Page 36 of Steadfast
She blinked up at me. “I saidproperly.”
Jesus Christ. She’d issued a fuckingchallenge. She’d always pushed my buttons effortlessly. I’d do anything for my girl.
A small voice in my head corrected that notion.Anything except for the one thing she needed most from you. Sobriety.
But it was easy to push that thought aside, because Sophie had just made me picture someone else’s hands on her skin. God, how I loathed that idea. My fingers itched to reclaim what was mine. I wanted to cover her with my body. Touch her everywhere.
My self-control was perilously close to breaking. How utterly familiar.
“Jude,” she whispered, and those naughty hands coasted down the center of my belly until her hand skimmed over the waistband of my jeans, then lower, finally covering my rock-hard cock. “It’s just sex.”
My heart broke again when she said that. There was no such thing as “just sex” with her. Not for me.
She popped the button on my jeans, and I squeezed my eyes shut. If she thought a good fuck was the best I had to offer her, it was hard to argue that point.
And who said I didn’t know my place in the world?
Sophie unzipped me, and I let her. But then I caught her questing hands in mine and kissed her again. She whimpered at the first slide of our lips together. As our tongues tangled, I put my hands on her hips and backed into my room, towing her with me. She tried to push me toward the bed, but I wasn’t having that. Too much like the old days. I caught her jaw in my hand and dove into her mouth for our deepest kiss.Onemore taste. That was all I allowed myself. If she wanted to do this, we were going to do it my way.
I grabbed her jacket and shucked it to the floor. Seizing her hips, I turned her around to face my dresser. There were two clean shirts on top but I swept them to the floor. Sophie caught on right away. She dropped her elbows to the surface for me.
“Good girl,” I murmured, tracing a hand down her ass. Her response was a moan. She was wearing a sweater dress that felt soft under my fingers. “Gonna fuck you just like this,” I growled, lifting the dress. There was a pair of tights underneath, so I grabbed the waistband and shoved them down. No panties. There was only soft, smooth skin and her perfect, round ass in my hands. I wrapped one hand around her hip and slid my palm down her belly, into the trimmed V of soft hair. She whimpered when my fingers met wet pussy. And I groaned like the horny beast I was.
That was it. My conscious mind gave up the fight and let my desperate body take over. My mouth found the back of Sophie’s neck, my lips worshipping her soft skin. She dropped her head, moaning, as I teased her sweet body with my fingers. I circled through her slickness, desire pounding in my ears.
Mine, mine, mine, chanted my asshole brain.
With my free hand I yanked my jeans and briefs down just far enough to release my aching cock. Sophie pushed her ass into my crotch, trying to get closer. We were a tangle of half-shed clothes and raging need. But there was still one detail to manage.
Until now I’d avoided looking into the tarnished, old mirror over the dresser, because I knew that staring into her eyes would only make this tougher on me. But now I met Sophie’s reflection. “Do you still have…” When we were together, she’d gotten an IUD.
“Yeah, go on,” she panted. In the hazy mirror, her eyes begged, trapping mine in their tractor beam of desire. So I was staring right at her as I bent my knees, lined up and teased her clit with the head of my dick.
Her eyes went half-mast with pleasure, and her lips slackened. It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever seen. My heart beat so hard that I could feel it in my ears. Sophie pushed back against me, so full of wanting that I couldn’t stop myself from doing it.
For the first time in years I pushed inside a girl.Mygirl. The clutch of her wet, velvet pussy was everything I’d ever wanted. This moment was never supposed to happen again, and I didn’t have any idea why it was happening now. But I broke out in a sweat as a new wave of lust washed over me.
I had to brace, tightening every muscle in my abdomen, barely staving off climax. And I had to break Sophie’s gaze, tipping my head back. I took a few seconds to inspect the old plaster ceiling overhead.
With a couple of deep breaths I held myself together.
Sophie went still. And when I dropped my chin, I found her staring at me. “Okay?” she mouthed.
“Sure,” I lied, snapping my hips forward, taking myself deep.
The sudden force meant that Sophie had to grab the dresser to brace herself. I liked that, so I did it again. This is what she wanted, after all.It’s just sex, she’d said.
It’s just sex. It’s just sex.
Repeating that would be the only way to keep my eyes dry. “This what you wanted?” I grunted.
“Yes,” she gasped. Her knuckles were white where she held the dresser, and her eyes were shut. “More.”
“I got more.” With every thrust I heard myself give a breathy grunt.
“Jude,” she moaned, and I gritted my teeth.
See? I could have raw, angry sex with the love of my life. Slowing things down, I held onto her hips, my wet cock gliding slowly in and out.It’s just sex. But it was so sweet I knew I couldn’t last much longer. “You want my hands on you?” I murmured.
