Page 37 of Come Take Me Now

“Of course.” He plants a kiss on my neck.

“You’re not just saying that, right? That’s how my friend got chlamydia last year.”

“Do college dudes really lie about that shit?” Enzo asks. His voice buzzes my delicate neck skin.

“I guess so. I’ve never, um, done it without.”

He lifts his head and gives me a mischievous smile. “You’re in for a treat then,” he says, confident as ever. “I’ll go slow.”

I keep my legs tight around his waist, and as his lips touch mine again, he shifts his hips to press his wide head inside. To my surprise, my body stretches around him with ease, and I let out a moan into his mouth. I’ve never had to stretch this much. Never skin on skin like this. I close my eyes as he pushes a couple more inches inside me. The first couple of barbells on his ladder stimulate my walls, and I moan out again.

“You’re doing great,” he says into my ear. “But we have a way to go.” He sits up, and my eyes flare open. I look down where we meet, and he’s right.

I watch as he slowly pushes himself in, all the way to his base. My eyes nearly roll backward. I’m so full…and yet hungry for more. His tattooed lower abdomen presses against mine, my soft, tanned skin contrasting with his firm body.

“Holy…oh, my God,” I gasp.

Yep, I’m suing for damages—as in, I’ll never be able to fuck anyone else after Enzo.

Enzo lets out a quick chuckle. “I know you could do it, Tills.” He shifts his hips to pull out almost all the way before he slams back in. I cry out in ecstasy. The balls of the barbells drag inside of me like a ribbed condom would on steroids.

He was right—I’m ruined for anyone else. No other man will ever compare.

“How does that feel?” he asks.

My eyes meet his darkened eyes—swarmed with his lust for me. “Unreal.”

“Fucking good.”

His hips increase pace, continuing to tease me by pulling nearly all the way out just to ram himself back in. The barbell on the head isn’t noticeable, but the ladder along the underside rubs against my confines with every thrust. It’s only minutes before that tension builds up between my legs. He pinches my clit hard, almost painfully, between his thumb and index finger as he thrusts, and that does it for me.

“Ah!” I scream out. He maintains his pace while I ride the wave out, and I realize both my hands have a death grip on the blue comforter. My heart is racing, and my face and neck are prickled with heat as I come down from the high he brought me.

“Didn’t know you were a squirter,” his voice, hoarse with lust, says.

I huff out a hard breath and lift my head off the pillows to look down where we meet. “What?” I rasp.

Enzo laughs lightly, but breathes out hard, too. “You squirted?”

My cheeks turn beet red, if they weren’t already. “I’ve never done that before. That’s so embarrassing!” My head crashes back onto the pillows, and I cover my face with both of my hands while he maintains his pace. It’s hard to dwell on that when his stamina hasn’t let up once.

“Nah, it’s hot. Don’t worry; the bedspread is waterproof,” he says. “Fuck, you’re so tight, Tills.” His thrusts come one by one, faster and faster, and when I open my eyes, his face and neck have turned red. His body noticeably tenses up, and I know what that means.

“Enzo, pull out!”

“No…” he exhales, and his hips slow. He thrusts inside and holds completely still as his cock pulsates against my walls.

“Wh–what’d you do?” I ask when I catch my breath.

He wipes his hand down his face and exhales audibly. “I think you know,” he barely whispers.

My chest heaves, and I stare at the ceiling. I know I drank too much to leave. “I’ll just…take Plan B,” I force myself to say. I can’t drive tonight, but a pharmacy could be my first stop tomorrow morning.

He forces out a laugh. “You’re not going to do that.”

I shift my gaze from the ceiling to his face. “Enzo, what? Why not?” I ask, shaking my head. I place my hand over my chest to calm my rapidly thudding heart.

“Because I said so.”