Page 181 of The Storm

When he slides a finger inside me again, I shove my hips back. There’s a distant coil of orgasm tightening inside me.

I push back onto his tongue and fingers, wordlessly asking for more.

“Blue,” he says in a choked voice. It’s my love song. My name on his lips, delivered in that throaty gravel.

He rubs his fingertips over my hole and then I feel him kneeling behind me. He clutches my ass cheek and pushes against me, the blunt head of his cock sliding over my entrance, slick with precum and spit.

“Turn around,” he says in that same wrecked voice.

I do as he says.

He reaches into the drawer and pulls out lube and a condom, holding it up between two fingers.

“Do I need this, Blue?”

I swallow. “I’ve been tested. Haven’t been with anybody in a while.”

He tosses the condom to the side and flicks the cap of the lube bottle open. I let out a curse when cold liquid drizzles down my balls.

“You did that on purpose,” I gasp.

He lets out a strained laugh. “That’s how I do most things, Blue. You’ve already forgotten that?”

I don’t have the capacity for a reply because then his hand goes between my legs, and he’s rubbing the lube around my entrance and pushing his fingers inside me again.

I spread my legs. His eyes are hot, locked on his fingers inside me.

I groan at the burn. There’s something about it I’ve always enjoyed.

“You look so good like this,” he says in a low voice, never looking away. He curls his fingers inside me, and my hips slam up. “So sensitive. All spread open just for me.”

“Nicholas,” I pant, eyes squeezed shut to try and hold on to at least the bit of composure I have left.

He pulls his fingers out of me, taking all the good sensations he was coaxing out of me with them. Then he’s moving above me, his dick sliding through the crease of my ass. He fists his cock and rubs the head over my opening, his other arm holding his weight above me. I wrap my hand around his wrist, suddenly increasingly sure I need some point of contact with reality.

We’re both panting, worked up, and needy. He teases me open excruciatingly slowly with the tip.

When the crown of his cock slides inside me, he freezes above me, muscles tightening in his arm.

“Fucking hell, Blue,” he gasps.

He pushes in slowly, like he’s feeling every single inch. His body above me is so fucking familiar, and that feeling makes the whole experience even more intense.

It’s all the same. He’s the same Nick from all those years ago. He smells the same. He sinks into me the same. My chest jolts the same as every other time in my life I’ve watched him move inside me with that blissed-out look on his face.

It’s too much and not enough.

He groans. “I was going to savor you.”

This is dangerous. I don’t want to feel this mess of emotions and onslaught of memories. I don’t need this to be a vice around my neck, choking me with what can never be. We have twenty-four hours, and that’ll be it. I don’t need to leave here with all the scars torn open and all the fractures newly broken.

I want him to make me feel good and then I want to close the door on us for good.

I hook my leg around his hips and press my heel into his ass, pulling him deeper inside me. “Savor me later, fuck me now. I need it.”

He pushes all the way into me, balls against my ass, cock as deep as it can go. We both moan. He stretches me wide open. Fits inside me perfectly.

The fervent need he ignites inside me is just as powerful as I remember.