Page 108 of Through the Flames
An intoxicating mix of satisfaction and lust tightened my chest as she moaned my name, begging for me to mark her.
“Take it then,” I grunted, burrowing my cock in her as deep as I could before my release was filling up her pussy in hot sprays.
Our breathing was ragged as we came down from the high, reality slowly descending upon us. Was it wrong of me to hope everyone in there had heard us, had heard her scream my name?
With a tortured groan, I dragged my sensitive length, coated in a combination of our cum, out of her still tight as fuck cunt. Quickly dragging her thong back into place so it wouldn’t all leak out of her, I spun her around and claimed her lips in a punishing kiss.
Gripping her hair in my fist, I pulled her head back. “I’m not going to make you clean me up right now, as much as I want to.”
Ella gave a breathless laugh. “You’re so generous.”
“I know.” I deadpanned. “Now let’s get out of this hellhole.”
With our fingers intertwined, I pushed open the emergency exit door and led her out into the darkness of the night.
The cool night air slapped my skin, dragging me out of the red haze for half a second, just long enough to know I’d do it all over again.
Her hand was in mine, small and trembling, but not from fear. From the same storm tearing through me.
We didn’t speak as we crossed the alley, the blood still rushing in my ears, and the bass from inside still pounding like an echo of what we’d done.
The alley felt too quiet, every step echoing with what I’d just taken, what I knew I’d take again.
When I got her buckled into my truck and steered us away from this godawful place, the world was narrowing to the hum of my engine and the glow of streetlights streaking across the windshield.
Ella’s scent still clung to my skin. Sweet and sinful, mixed with the sweat and heat of what we’d just done. My knuckles whitened on the wheel because if I looked at her now, I might pull over and wreck us both against the nearest wall just to have her again.
Her hand brushed mine on the console hesitantly.
“You hate being touched,” she said softly. Not a question, an observation. “Except withme.”
We’d never outright talked about it before. Shouldn’t have surprised me that she noticed, but it did.
I felt a flicker of something I couldn’t name — maybe pleasure? Or maybe just the hope she felt for me, what I felt for her.
Truth clawed up my throat like glass. I could’ve swallowed it back like always, but I didn’t. Not this time.
“When my mom died … it was bad.” Understatement of the year. “Too bad. After that, every touch felt like skin peeling off. Like I’d throw up. Like I didn’t belong in my own body anymore.”
My grip on the wheel tightened until the leather creaked beneath my palms. Shit.
“But with you …” My voice cracked, and I swallowed hard. “With you, it’s different.Right. Like the only thing that’s ever been right.”
Ella didn’t speak for a long moment. A rare occurrence for the girl who always had something to say. But she didn’t need to.
“You know I never would’ve actually exposed Dom, right?” The words hung in the air between us. My eyes were glued to the road as I felt her lean just slightly closer. “You know this isn’t about some sort of agreement, right? This is real. You and me, we’re real. There’s no one else for me.”
“I know.” There was no hesitation in her voice.
I slowly exhaled through my nose. “I’ll always keep you safe, Ella. Before I was there to protect you, Dom kept you safe. I’ll always do the same for him. Always.”
My fingers tapped the steering wheel once, then twice, before I took a deep breath.
Might as well lay it all out there.
“The party,” I rasped. “The hallway. That, um, that was me, too.”
Ella turned to face me, her head swiveling around almost in slow motion, her brow quirked.
