Page 35 of Those That Are Lost

Oh, fuck! What am I doing?

My brain comes back online in a flash and I’m scrambling up, pushing my hands into his chest to get some purchase to push myself off him.

I shouldn’t be doing this; we shouldn’t be doing this. I told him that I didn’t want this and here I am, attacking him in the night.

Despite that, I can feel how wet I am. I can feel the deep ache in my lower belly. The need I have is so strong I want to throw out all my logic and grind down on him again.

But I shouldn’t, that would be unfair. Nothing has changed.

We’re still being hunted. He could easily be ripped away from me again. The echo of that pain is still so overwhelming, the lust boiling in my veins extinguishes to a simmer.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, looking down into his crystal blueeyes, which are currently burning a fire so strong it almost stokes the one in me again.

“Don’t be sorry.” His tone is soft yet commanding. “Never apologise to me.”

“I practically fucked you in your sleep.”

“I think you were practically asleep too.” He chuckles, showing me that award winning grin, dimples and all. I should move, I’m still hovering above his cock, which is very much hard as rock. His hands are holding firm on my hips. My body moves against his by the smallest increment, and completely by its own will. The touch is a whisper of the friction I was conducting a few seconds ago but it sparks electricity right through me, hitting me so hard I nearly convulse with the force. It freezes me to the spot.

Ty must read my hesitance to move off him. “You can use me if you wish, if you want to relieve the pressure. You looked pretty close to coming then.” His eyes drop to my chest, then my waist, then lower. His words and his gaze do something to shove the fear inside me back from the surface.

“I don’t want to use you, I haven’t changed my mind. We can’t be mates.” The words are harder to say than they were the last time.

“I’m not asking for that,” he whispers, eyes flashing back to meet mine. “I’m saying you can fuck me if you want, use my body to take the pleasure yours clearly craves.”

“I feel like I’m taking advantage here.”

“Red, you could never take advantage. If you want it, I want to give it to you.”

“Ty…” I don’t know how to answer. I so badly want to say yes but I feel selfish in this.

His hips thrusting upwards cut through all my thoughts. He drags his cock over my centre and all arguments leave my head.

“Let me give you this,” he says more firmly. “Don’t overthink it. I’m consenting here, if you are.”

“Yes,” is all I can manage.

Ty’s fingers slip into the waistband of my shorts so I drop onto my hands again, placing them on each side of his neck so I can lift off my knees to get the clothing off my bottom half.

I watch his muscled body glide beneath me as he removes my clothing and then his boxers. It only takes a couple of seconds before he’s encouraging me back down.

Straightening back up on my knees above him I grind against him once more, this time without clothing. The heat returns full force, fresh wetness coating his hard cock as I slide against the length of it.

“Fucking hell, that feels so good,” Ty releases on a groan. I really hope these walls are soundproof.

Before I can rock against him again, he pauses me with a hand. I go to protest but his other hand comes to my centre, two fingers plunging deep. The sound that leaves my lips is guttural, sinful. It's a relief to feel him inside me again. The ache in my body eases even as muscles start to coil and my mind quietens, everything focuses on where we are connected.

Ty pumps his fingers twice before removing them, sending a rush of disappointment up my spine. It’s quick to fade however as I watch him use the wetness he’s collected to coat the head of his magnificent cock, before angling it to help me sink down on him.

I was wrong. His fingers didn’t even scratch the surface of relieving the emptiness inside me. His dick on the other hand? The delicious stretch of my body as it takes every single inch of him sends waves of cascading pleasure to my limbs. A rightness settles in my head and, giving me a second to breathe through the emotion as Ireach the base of him.

“Good girl, Red.” Ty leans up to tuck my hair behind my ear before brushing his fingers down my neck, my torso, between my breasts. He brushes my body all the way down, switching to his thumb as he reaches the apex of my thighs and gently parts my folds to find my clit. I jolt as his expert fingers find it with ease and zap me with pleasure.

“Ride me,” he instructs.

And I do.

I start slow but soon pick up the pace enough that I’m bouncing up and down on him, creating delicious friction with our bodies every time I sink down on him exactly where I need it.