Page 99 of End Game

“Please what?” I don’t recognize the gravel in my voice. I don’t think I’ve ever sounded this hoarse in my life.

“Please let me come.”

Instead I brush my fingers along her lower lip, until she sucks them into her mouth. She sucks eagerly, taking in the taste of her and me and probably a little bit of latex and lube. She doesn’t seem to care. She sucks greedily.

My thumb works between us, pressing against her ass, and she swallows thickly around me, thrusting her hips back for more. She wants this, she wants me, she wants to be surrounded by me. I’m not kidding myself; I’m just a guy with a dick to her, anonymous and faceless. It’s about getting off, getting out of her head. I move my free hand to her clit. I know what she likes now, what she wants, what she needs. And I give it to her, letting her take what she is so desperate for she’s actually begging.

Diana comes with a shout, her walls tightening around me so tight I almost black out. She gasps, breathing hard, and I remove my fingers from her mouth to grasp her hips again.

“You good?”

“So good.” She sounds tired, a little shaky. “So fucking good.”

Widening my stance, I fold myself over her and fuck into her harder, more forcefully now. She’s happy, sated, but she’s still a willing participant as she rides my cock like a fucking champ.

It takes one, two, three, four strokes before my balls start to draw up and I come like a freight train. My hands tighten on her hips as I spill into her, into the condom.

Holy fuck.

Diana collapses onto the bed beside me, breathing hard. Her legs splay out, boneless.

“Fuck, Barrett,” she says.

“Yeah?” I can hardly look at her. I’m too afraid to see what’s written on her face. I went too far. I was too rough. She wasn’t into it as much as I was. It was—

“Yeah,” she says. She lets out a heavy breath. “Fuck.”

I roll over, preparing to get out of the bed.

“Where you going?”

“I’ll be right back,” I promise. In the bathroom, I deal with the spent condom and wash my hands. I stare at myself in the mirror and try to tamp down the urge to throw up. We just had sex. We just had amazing, explosive, definitely not vanilla sex.

Holy fucking shit.

When I return with a warm washcloth, Diana’s eyes soften. Slowly I help her clean up, pressing a soft kiss to the front of her hip as I do.

She sighs, running her hands through my hair. “That feels nice.”

“Yeah?”

She nods, biting her lip.

“Say it,” I tell her.

“What?”

“Say whatever you want to say.”

She sighs. “Come lay down next to me.”

Scrambling up the bed, I move to lay beside her, and I’m surprised when she scoots closer and rests her head on my chest, her arm slung low around my waist.

“We just had sex,” she says out loud.

“We did,” I agree carefully. Where is she going with this?

Diana picks up her head and looks at me. “Does this change anything for you?”