Page 26 of Come Back To Me
“What are you begging for, sweetheart?”
“I don’t know,” I say, sounding flustered. My body is in overdrive, unable to settle.
“I need you to be clear about what you want before I can give it to you.”
“I . . . let me go.”
His hands lift away from me, the gap between our skin increasing, and mine cries out in protest. I only want him because he’s making me want him. I can’t really want a fucking monster. Gareth is fading and once he’s gone this is all that’ll be left. Or will it be worse? Is Gareth’s small presence holding him back from the damage he can really cause? Do I want to wait to find out?
“Your pretty hole is clenching. It’s so hungry for me. Let it have what it wants. Let yourself have what you want. There’s no one here holding you back from having more.”
“Please,” I say, my body twisting and on the verge of shutting down from what it’s lacking. It’s a fire being snuffed out, and the only way to make the flames roar again is with fuel. And only he can give me the kind that it needs. Only Gareth. Gareth. I say his name like a mantra. It was him I wanted before and him I want now. I don’t need anything more.
“Please what? Please keep going?”
“If I say stop, you won’t anyway, so don’t act like me clarifying it matters.” My body rolls itself like a tight fist.
“But you’re not saying stop, are you?” he coos.
The honking sound is loud this time, vibrating against the walls. Leo is growing impatient. He’ll come inside soon. What will he say if he finds me like this?
“You’re too busy focusing on things that don’t matter again, aren’t you? Think about us, about what you want to keep begging for.”
My breaths stutter, and when I chase his rock-hard cock again, he grabs my hips to hold me in place. I move forward, rubbing my erection against the door, the friction not going where I need it most.
“Please make me feel better. Make it feel right down there again. Not empty. Not . . . not . . .”
“I got you. I know what you need fixed. The ache is so deep inside for me, isn’t it, baby? I know, because I feel it too. I need you too. I’ll help us both feel better.”
“Feel better,” I blubber, feeling lightheaded when he runs the head of his cock up and down my crack.
“It won’t be long now, I promise.” He licks at my ear, his cock pushing its way inside me, and I squeeze around him as he’s passing the tight muscles. “Not long at all. I can already feel myself almost there.”
“Almost there,” I repeat, not recognizing my own voice. My body doesn’t feel like mine either, as he pistons his hips to fuck me deeper. My walls squeeze while spreading around the thick intrusion, and his hips pick up speed, pounding forward. I claw at the door, sliding up and down as he slams harder into me.
I cry out when he hits my sweet spot, and my toes curl. I smile without meaning to, my lips lifting in an involuntary smile while I feel like I’m floating off the ground from every wonderful sensation he’s bringing me, charging every single one of my nerves. I push back, and his next thrust has me going boneless.Temporarily paralyzed from the overwhelming pleasure, I slump against the door with only his hands holding me up.
“Ohhh,” I moan, no longer controlling what spills from my mouth.
“I’m right there with you, love. This is pure magic between us right here. Way bigger than that spell can bring. This is what’s keeping me here. You are what’s keeping me here.”
“Gareth.” The word rolls off my tongue, and my eyes roll into the back of my head at the repeated punches to my prostate. He hits it over and over, his cock getting thicker inside me and caressing more places I didn’t know could feel so good.
He shakes with me, his moans drowning out mine, and my eyes fly open when the front door to the house squeaks. I try to push him off, but he lifts my hands above my head, pinning me tighter to the door and making my limbs more useless than they were before by bringing me closer to the brink.
“He can wait,” he says, his words coming out demonic.
I squirm, trying to remember how to fight, and then I lose focus, melting where he wants me to—right in between him and the door like fucking putty as I come.
His hips jerk, cock pulsating as he chases his own pleasure. His thick ropes are warmer than they were the first time, lapping at my closing walls. I sink toward the ground and he lifts me up, carrying me to the table downstairs. He sits me on it, stroking my back and holding me upright in his cold embrace. It’s more welcoming than I expected it to be, and I close my eyes for a few seconds. There’s a strange peace settling in me and I cling to it, struggling to let it go when Leo calls from only feet away.
“Where the hell are you? You didn’t crawl back into bed, did you?”
I rub my face into Gareth’s shoulder, suppressing a moan when he rubs at my still dribbling cock.
“He can wait.”
I nod against him, finally agreeing with what he’s saying and closing my eyes again as I make my best friend in the whole world wait some more.
