Page 102 of Detour

On a groan, I reach over Coty’s sleeping form to grab the glass of water, letting it wash down the cotton someone obviously jammed in my mouth. Vodka can be such a bitch like that.

I roll back over to snuggle in when I feel a hard poke to my thigh. Now it’s Coty’s turn to groan but his grip on me tightens, pulling me closer so his erection presses against my backside. A fire ignites just below my waistband, spreading its flames up my entire body, settling on my cheeks.

Coty’s husky voice croons in my neck, “Good morning.”

It is now.

“Morning,” I squeak out.

His head jolts up. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I’m…good.”

His smile matches mine then he leans forward to kiss my lips softly. Just as quickly he pulls back, eyebrows tightly knit. “Sorry.”

My hands come up to grasp his jaw. “Don’t be.”

I pull him in again to kiss me properly—thoroughly. And Coty? The guy doesn’t disappoint.

Things go from hot to scorching rapidly. Two lost souls coming together to find refuge in each other’s embrace, neither one willing to pull away for fear of losing the only connection that truly matters. Where he pulls, I push. When I take, he gives.

“Open.”

Two fingers hover near my mouth awaiting access. I slowly obey, opening my mouth to allow entry. Coty watches as they slide between my lips. Just before he can pull them out completely, I bite the tips, making him halt. I may listen occasionally, but that doesn’t mean he’s in control. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I watch as they darken to almost black until I can no longer make out his pupils.

I let go, making him groan, then he returns his attention to my mouth still sucking his fingers. I swirl my tongue around his digits tantalizingly slow. Carefully—methodically—he removes them, returning his lips to mine and I feel his now wet fingers slide beneath my loose drawstring. Instinctively, I lift my top knee, allowing him better access. Finding no underwear to work past, Coty covers my center instantly and starts working me into a frenzy with his wicked fingers.

His kiss picks up with renewed vigor. His tongue, relentless in chasing mine while he grinds into me from behind, has me clawing at anything I can reach, which facing away from Coty there isn’t much, so I grip the back of his neck, keeping him plastered to me. I let my body show him what my words can’t. My mouth kisses away the hurt I know I’ve caused. I ride his hand, clearing the uncertainty I know still lies within. I moan the name of the man who’s stolen my heart so completely and tenderly I didn’t even notice it was gone until he already had it cradled safely in his hands.

Coty’s fingers and hips take turns thrusting, causing a perfect tide, drawing me closer and closer to shore. My moans increase until I know his roommates can hear but just as I approach the coastline, Coty breaks away, sitting up. I gasp at the harsh interruption but am quickly flipped to my back and yanked to the edge of the bed, quieting my protest. I’d laugh except the seriousness on Coty’s face has me staying quiet.

Dragging my pants down, Coty cusses seeing my bare pussy on display and begins lowering himself in a daze.

“Hey,” I say, stopping him.

His eyebrow quirks so I jerk my chin. He obliges with a smirk, leaning up to kiss me roughly. Fully aware this is give and take, he has to give me what I need before he can take what he wants. Although, after this week the lines between want and need are completely blurred.

Coty drops his forehead to mine. “God, I missed you. Don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t,” I breathe out.

And surprisingly, I mean it. I don’t want to go through this unrelenting squall without Coty as my anchor to prevent me from drifting off into the madness.

“Promise?” he pleads quietly.

My pulse quickens so I try to capture his lips but he pulls back, waiting. Give and take.

“I promise,” I whisper, releasing the weight that’s been crushing my chest for far too long. Coty’s mouth crashes to mine as I guide my hands up his toned back, bringing him between my spread legs. I’m just starting to remove his shorts when Coty slides down my body, taking the unnecessary clothing with him. With a secretive grin, he throws a leg over his shoulder and dives between my thighs, causing me to throw my head back on a moan. He pushes my other leg wider while gripping where my hip meets my thigh, holding me in place. Spread so openly to him, it doesn’t take long for the pressure to build. The waves of ecstasy are rolling nearer as Coty licks me with a punishing rhythm. I’m shamelessly riding his face, holding him exactly where I want him when he pulls back slightly.

My head shoots off the pillow.

“Wha-”

“I want your eyes on me.”

Does he not realize how much effort that will take? I can barely remember my own name and he wants my eyes to remain open and on him. This bossy shit has to stop.

Dropping my head, a smile creeps out as I shut my eyes and lower my hand. My middle finger barely skims my throbbing clit when it’s smacked away with a growl.