Page 95 of Fix You

“You’re welcome.”

“I feel so dead inside.”

“Do you want to feel alive?”

“Yes, I fucking need it. Desperately.” He licked his lips. “I need you.”

“I’m right here.”

“I need to be inside you. The only time I feel alive is when I’m buried so fucking deep inside you.”

My heart thrummed wildly in my chest at his declaration. “Then take me.”

“I don’t think I can be gentle tonight,” he warned.

“I can take it.” I reached between us to cover his growing erection with my hand. “I’ll take whatever you can give me if it means helping you heal.”

An erotic growl erupted from low in Rafe’s chest, which sent scorching heat to my core. As he came at me, he tore at the buttons on my shirt, sending them scattering across the tile floor. His hands then went to jerk my pants and thong down over my thighs.

He barely gave me time to step out of them before he slammed his lips against my own. A rush ricocheted through me at the desire burning in him. It was nothing like our first time, but God help me I liked it.

Rafe’s tongue relentlessly swirled and lashed against my own. He pushed us back until my back bumped against the tile wall. With a grunt, Rafe hoisted me up to wrap my legs around him, causing me to gasp. A shiver went through me at the feral look in his eyes.

Although he appeared wild with need, he put his hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes. With his thumb rubbing across my bottom lip, he asked, “Is this okay?”

My heart melted at his continued concern and always putting my needs above his own. To reassure him, I reached between us and took his cock into my hand, causing him to hiss. Then I guided his erection to my entrance. “Take me just how you want to,” I commanded.

I slid my arms tighter around Rafe’s neck, pulling me closer to his mouth. With a nod, he then flexed his hips, thrusting his dick deep inside me. I moaned against his lips.

His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he began raising me on and off his cock. My breasts bounced against his chest, my nipples pebbling. Angling me back, Rafe dipped his head to suck an aching nipple into his mouth. His tongue twirled around the peak before his teeth grazed it. He alternated between sucking and biting at my nipple, which coupled with his hips pistoning in and out of me led me to a quick orgasm.

I clung to his shoulders as I cried out. My walls clenched around his dick, causing Rafe to pump harder and faster in and out of me. After my face collapsed against his shoulder, Rafe continued jerking me on and off him at a manic pace. I began kissing a trail across his collarbone. When I tightened my walls around him, he groaned with pleasure. “I’m going to come, Maeve.”

And then it hit me. We hadn’t used a condom. As I began to extricate myself from him, I cried, “No, not inside me!”

Rafe’s hips stilled in their movement. “Oh fuck, Maeve. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. We weren’t thinking.”

After he lowered me back onto my feet, I took his cock in my hands. I pumped him between my fingers. “Let me finish you.”

He grunted his approval. With my hand still wrapped around him, I went down onto my knees. As my tongue flicked across the tip of his cock, I could taste myself on him. After suctioning the head into my mouth, Rafe practically purred. Spurned on by his reaction, I slid my mouth further down his shaft.

Although I didn’t entirely know what I was doing, I let Rafe take the reins. He eased himself slowly in and out of my mouth. Taking the lead, I began bobbing up and down on him. Rafe grunted, “Oh fuck, Maeve.”

As I started working him with my hand and mouth, he began pumping his hips. When he thrust against the back of my mouth, I gagged around him. Tears filled my eyes, but I kept sucking him.

Gazing up at him, heat ignited between my thighs at the sight of him at my mercy. It was such a superior feeling to know I was bringing him such pleasure. And then his orgasm set off, sending his hot cum spurting into my mouth. But I didn’t stop. I kept milking him through his high, swallowing him down as I went.

After the last jerk of his body, Rafe gazed down at me in gratitude. “That was so fucking good.”

He brought his hands under my arms to help me up, and then his mouth closed over my own. With our mouths fused, he walked us back under the shower stream, which was surprisingly still warm.

When I pulled away, he grunted in protest. “We need to finish getting you clean.”

“Can I get you clean?” he suggested, his fingers going between my legs.

I gasped and pulled at his forearm. “I’m serious, Rafe. I don’t know if some of my brothers are coming back, so we need to finish up and get out of here before somebody finds us.”