Page 56 of Chaos Destiny
Even the sound of our bodies slapping together added to my desire, which mounted higher and higher with each strike.
“Fuck, Gage…”
My moans grew louder, longer.
“You feel it, sweetheart?”
“Uh-huh.”
I lowered one hand to play with my clit, and the combined sensations soon had me racing toward climax and crying his name each time our bodies connected.
“That’s a good girl, love. Play with your pussy and come for me.”
I bit down on my arm as I came, gasping and shuddering. He groaned and went motionless, and I felt the moment he released, pulsing against my orgasm-sensitive flesh, our harsh breaths replacing the rhythmic slap of our bodies.
Once our heartbeats returned to normal, he pulled out to remove the condom. By the time I found the strength to turn around, he was on me again, grabbing my ass with one hand while dropping a kiss on my lips. I returned the kiss, knowing it wouldn’t be long until I was ready for him again.
“You enjoyed yourself?” he asked, his lips brushing mine.
I nodded. “Very much.”
“So, who told you? How’d you find out about me and Ari?”
“When I was coming to check on Ari that first day, I overheard your conversation.”
“And you made me wait that long to have you?” He squeezed my ass cheek and kissed my forehead. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you, love?”
The growing erection between us was evidence enough.
“Just so you know, we can leave this as it is,” I said.
He eased back. “No. As a matter of fact, I plan to fuck you again in about five minutes.” His dick slapped my stomach. “Or less.”
“No, I mean that we can leave things purely physical. No strings attached. Too much shit can happen, and I don’t think it makes sense to get attached.”
“Is this because of your fake boyfriend? Because you might have noticed—I don’t give a fuck about his feelings.”
“I have noticed, but I don’t mean that we have sex with other people,” I clarified. “There’s no one at this camp I want more than you, and I don’t want anybody but you. But I’d prefer itif we didn’t do the public displays of affection thing. No falling asleep together, no holding hands. Nothing outside of…this.”
He smoothed my brow with his thumb. “So, you want us to fuck in storage closets and, occasionally, in a room if we can get away. But outside of that, no touching in public. No,” he lowered his head and brushed his lips over mine, “kissing in public. Only behind closed doors.”
“Yes.”
He pulled my shirt off and drew in a sharp breath when my naked breasts popped out. I started to give him my usual spiel about not being well-endowed up top, but he dipped his head and sucked.
Moaning, I gripped his shoulders.
“Okay, Doc.” He grazed my nipple with his teeth. “That’s fine with me.”
Disappointment smacked me in the face.
Although this was what I wanted, I couldn’t figure out where the disappointment was coming from. It wasn’t as if I’d expected him to fight me on the issue, and I wasn’t wrong; a relationship would be pointless. Death was too close at hand. Then, keeping things physical would help to stave off jealousy, with one exception—if I caught Dana flashing him her breasts again, I would throw her to the wolves.
“This crate was one of my best ideas yet,” he said, lowering to his knees. “In my dreams, you always suddenly became tall enough for me to carry out all of my filthiest desires. Put your leg on my shoulder.”
Again, I obeyed, and at the first flick of his tongue, I reached toward the drawer where I kept my secret stash of condoms.
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