Page 124 of Intrepid

The woman beneath me was my source of power. The spark in my blood that lit me on fire.

I fell forward, arms propping me off of her, and dragged my lips across her skin, breathing in the scent of her. My mouth watered for her.

“I only took the pills … because I … couldn’t stop thinking about everything. I couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat.”

“But you could dance all night at a club by yourself?”

“You followed me.” It wasn’t a question; she knew better than that.

“I almost punched the touchy bastard who had his hands on you before I did.” The thought of him shot a zap of rage through my muscles, and as if by instinct, I growled into the crook of her throat. “He’s lucky he didn’t follow after you.”

“I don’t need you to save me, Ty. Look, I mess up sometimes.” At my raised brow, she cracked a smile. “Okay, slightly more than sometimes, but I can take care of myself. I just feel isolated and alone in this place. Like I’m watching people through a mirror, and I’m on the other side of it. I keep having these nightmares that feel so real, they mess with my head all day.” She turned her head to the side, eyebrows knitted, like she was ashamed to look at me. “I swear I’ve seen my dead father following me to class and sitting in the lecture halls. Which is crazy. And I don’t want to be crazy. That’s why I took the pills.”

“And you’re gonna ask for them again, because that’s how addiction works.” I paused to grab hold of her jaw, steering her eyes back to me, with the kind of stare I hoped communicated my lack of interest in fucking around. “It’s called guilt and I know what it’s like when that shit eats at you. But you’re not alone now. When you crave those pills tonight, and you will, I’ll be right here. It’s gonna be a bad night for you, but I’m not letting you destroy yourself.”

She nodded, running her hands over my head. “Okay. I promise.”

I lowered myself to the floor, between her legs. Shit, I’d forgotten how perfect she was. How that mind-jacking scent of hers hit the back of my throat and left me starving for her pussy. Arms wrapped around her thighs, I dipped my tongue, running it up and down her seam, while her toes dug into my back, her body squirming in my unbreakable grasp.

All the arching and bucking in the world couldn’t stop me from lapping up her juices like the last drops from a tap.

I sucked and fingered her, springing more to the surface, which I spread with my tongue and lips. I could’ve eaten her out all afternoon, but my dick had other plans. I’d gotten so hard, it’d become a painful distraction I couldn’t ignore anymore.

Two months. Two long-ass miserable months of jerking off and fantasizing had brought me to a dangerous level of need. The kind that bordered on psychotic. I realized then I hadn’t quite processed what’d happened out on the crane that day, how I’d almost lost her. How she could’ve easily slipped from that jib and fallen to her death, and I’d have happily joined her at the bottom. I needed to be inside her, to feel her against me and assure my brain that the moment with her wasn’t some drunken hallucination, but the real deal.

Sera sat up, hand reaching for my cock, but I pushed her back to the bed.

“Lots of time for that.” I needed to be balls deep and two shades of fucked. My body felt impatient, hasty.

Guiding my dick inside of her was tricky, when all I wanted to do was slam to the hilt, but I pushed against the back of her thighs, watching every inch slide in, agonizingly slow.

The torture of it could’ve killed me, if not for the relief of her pussy welcoming me like a warm blanket in the arctic tundra.

I tipped my head back, sinking so deep it made my head spin.

Her tight walls gripped my shaft, wet and inviting, and I held myself there, shaking off the dizziness settling over me.

Hot and tight. It felt so goddamn good, I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay in the high for as long as I could.

I took my time, in and out, staring down at my shimmering cock between her thighs, rolling my hips in a lazy, languid pace I knew drove her crazy. The way she clawed the sheets, her head rolling against the mattress. I knew she needed it, too.

“How’s that feel, Sera? Better than those pills?”

With a pained expression, she nodded.

“Good. Remember that when I have you pinned down later, and you’re begging for them.”

Her tongue swept across her lips, neck bobbed with a swallow, and I lifted her head to kiss her, groaning as she dug her nails into my ass. “Please, Ty.”

“You want more?” Christ, my voice sounded like a man on the verge of strangling something.

“Don’t make me beg.” The feisty curl of her lip and her angry little frown brought a smile to my face.

“I like hearing you beg me for it.”

One hard thrust to the hilt, and she cried out. Gripping the back of her skull, I kept her head elevated, letting her watch me as I fucked her hard and fast. The squealing bed echoed my excitement. The headboard rattled. Her tits juddered with every drive of my hips, only adding to the growing need to tear into her. To unleash the resentment of having forced myself to stay away.

I rolled her on top of me, and squeezed her ass as she rode me, sweat beading across her skin. Pushing up onto my elbows, I let her guide her nipple into my mouth and clamped down. Her responding cry shot down my spine, skipping along my bones like an erratic current.