Holden
Staring down at Conleigh, she is spread out on my bed, her pussy is swollen and pulsing with satisfaction and need. She has asked me twice now to fuck her and I can’t hold back any longer. I’ve wanted nothing more than to sink balls deep inside her since the first time I saw her. Even if I only have her this one time it will be worth it in the end. I know I already sealed the fate of my friendship with Ezra the moment I kissed her. Hell, I was a goner the first time I ever laid eyes on her and I thought I was doing the right thing by stepping back, but ever since she moved in, I can’t stop thinking about her. She consumes my every waking breath and thought. God, I love her. I know that now. I’ll do anything to make her happy even if it means letting her go a second time, but right now I am going to be relishing in owning her body, even if it’s only for tonight, she belongs to me. Even if it costs me my friendship with Ezra.
Conleigh smiles up at me as I take my shoes off, followed by stripping out of my jeans, and tugging my shirt over the back of my head. She licks her lips as my cock juts out, proud and weeping at the head. Kicking my discarded clothing to the side, I move toward her.
As I get closer, she comes up on her knees as though she is worshipping me. “You’ve had me on your tongue, now it’s my turn, Holden. I want to taste you.” Her slender fingers reach out to stroke me, and I tremble under her soft but fiery touch.
More precum beads at the head of my dick and this beautiful woman dips her head down and licks it off. Fuck me. My balls tighten and her fingers work up and down the length of my shaft as I grow hard as steel. I can’t take it. Her dainty tongue wraps around my heated skin, licking and caressing me eagerly.
If she keeps this up I am going to damn near explode. As much as it pains me to stop her, I need to. I want to fill her sweet cunt with my cum. I want to mark her. I want to ruin her for any other man, anyone who isn’t me. Tomorrow, when this ends, I want her body and her heart to remember where I have been. I want her to feel me with every step she takes. I hope her body aches and cries for my touch for the rest of her life.
Grabbing her face, I ease her mouth back and look deep into her eyes. “As much as I am enjoying this, I want to be buried in your pussy with your legs wrapped around me, feet digging in my ass, nails clawing at my back when I get off.”
Gently, I push back on her shoulder, guiding her onto the bed as I cover her taut little body with mine. Conleigh’s lips find mine as I spread her thighs and ease inside her delicious inch by inch. She is so damn tight, squeezing me hard as her muscles clench around me, keeping me from sliding further in. Her silky heat tightens and contracts as I settle between her legs, and kiss her like there is no tomorrow.
Just like I wanted, the balls of her feet dig into my lower back as her nails scratch down my back. Circling my hips nice and slow, I take my time relishing in how damn good she feels. Her gaze captures mine and this is far from fucking. I hold her stare until she breaks away.
“Don’t look at me like that, Holden.”
“Like what?”
“Like that. You have this dopey expression on your face.”
“What’s wrong with dopey?”
“You’re looking at me like you…
“Like I what?” I thrust and she moans.
“Like you love me.”
“Would that be so terrible?” I push deeper and deeper until I feel like I am about to hit the walls of her stomach I am so fucking deep.
“It would ruin everything,” she whispers and a tear slides down her face.
“Want me to treat you like a meaningless fuck?”
“No. I don’t know. Maybe,” she says, her voice soft and meek…almost ashamed.
“Fine,” I grit, pulling out. “Turn over.”
Conleigh flips to her stomach without a word.
Putting a hand under her stomach, I pull her up on all fours. She looks back at me over her shoulder and bats her fucking lashes like a sex kitten and it pisses me off.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I growl.
“What? Why?”
“Because, I don’t like it. You probably look at Ezra like that, and I’d like to think you aren’t thinking about him right now.”
“I wasn’t until you just said his name. Maybe we should just stop this,” she suggests.
“Do you want me to stop, Conleigh? You tell me to stop and I will. I’ll go back to the bar and find someone who wants to be with me.” I pause. “I hate knowing you share a bed with him. I hate knowing he gets to hold you at night.”
“He doesn’t. He doesn’t hold me. I feel like I am sleeping next to a stranger. I want… I wish it were you lying next to me,” she confesses, and I slam into her without mercy and I take. I take what I want and I take what she gives as she pushes back against me.
My hand comes down and slaps her ass, hard. I give it to her fast and rough, pulling her hair, biting her shoulder. I keep pounding into her tight little pussy that is curving to take my dick like we are a perfect motherfucking fit. I don’t stop until I am cumming deep in her as she trembles beneath me. Afterwards, I collapse on the bed next to her in a sweaty heap as she runs her fingers across my chest, tugging here and there at the small patches of hair.
She’s quiet. Too quiet as I hold her against me, rubbing her back and kissing her softly. The front door slams shut and Conleigh goes deathly still. “Do you want me to make him leave?”
She shakes her head and blows out a heated breath. “Tell him…tell him I’m not here.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I don’t want to see him right now. Especially after we…”
“Fucked,” I finish for her. “You’re gonna take him back, aren’t you?”
She looks away from me and my stomach bottoms out. I finally have her and she doesn’t want me. It hurts just as I knew it would, but I wasn’t expecting it to hurt so bad that I feel like I can’t breathe, that I want to punch the walls, and tell her to get the fuck out and never look back, but I don’t. I squeeze her tighter and kiss her once more. I’m not ready to let her go. I’m not sure I can walk away this time. I sure as hell don’t want to.
“I don’t know, Holden,” she cries, appearing panicked. “You don’t even know me. Not really. We just fucked.”
“I know that you love butterflies because when you were a little girl your dad used to take you to the butterfly garden. They remind you of him, before everything went wrong in his life. I know you always scrape the bottom of your yogurt with your spoon. It drives me crazy, that sound. But when you are running late and skip eating breakfast, I miss it. I know you cry when the save the animals commercials air on late night TV. I know what makes you tick. I know you love it when I breathe on your neck.”
“Holden…” she pleads.
“I’m not finished. I love the way you wear those goddamned socks. It drives me mad the way you fidget with them, tugging them up and down your silky legs. It makes me harder than a fucking rock. I love watching you twist your hair into a bun and then curse when it falls to the side. Most of all, I love the way your eyes light up when you say my name, and the way your mouth tugs into a smile, even though you are trying to fight it. You don’t want me to know these things because the way you feel about me…baby, that’s real deep shit. It scares you, because you know if I have you…if I have your heart—I’m gonna own it. You’re scared that I will be like your dad. That I will somehow fuck everything up. And I am gonna tell you right now, Con. I will screw up, a lot. I’ve never loved someone the way I love you. It cuts me deep in my bones. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. You have consumed my every waking thought, since you came into my life. It took you choosing him right now for me to realize that I have loved you since I met you.”
“Holden, please.”
“I’m not gonna stop loving you. Not ever. You were mine the moment I laid eyes on you. I was too blind to really see it, but deep down, Conleigh.” I hold my hand to her heart. “You feel that, deep down in there and you know it. You love me too.”
“Conleigh, are you here?” Ezra’s hand smacks against the wall in the hallway. “If you fucked her, Holden, I’ll kill you. I’ll kill you both.”
“What do you want me to do, Conleigh? You name it, I’ll do it.”
“I don’t know, Holden. I don’t know.” Tears well up in her eyes as Ezra bangs his fist on my bedroom door and jiggles the handle.
To be continued…