Page 25 of The Weight of Love

She looks up at me, her eyes deepening with understanding. That switch in my brain I’ve been struggling to keep off finally flips—I can’t resist her anymore. Her hand dips lower, grazing the tip of my extremely hard cock through the thin fabric of my pants.

“I thought you claimed you could do it, and now we’re here—friends with…pie.”

This is a terrible idea…

I push myself up, rolling her onto her back in my arm, run my other hand slowly up her leg, and wrap it around behind me. Bending forward, I kiss her hard and fast. Stella arches up to meet with the same intensity, and I feel myself falling apart again.

“Screw the pie.”

Chapter Eleven

Stella

The groan that seems to build from him runs through me like a freight train. If Clark is willing to put his morals aside, I am more than happy to chase down this high I get from him.

His hands are firm. One is gripping my breast under my shirt, and the other is tangling in my hair. I pull eagerly at the edge of his shirt, wanting fewer layers between me and his muscular chest, shoulders, and abs that have been haunting me.

There are a hundred reasons that this is a terrible idea. I’m already way too fixated on him. He has continued to make it abundantly clear that he doesn’t want to have something that’s just sex.

There’s a small voice in my head that is trying to remind me I could regret this, but he slides a hand between my thighs, and she’s quickly shoved to the back corner of my mind. His fingers teasing at my pussy. It’s wet with anticipation already.

He’s kissing me like he’s drowning without it, full of want. I slide my hand below the edge of those damn gray sweatpants and wrap my fingers solidly around him. He’s hard, gloriously thick, and so very eager in the moment.

Clark’s breath catches in his throat as I lightly trace my finger up his length and grin against his lips.

He’s up and off the bed, pulling me by the ankles along with him. I lean up on my elbows, appreciating the view as he strips, and he’s looking down at me with a look that screams nothing about morals.

My eyes roam over his body once he’s naked and try to commit it to memory.

Clark crawls over me, his size overwhelming me as he leans me back down into the bed. He makes his way, nipping and biting down my chest and stomach. Rational thought is pretty much gone now. I just want him. All of him, right now.

He pauses, and my eyes fly open. At this point, I’ve got my shirt off and pants off, but he stops and stares at me with a frown. He reaches out and flips me over with ease, and I gasp in surprise.

“What?”

“You come over for pie as friends, but you’re in lingerie? Mmmhmm. Totally innocent.”

His teeth are nipping at the edge of the lace thong as he continues his disbelief.

“This is what I wear when not being a gym rat. Thank you very much.”

“Likely story.”

He smacks my ass hard a few times, then stands and pulls me towards him so I’m standing with my back flush against the hard planes of his body. Every inch of my body screams with the fire his touch leaves behind.

Clark cups his hands around my chest, pulling roughly at the sheer lace of my bra. His lips find that ultra-sensitive spot on my neck again. It causes me to grind my hips back against him in search of some release.

A low sound rumbles in his chest behind me as my ass grinds against his cock, and he bends me forward into the bed, climbing behind me and pulling the tiny bit of lace out of the way while he smacks my ass again.

I arch forward again with a gasp of his name as he slams into me. He’s so big that I can feel everything stretching to attempt to take him all in. I meet him with a gasp at every punishing thrust. He pulls up on my hips, making the angle change, and I’m done for.

I clench around him and feel his body tensing right along with me. He explodes within me, fast and hard, and then he collapses against me.

We fall over, and he pulls me flush against him, curling himself around me. I’m beyond relaxed and lay there against him, vaguely aware that he flips on Supernatural somewhere before sleep pulls me under, his arms wrapped protectively around me.

I wake up to the smell of coffee.

I’m lying face down, and apparently, he covered up my halfway-naked ass somewhere along the way.