Page 105 of Broken By Silence
"Look at me," I grit out. Her eyes, which had squeezed shut, flutter open. They’re hazy with pleasure. "I want to see you. I want to see you come apart for me."
I shift my angle, grinding deeper with every thrust, and I find the spot that makes her see stars. Her breath catches, and a ragged moan tears from her throat.“Crew… right there…”
"Tell me," I demand, pistoning into her, my own climax coiling tight in my gut.
"It's so good," she cries out, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust now. "Don't stop.Please, don't stop."
I slide a hand between us, my thumb finding herclit. I press down, circling that swollen, sensitive nub in time with my thrusts. Her whole body goes rigid. A broken, gasping cry is ripped from her lungs as her orgasm crashes over her. Her inner walls convulse around my cock, a rhythmic, milking pressure that threatens to shatter my own control. I watch, mesmerized, as her face transforms with pleasure, every muscle taut before she collapses back onto the mat, boneless and panting.
I’m not done. I flip her over onto her hands and knees in one smooth motion. She gasps, but obeys, arching her back, presenting herself to me. The sight is fucking incredible. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, and plunge back into her soaked heat from behind. This angle is even deeper, even more intense.
My pace is frantic now, animalistic. The slapping of our skin echoes off the walls. I’m chasing my own release, driven over the edge by the sight of her submission, by the feel of her still quivering around me. I lean over her, covering her back with my chest, and bite down gently on her shoulder as I thrust.
"I love you," I groan into her ear, the words torn from me.
That sends her spinning into a second, shockingly fast climax. She cries out, her body clenching around me like a fist, and that’s all it takes. My own orgasm erupts, blinding and total. I bury myself as deep as I can go, my shout muffled against her skin as I pump my release into her in hot, pulsing waves.
We collapse togetheronto the mats, a tangled, sweating, breathless heap. I’m still inside her, my weight half on top of her. The only sound is our ragged breathing slowly returning to normal. I nuzzle into the damp hair at her neck, pressing a soft kiss there.
She lets out a shaky, breathless laugh beneath me. "So… boyfriend, huh?"
I grin into her skin, breathing her in. “Yeah,” I try to catch my breath. “I like how it sounds.”
Lottie shifts under me, turning her head until our eyes meet. Herfingers trace slow, absent circles on my arm. “I never thought we’d get here.”
“I didn’t think I’d ever feel alive… not until you.” I push up slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You make things better. You make me not want to pretend anymore.”
“You used to run from everything that scared you. You left me with a spider in my hair one time because of how scared you were.”
“Still do sometimes,” I admit. “But when it comes to you, baby, running feels worse than facing it.”
She exhales softly as I pull away. I roll onto my side, pulling her with me, keeping her close. I want to stay here, in this moment where nothing else matters but her heartbeat against mine. “You know I’m still fighting, right?”
“Fighting?”
“The cravings. The noise in my head. The need to fuck everything up because the little voice in my head tells me I don’t deserve any of it,” I force the words out. “I don’t use anymore, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to when things feel hard. Especially when I think about what happened to you… what we let happen.”
Lottie’s breath catches, and I can feel her tense in my arms. I tighten my hold on her, not to trap her, but to keep myself steady. “When I was using, it was so easy to lie to myself. As simple as saying that it was everyone else’s fault. Now I feel everything, and it’s like every time I look at you, I see both… the girl I should have protected, and the woman who doesn’t need that anymore.”
Lottie reaches up, fingertips brushing my cheek. “Crew…”
“You make it easier,” I reply before she can stop me. “You make staying clean feel like something I want, not something I have to do. You make me want to wake up every day and not run from it. You make me feel like I have a future.”
“You’re not running now.”
I laugh quietly, a small, shaky sound. “Only because you’re faster than I am.”
She leans forward, pressing a kiss to my chest, right over myheart. “You’re allowed to struggle,” she murmurs. “But I’m here for when you are. No judgment, just stop doing it all alone.”
“I don’t think I could anymore,” I admit. “You’re kind of a terrible person for not letting me.”
She hums softly, her thumb drawing slow circles on my skin. “It’s because I love you.”
I tilt my head down, needing to see her face. “Say it again,” I whisper, because I’m selfish… because I need to hear it again.
Her lips twitch. “I love you, Crew.”
It undoes me. Completely.
