Page 65 of This Time Around

I work my way up her leg, peppering it with kisses in my wake. When I get to the apex of her thighs, they are slick, coated with her arousal. The smell is intoxicating.

I press my thumb to her clit and watch as she shudders slightly, her head falling back against the door and her eyes roll back in her head.

“Yes,” she pants.

I work her to the edge of release before pulling away. This time when her hands fall I allow it.

I stand up and unbutton my pants, then unzip them, allowing my dick to come free, a small piece of release I have been desperately needing.

I pick her up and wrap her legs around me as I walk her to the kitchen counter. I set her down and spin her so she’s pressing her ass against me. Sliding my hand around her neck, I pull her ear close to me. “Bend over.”

She does, and the swell of her ass in the moonlight filtering through the window is a sight I will burn into my memory forever. I pull my cock out and line it up with her slit. Wetness is already coating my tip as I pause, pulling away for a second.

Her protest is futile in the dark apartment.

“Luke,” she groans.

I walk over to the freezer and try to sneakily fill a cup with ice. When I walk back behind Blake, I take one of the ice cubes I had hidden in my hand and slide my hand up her shirt and run the cold cube over the peaks of her nipples beneath. The hiss that leaves her mouth is beautiful. With my other hand, I line myself back up to her entrance and slide inside in one quick motion. Simultaneously, I take my hand from her breast and slide the ice cube beneath the band of her skirt and run it over her clit, making slow circles.

She shudders beneath my touch. “Luke.”

I take advantage of the extra slickness and pump in and out of her at a rapid pace, banging her hips into the counter with each thrust.

“Fuck, I’m going to bruise your hips.” I pull back slightly.

“Luke, fuck me right now. If I get bruised, so be it. I will ice them later. This feels- Fuck-” her words filter out as my pace quickens.

I grab another ice cube from the cup nearby and continue to rub it over her clit; the circles matching the pace of my thrusts. Her body convulses beneath me, and I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock, making it hard to move at the same pace. She leans back and grinds into me, wanting me deeper, and when I feel the head of my dick hit her G-spot, I fucking lose it. With two more thrusts, my body convulses as I empty myself inside her.

Working On Us

“Nothing you confess

Could make me love you less”

-The Pretenders

Blake

“I’m not sure what I was thinking, Luke. Next time we get in a fight, can we start with this?” I chuckle as we lay in bed tangled in the sheets, our skin coated in sweat.

“You say that now because you’re in a post sex bliss, B.” Luke caresses my hair.

“No, I’m serious. Ana asked me what I was doing, and I couldn’t answer her. I was more miserable with you gone than I was mad at you here.” I sigh. “But for me, it was more than what you said, Luke. It was all the things you didn’t say with words, but with your actions. You didn’t need me.”

“I need you. What do you mean?”

“When the accident happened, and you were at your lowest, you confided in everyone else, your parents, Isa, but held me at arm’s length.” A tear trickles down my cheek.

He drops his head. “B, all I needed was you, but I didn’t know how to show it. I know how stressful opening the bar has been and then you compound that with your fight with April, it’s a lot. It felt selfish to lean on you. I thought I was doing the right thing.”

“I should have said something earlier.” I sigh.

“You had every right to be pissed at me. I said things I didn’t mean and I should have never said.” He lays a gentle kiss on the top of my head. “But, B, you also need to fight fair.”

“What?” I look up at him, genuinely curious about what he means by that. I place my hand on his to let him know we're good, I need to hear what he has to say. “You kind of backed me in a corner, B. One second you’re upset that you thought I didn’t need you, and then you’re also upset that I wanted you to need me. I feel like I can’t win sometimes.”

I ponder what he says for a minute, and he’s right.