Chapter 8

Simone

I can’t breathe.

I honest to God can’t even make my lungs work because I’m afraid to take my attention away from the feel of Van as he starts to work himself inside me. I can only feel one hand on my hip, the other I imagine holding himself steady as he enters me.

And the head of his big, thick cock pressing inside.

Everything I thought I wanted from him culminates in this one thrilling, provocatively sinful moment, and I know there was Old Simone, and there will be a New Simone when this is done.

Right now, I’m In Between Simone and I can’t fucking breathe.

Van lets out a strangled sound as he takes me…an inch in, back out. Two in, back out.

So big and I feel stretched to capacity, but I still want him deeper. So I start to push back against him.

A hand immediately comes to the back of my skull and he grips a chunk of my hair, pulling my head up slowly. I go from looking at his comforter to my gaze sliding upward as he pulls and pulls me so my head is tipped all the way back and I’m looking at the ceiling.

“Touch yourself,” he says gruffly as he holds my head in place and resumes his slow, deliberate strokes. My hand immediately goes between my legs, and the first brush of my fingers against my clit causes my hips to tilt, seeking more friction from myself.

At the same time, Van gives a sharp punch of his hips into me, seating himself deeply, and I nearly weep.

“Yes,” I hiss as all the air in my lungs comes out in a massive rush. “So good. So damn good.”

This mysterious, withdrawn, and taciturn man shouldn’t be this alluring to me, but he is. My body hugs him tight as if it knows his cock was made just for me.

Then he moves.

A hand on my hip, the other keeping my head pulled back by his fist in my hair. Van’s breathing roughens as he starts to fuck me, and I pant right along with him as his thrusts go deeper. My fingers work between my legs, but I’m having a hard time concentrating there. Vague, distracted sweeps that can’t compare to the feeling of him pounding inside me.

Van’s hand grips my hip tighter and he slams into me with snarls and grunts of pleasure. My hand drops away from my clit to press down into the mattress for leverage, and I throw myself backward onto him.

“Fuck,” he groans as my ass slams into his pelvis, the zipper on his jeans scraping my skin.

That one word torn from his chest as if he’s died and gone to heaven is what sets me off. Like a fucking rocket, my orgasm bursts apart with such intensity I scream out my release.

Van’s hand is gone from my hair and both hands are now spanning my hips as he fucks me with brute force, and I love every fucking minute of it.

And then he’s shoving me down onto the mattress, his heavy weight slamming onto me. His pelvis bucks and grinds into my ass with a rolling motion, and then he whispers, “Simone,” as he starts to come. He gives a ragged moan that sounds fulfilled and defeated all at the same time.

He buries his head into the back of my neck, and I feel his hot breath through my hair as he continues to slowly move within me. Tiny shudders of pleasure pop along my skin as I relish every millimeter of friction his cock is still creating inside of me.

There’s a moment he goes still, and then he’s rolling off my back. Turning my head his way, I push my hair out of my face to look at him.

If I’d been hoping to find a sated, peaceful expression on his face, I’d be sorely disappointed. Instead he looks troubled as he stares at the ceiling, both of his hands resting on his stomach as his breathing starts to return to normal. He looks wicked and sinful with his condom-covered cock lying at an angle across his lower abdomen and over the bottom hem of his shirt, which he hadn’t even bothered to take off. He’s still fully dressed and he just gave me the best sex I’d ever had in my life.

His head rolls so his eyes come to mine, and I can see it in his gaze—that is all he intended to give me. I can see clearly that he’s done with me, not just for the night but for any night thereafter. He opens his mouth I’m sure to either kick me out or let me down easy, so I push up and move over him quickly. My hands go to his cheeks and I press my mouth against his, forcing my tongue inside.

He doesn’t even fight me, seemingly willing to give into me one more time the minute our mouths fuse together. My fingers press into his scalp and I roll, pulling him so he rolls right on top of me. He just fucked me hard and came hard, and yet he kisses me like he’s starved. I feel the same way, my tongue and teeth clashing with his.

I start to moan, needing something more from him. He gives me nothing but his mouth, his hands pressed into the mattress to hold his weight off me.

Fisting his hair, I give a jerk on his head and it pops up so he looks down at me. His eyes are fevered yet hard, indicating his conflict. I don’t care, though. I have him in bed right now and I’m not letting him push me away.

My lips curve into a catlike smile and I slide my fingers to the top of his head. I push down on it hard, and at first he doesn’t budge. Our eyes war with each other, me wanting and him deciding if he’s going to give me anything.

Finally he moves and lets me push him right down my body. He stops a moment to brush his lips across the top swell of my breast, still firmly held in place by my bra that never came off. I push on his head harder and he lets me.

I push him right down my body, his breath feathering across my stomach, and I spread my legs wide.

I push him down until my arms can’t extend anymore and his face is hovering right over my pussy. My legs raise over his shoulders and come to rest with my calves on his back. His eyes peer up at me, flashing with both defiance and lust.

I tilt my hips upward in demand and tell him, “Give it to me, Van.”

Fucking Christ…he then gives it to me by burying his face and stabbing his tongue inside of me.

Crying out, I thrust my hips up, only to have his hands flatten on my stomach and press me back down into the bed. Van gives a groan of approval that vibrates my entire core, and then he eats me out like the world will end if I don’t come on his tongue.

My back arches off the bed, my head pressing down hard into the pillows. My heels dig into his back and my hips start to rotate against his mouth. He groans again and lashes at me hard with his tongue. An orgasm curls low in my pelvis and I suck in a hard breath, lifting my head to watch him. That dark, soft hair falling forward so I can’t see his face, but the way his head is moving is so erotic, I decide to just let go and give into it.

I break apart with a soft cry, my pussy grinding against his face. I come and I come as he works me with his mouth. He doesn’t stop and I don’t ask him to. I make it past the uncomfortable oversensitivity of my clit, panting with effort to do so. He still doesn’t stop and I know he has no intention of doing so.

So I dig my heels back into him and hang on for the ride.

Van slams into me one last time and groans out his release. He’s got one of my legs raised straight in the air with a big hand wrapped around the back of my thigh, and the other holds my other leg pinned to the bed. My ass is half in the air so that the angle by which he was driving into me caused me to see stars when I came a few moments ago.

He’s finally naked, and that was at my insistence.

God, he’s glorious, even as I watch his face start to cloud over with dismay that I seduced him yet again. After he made me come twice with his mouth, I demanded he strip and fuck me again.

Van was utterly silent as he did so, his face awash with beautiful pleasure, so I know he wasn’t too pissed at me for causing his fall.

When he finishes this time, though, he pulls out of me and rolls off the bed. I watch as he plucks the condom off, tossing it into a small wastebasket where the other one is resting. He bends over and grabs his jeans off the floor, refusing to look at me.

“Seriously…you’re getting dressed?” I tease him as I stretch out with utter repletion on his mattress. “I thought you had more in you.”

His eyes flash with annoyance as he tugs his jeans on and zips them up. “You need to get out of here. Lucas could be back anytime.”

My chest tightens as I think about what he might be doing with that blonde from the bar. I hope to fuck he got too drunk and has performance issues.

“After he goes to bed tonight, want me to sneak back in here?” I ask Van, choosing to go back to teasing him rather than consider the ramifications of my brother’s assholery.

“Nope,” he says as he grabs his shirt off the end of the bed and pulls it over his head.

“Let me guess,” I say dryly as I roll to my side and rest my head on the palm of my hand. I’m slightly mollified when Van gives a cursory but totally appreciative look at my naked body. “This was a one-time thing only. Or rather a two-time thing. Two orgasms for you. Four for me, to clarify.”

“Pretty much,” he says as he bends over again and grabs his wallet from the floor, tucking it into his back pocket. He turns toward his bedroom door, and this surprises me enough that I scurry off the bed.

“Wait,” I call out as I move toward him. “You’re not leaving, are you?”

“Yep,” he says in that monotone, don’t-fuck-with-me way.

“Do you think this is over?” I ask as I lay my hand on his arm.

“Yep,” he says, and I know he’s doing it to piss me off.

I roll my eyes at him. “Oh for fuck’s sake, Van. What we just did was fucking amazing and you know it. Why would you walk away from that?”

I’m flat-out stunned when he pulls his chin in slightly so he can glance casually down my body. When his eyes come back up to meet mine, he looks me dead in the eye and says, “Now that you’re wearing my sweat on your skin, you’ve sort of lost your shine. Time to move on.”

I gasp in indignation over his coarse words, not that I thought what we shared melded our hearts together or anything. But I’ve never heard him be that cruel before. Part of me knows it’s him trying to reestablish a wall, but damn…part of me is a little hurt by that.

“You don’t mean that,” I say with absolutely no certainty.

He just stares at me, refusing to affirm his statement, but not giving me anything else either.

“So if I dropped to my knees right now and took you into my throat, you wouldn’t be interested in that?”

His jaw locks tight and he swallows hard. Triumph sweeps through me, because his refusal to answer tells me everything I need to know.

Leaning into Van slightly, I whisper, “I’ll give you some space for now. But don’t be surprised if I crawl into your bed while you’re sleeping.”

“I’ll make sure to lock the door,” he growls, and then turns and walks out of his room.

I let my laugh follow him all the way out, snickering when the front door slams shut behind him.

He and I both know there aren’t any locks on the bedroom doors.