Page 64 of A Minute More
The fracture in Simon is visible, like concrete during an earthquake. The walls he built just splinter and rip apart. His hands fly out and grab on to my shirt, pulling me into his apartment, the door slamming shut behind us. His lips crush mine in a desperate and needy kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth and plundering. I do everything to hold on, my hands grabbing his hips as I guide him backward, crashing into walls and moaning as our bodies rock into each other. I can feel the heat of him, the scent of his sweat. God, he smells so fucking good. So fucking right.
We stumble around until we’re in his bedroom, falling down on the bed in a heap.
The desperation I feel for him gives way to anger. Anger that he’s kept me out for five days and then is taking what he wants when he needs it. But what about me? What about what I need?
I kiss him harder, bruising him with my mouth, biting at his lips, sucking on his tongue until he’s crying out from pain.
“Wesley,” he gasps when I give him a moment of reprieve. “Fuck.”
“Why didn’t you call? Why did you ignore me?” I ask and then without giving him a chance to answer, I bite at him again, sucking bruises into his skin, tormenting him until he’s writhing beneath me.
“Why?” I ask.
“Wesley,” he groans, his cock hard and throbbing against me. Fuck, he drives me crazy.
“Tell me.” My demanding tone is drowned out by his needy groans as I rock into him. His cheeks are flushed, his hair is a mess, and never has a man looked more perfect.
He is fuckingperfection.
My hand slides up to his throat, and I squeeze lightly, making his eyes droop in pleasure.
“Tell me all your fucking secrets, Simon. I want to know what’s in that head of yours.”
I have never been this authoritative in the bedroom, but Simon seems to love it, and I need it. I need him to tell me what’s going on in that locked mind of his and if using his body against him works, then I’ll use it without a second thought.
“Am I so easily forgettable?” I ask, and Simon shakes his head.
“No. No. Fuck me, please, Wesley.”
The thought of it makes my cock leak, but I don’t do anything but rock against him once more.
“Not until you tell me a truth.”
He nearly sobs at that and my tongue snakes along his cheek.
“Can you forget me so easily?”
He shakes his head and then groans, “I’ve thought about you every minute of every day. I need you. And it scares me. You make me afraid. I’m so fucking scared.”
The intensity of his truth makes me freeze, my eyes staring intently into his.
“Don’t be afraid,” I whisper. “I’d never hurt you.”
“Oh god,” he groans, arching his hips up. “But, Wesley, I want it to hurt. Hurt me. I want to feel you for days. I want toremember.”
I nearly come from that alone as my lips crash into his. We arch against each other, both chasing our release, but neither of us lets the other fall over the edge. Instead, we strip down until we’re both naked, our bodies slick with sweat and need, and then Simon is spreading his legs, exposing himself to me.
“Don’t go easy on me,” he groans when my hands slide up his thighs. “Fuck me like you hate me.”
“I could never hate you.”
His eyes flutter shut and he inhales deeply. One of my hands runs up his chest, bumping over his exposed ribs before traveling back down to his dick.
“Lube?”
He shakes his head. “Already prepped. I’m ready.” My eyes widen, and he adds, “I was about to get off when you showed up.”
My chin hits my chest as I eye his hole once more, my finger sliding across the slippery rim. Simon lets out a throaty groan as I press my finger inside, slipping past the rings of muscles until I’m knuckle deep.