Page 26 of Things We Hide from the Light
There was only so far you could run from what was tattooed on your DNA.
The steam beckoned me into the shower. I let the water sluice over me, relaxing coils of tight muscle with its heat. I slapped my palms against the cool tile and ducked my head under the stream.
Lina.
An image of her laughing in a damp sports bra and little else surfaced, followed quickly by the rest of our morning together. Lina wide-eyed and worried. Lina on her hands and knees as I dragged her back against me. Lina grinning at me from my passenger seat as I drove us home.
My cock hung heavy between my legs, stirring to life as thoughts of her blurred into fantasies.
It was a depraved kind of longing. One I almost relished because feeling something, anything was better than nothing. And because that fucked-up need had given me something I was afraid I’d lost.
I hadn’t gotten hard since getting myself shot. Not until this morning…withher.
My cock thickened as arousal kindled in me.
I hadn’t let myself think about it. After all, what kind of an asshole prioritized the function of his dick over his mentalhealth? So I’d buried the worry and pretended everything below the belt was just tired or bored or whatever the hell dicks got.
But put Lina Solavita on her knees in front of me and my fantasies came to life. I thought about the feel of her hips under my hands. The curve of her ass as I pulled her into me. Desire had me by the throat and balls. It was dragging me out of the dark and into the fire. Toward her.
I couldn’t help myself. I needed more.
Bracing one hand on the tile, I gripped my engorged shaft with the other and bit back an oath. The contact was both a relief and a disappointment. I wanted it to be her hand, her mouth wrapped around me. My hand in her hair guiding her as she got on her knees for me and made me human again.
Her surrender would make me feel powerful, strong,alive.
I’d feel guilty about the fantasy later, I promised myself. Just a few strokes to make sure that I was still whole, that everything still worked. A few strokes and I’d turn the water to cold.
Imagining those full lips opening, welcoming me inside, I dragged my tight fist up to the crown as water hit the back of my head. My grip forced moisture to well up and out of the slit. Imagining her eager tongue sweeping out to taste it, I stroked roughly down to the root.
“Fuck,” I muttered, fisting my free hand against the tile.
This was wrong. But it feltso fucking goodand I needed good.
Helpless, I imagined yanking down the scoop neck of that little cropped sweater to find her braless, her nipples hard points begging for my attention even as she worked my dick with her mouth.
My hips jerked forward as if they had a mind of their own, thrusting into my fist.
“One more.” Just one more stroke and I’d stop.
Except in my fantasy, Lina wasn’t on her knees anymore. She was straddling me. That wet heat from her pussy protected only by a useless strip of silk. My mouth was at her breast. I swallowed hard, thinking about taking one of those dusky pink peaks past my lips and sucking.
My hand had forgotten about the one stroke limit and was moving in swift, mean jerks up and down my shaft. Hips pumping in time, I felt a heaviness in my balls that I knew wasn’t going to go away by fucking my hand. But that dark desire was better than the void.
I imagined dragging the silk of her thong to the side, gripping her hips, and thrusting home.
“Fuck yes, angel.”
I could almost hear her indrawn breath as I filled her. I slammed my other fist against the tile. Once, twice.
I was way past stopping now, my fist a fucking blur as it serviced my grateful cock.
I’d lick and suck her other nipple to a pebbled point while my hands dragged her hips up and down on my shaft. While she clung to me inside and out. While she needed me to make her come.
“Nash.”
I could almost hear her breathe my name as it built between us. As her sweet pussy got tighter and tighter around me.
I could see those brown eyes go glassy, could taste the velvety peak of her nipple against my tongue, could feel the painful clench as her greedy little muscles locked down on every inch of my shaft.
