Page 18 of Web of Lies

"Okay," he says, his voice dropping to a deep, soft tone as he tightens his arm around me and pulls me closer.

My eyes flutter shut as I twist in his embrace and press my hands against his chest, curling my fingers into the fabric of his shirt. This feels right. With his hands on my body, being in his arms feels like no one else can touch me, like he’s the only one who can keep me from falling apart.

But it’s not enough. The ache inside me grows, craving more: for him to hold me tighter, press closer, cover every inch of me, and drown out every ghost of another’s touch. I want him to feel every part of me until there's no space left that isn't his.

Without a second thought, I rise and swing a leg over Kyle's lap, straddling him.

His eyes widen with surprise, and he lowers the bottle.

I take it from his hand, screw the cap back on, and set it aside.

Then I slide my arms around his neck, fingers burying in his damp hair, and press myself close before crashing my lips to his.

Kyle's hands land on my waist, and he tilts his head, deepening the kiss until there's no space left between us.

His tongue slips into my mouth. The familiar taste of him and mint floods my senses, making my head spin.

Without thinking, I rock my hips against his, and a low moan slips from my throat.

He groans, the sound low, the vibration in his chest rippling through me like a shockwave. His grip on my waist tightens, fingers digging in as he guides my movements, his cock twitching to life beneath me. I grind against him, feeling his bulge grow harder. But then Kyle breaks the kiss.

"Easy there, Freckles," he says. "Not that I'm complaining, but something feels off."

"Shut up," I breathe, my voice rough and shaking. Kyle raises a brow, his eyes flicking over my face as if he's trying to read between the lines. He opens his mouth to say something, but I shake my head and press my lips back to his.

Without breaking the kiss, I push myself to my feet and awkwardly shift on the sofa cushions while peeling off the boxer briefs. Once they are gone, I lower myself again and straddle him, but his hands catch my ass and stop me just inches above his lap.

"Are you sure about this?" His eyes meet mine.

I swallow hard as my heart skips a beat. "Yeah. I need it. Just… like this," I whisper, and reach between us, slipping my hand into the waistband of his sweats and wrapping my fingers around his cock, thick and heavy in my hand. I give him a slow pump, pulling a deep grunt from his throat.

His hands tighten on my ass as he guides me, and I hold him steady.

The swollen tip brushes against my slick opening, and my jaw slacks as it pushes in.

My body welcomes him greedily, clenching as he sinks in deeper, inch by thick inch, each piercing of his catching onto my rim before it slips in.

My head drops to his shoulder as a moan rolls off my lips.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him as he stretches me open.

Once I'm settled on top of him and he fills me all the way, my eyes flutter shut. My heart drums against my rib cage in a violent rhythm as if it might burst.

One of his hands rests on the back of my head; the other holds my ass, keeping me locked in place.

I sit on top of him, completely still, with his cock buried deep inside me.

The familiar ache of him inside me feels perfect and right, and I could stay like this forever.

No movement. No talking. Just him filling me and claiming me.

I bury my face in his neck and breathe him in.

His warm skin and the faint scent of shower gel fill my nostrils.

"Tell me what you want," he murmurs, fingers sliding through my damp, tangled hair.

My heart slams against my ribs as his words echo in my mind, leaving me spinning with confusion and a terrifying need.

I need to feel safe. That I’m okay. I need to feel like I belong to someone who won't let the world touch me.

"Just for tonight, fuck me like you love me, like I'm yours.

Only yours." My voice cracks with every word that falls from my lips.

Kyle goes still beneath me. My chest tightens, already bracing for the rejection and the bitter truth that this is just sex. That we aren't real. That love isn't part of the deal. That I’m broken.

But instead, his hand tightens in my hair, and he tugs, pulling my head back. My eyes meet his, and what I find knocks the air out of my lungs. It's not lust. It's not his usual amusement. It's something soft I can't name.

"Of course, my love," he says in a whisper before leaning in and brushing his lips against mine.

The kiss is soft. Careful. And it erases more than any rough touch ever could.

I cup his cheeks in my palms, my thumbs brushing over the rough stubble of his beard.

Meanwhile, his hands slip from my hair and fall to my hips.

My pussy clenches around him, and I roll my hips in slow, lazy circles. His touch stays gentle, his thumbs drawing lazy circles through the fabric of my shirt as our mouths move together in that same careful rhythm. It’s not messy or eager tongues, just soft licks and nips.

I push myself up onto my knees and lift my hips, then sink back down onto him, picking up a slow rhythm. Yet each time I lower myself, our skin meets with a soft slap. His fingers dig into my flesh while my hands fly to his shoulders, sinking my nails into his muscles.

I break away from the kiss, but my lips linger on his as a series of quiet moans escape my lips.

Our eyes stay locked as I ride him, his cock sliding in and out with ease.

My mouth falls open as he lifts his hips off the couch and meets me halfway.

Our movements become more urgent with each thrust that grinds against my sweet spot inside me.

One of his hands slips from my hips between us until his fingers find my clit and start rolling it in slow circles.

"Kyle," I moan his name in a breathy, needy whisper as the pressure in my core builds with each thrust, threatening to spill over. "Kyle," I repeat over and over again like a desperate prayer.

"You know I love it when you say my name like that.

" His lips brush against mine as he speaks.

"Show me I'm the only man you want," he says, like he's choosing every word to drive me wild.

"Show me how much you want me, Riley. Because you…

" He pauses, dragging his fingers up my spine.

"Because you're the only woman I want." Tears prickle the corners of my eyes as my heart hammers in my chest and I claw at his shoulders for support.

Our movements grow sloppy, and when he buries himself deep inside me again and applies pressure to my clit, everything inside me snaps.

A loud, broken moan tears from my throat as I fall apart around his cock. My muscles contract around him in waves, and my thighs shake as I struggle to keep myself up. With a grunt, he follows, his hips bucking against mine as he comes inside me, and a familiar warmth spreads through my core.

My grip on his shoulders loosens, and I collapse against him, resting my forehead against his.

My eyes flutter shut as our ragged breaths mingle in the small space between us.

For what feels like an eternity, we sit in blissful silence, and I embrace the comfort and safety of Kyle's presence.

His hands rest on my back, running his fingers up and down my spine.

This is where I feel safe.