Page 21 of Venus
“I won’t chase you, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I lean forward and tuck a piece of curly blonde hair behind her ear. “Instead, I’ll wait right here. Until you stop running.”
She doesn’t say anything after that. Just leans in slowly and kisses me.
It’s not the hungry, teeth-clashing kind of kiss we started with weeks ago. It’s soft. Careful. Like she’s testing shark-infested waters and she’s got an open, bleeding wound.
I kiss her back, just as slow. Just as real.
When we pull away, her fingers are curled around the hem of my shirt, anchoring herself.
“Do you want to stay tonight?” she asks as she slowly lifts my shirt, and her voice is quieter than I’ve ever heard it.
“Yeah,” I say, my hand moving to her thigh. “I really do.”
She nods, pulling my shirt off and then her own. I unhook her bra and toss it to the side, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth as we help each other shed the rest of our clothes.
She’s on my lap, wet pussy pressed against my aching cock, both of us trying not to move.
“You got a condom?” she asks, like she’d be devastated if I said no.
“Wallet,” I answer breathlessly, and with her position on the couch, she leans over, digs through my pants that are discarded on the floor, and fishes my wallet from my pocket.
The wrapper is torn off in a millisecond and she slides it down my length like a pro, wasting no time lining it up with her center.
She’s so eager, and the lack of foreplay makes the initial stretch so much slower and intimate. Little by little, she sinks onto my cock until I’m all the way in. She whimpers a bit when she feels the full length of me all the way inside.
With full eye contact, she begins to ride me like she owns me—and who am I kidding? She does. I let her fuck me in the way that feels best for her, grinding herself down hard enough that her clit brushes against my pelvis with each pass.
My eyes roll back in my head and my hands go to her hips when her walls start squeezing me, signaling that she’s close. She begins to bounce higher, harder, and faster. Her beautiful tits bounce in my face, doing their own mesmerizing dance that has the male in me in a chokehold.
“Jesus, V, you’re gonna make me cum,” I warn her, feeling myself reaching that sweet edge.
“Not without me, you’re not,” she breathes out, her face twisted in the pleasure she’s bringing herself.
“Oh yeah?” I challenge, tightening my grip on her hips and anchoring my foot to the ground. “Then let’s get you there.”
Without warning her, I snap my hips up at a brutal pace. Her moans die out into breathless, silent screams as the sensation takes over. She collapses into my chest, giving us a new angle to work with, and I keep up my brutal pace. There’s a cramp forming in my hamstring but I don’t care.
“Ah, Carter, I’m gonna—”
She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence. I explode into her and she’s right behind me, milking me with her silk walls until she’s pulled my soul out of my body.
We’re both spent, and I find myself wrapping my arms around her just a bit tighter as she catches her breath while lying on my chest.
I meant what I said, that I want to stay tonight.
But the thing I want more? Is for tonight to turn into tomorrow morning, and then tomorrow night. Then the next day. Then next week.
My heart hurts knowing that for her, our future won’t extend that far, at least not in the way I want it to.
Chapter 12 | Venus
I wake up to the smell of laundry detergent and the steady rhythm of a heartbeat under my cheek.
For a second, I forget where I am. Who I’m with. Then I shift, feel the weight of his arm across my waist, and remember everything.
He’s still asleep, mouth slightly open, one hand resting on my hip like it’s always belonged there. And God help me, I like it. I like him. I like the way my apartment doesn’t feel so chaotic with him here. Callie and I are always coming and going after long shifts, that this place feels less like a home and more like a hotel. But with him here, it feels more grounded. He fits perfectly in my bed despite it being too small.
This is not casual. It’s quickly turning into more and I can’t let it. He knows it because I told him, but I know it because I know me and the baggage I come with.
