Page 124 of This Life and All the Rest
“Atta girl, atta girl,” he says breathlessly, chasing his own release.
“Inside me,” I beg.
His eyes snap open, his thrusts faltering for a second but not stopping.
“Come inside me,” I repeat. “I want to feel it.”
“Yeah?”
He’s barely hanging on. I can tell, and I pulse around him, just to make him groan. I want him to lose it. I want him to feel just as euphoric as I do.
“Fill me with your cum.”
“Oh, fuck.” He moans. He speeds up, bucking into me, and then his body jerks with another moan. “Oh, fuck, Lennon.”
His thrusts slow, and I can feel his release dripping out of me, mixing with my arousal and sliding down my skin, pooling on the bed underneath me.
Macon leans back, taking my legs by the knees and pushing them closer to my chest. His eyes stay on my pussy, and he pulls out slowly, watching with wide eyes and parted lips.
“Fucking hell,” he says as his head slides out of me.
I clench my inner walls and can feel more of him drip from me, and he groans again.
Whatever he sees, it’s almost too much for him. He’s so aroused that it’s turning me on again.
He grabs his dick and rubs it over my pussy once more, slick with our cum, then drags it up and circles my clit before pushing back inside me one last time.
He moves my legs, so they’re back around his waist, then lowers himself over me.
“Lennon,” he whispers, kissing my lips as he thrusts slowly.
I feel him start to soften, but he tangles his tongue with mine and keeps thrusting slowly. I dig my fingers into the sides of his hair, careful not to knock out the butterfly clip, and I moan into his mouth.
I pulse my hips in time with his, and soon, his cock starts to grow thicker, hardening once more.
He starts to thrust faster, and I meet his speed.
“Again?” I ask, hopeful yet surprised.
He pulls back just enough so I can see him smirk.
“Forever.”
THIRTY-TWO
I holdMacon’s hand tightly as we walk through the hospital hall toward the elevator bank.
I made sure to shower, then blow-dry my hair fully before we came here. I’m not even sure why I needed to do it, but I did. Macon found it amusing.
Even now, as I strangle his hand with mine and fidget with the hem of my shirt with the other, he watches me playfully from the corner of his eye. No nerves. No anxiety. Not an ounce of uneasiness in his whole body.
“Why aren’t you even a little nervous?” I ask, my voice a whisper. “They’re all going to know we’re banging now.”
He snorts a laugh and presses the button for the elevator.
“We’rebanging? Is that what this is?”
I roll my eyes as he lifts my hand and presses a kiss to my knuckles.
