her wet opening before moving to her clit. She moaned, opening her legs wider. “I missed you,” she confessed. “I missed you so much, Warren.”
It was all he’d ever wanted to hear, even if he hadn’t known it until now. He exhaled, slipping his tip inside her with as much control as he could muster. Her head dropped back,neck catching some of the shower’s spray. He licked up the rivulets running down her chest and then, finally, entered her. There, the restless ache inside him could finally settle, tension unfurling and the sludge dissipating.
