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“Fuck me. ” My voice is shaking and breathy when I say it, when I beg him.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” I nod vigorously and look over my shoulder, waiting and hoping that he’ll take me. “Tell me how much you want it. Tell me how badly you want my dick. ”
“I need you, baby. I want your dick so much, more than anything else. I want to feel how hard and sharp you are when you push inside of me. I want it, Sean. I need you to fuck me. I need it so much. Please, baby, please. Fuck me hard. Take me. Please, Sean…” My begging becomes frantic as I try to think of what else I can say to convince him how much I want to be with him.
Sean shifts against me, hard and ready. I must have said the right thing, because he slips his fingers out of me and shifts his hips. I feel him brush against me and then he pushes in so slowly that it’s all I can manage to stay still.
The insane desire to ride him like a pogo stick rushes through me and I can’t help it—I push back against him, slamming my hips into his, and forcing him deep inside of me quickly. A high pitched sound comes from my throat as I buck against him over and over.
Sean had me so close to the edge that a breeze would make me come, and I do. Wildly, I slam my hips back against him, as waves of pleasure course through me. I’m breathless and leaning over the edge of the bench when I’m spent.
Sean continues to rock into me, slowly, firmly, and then pulls out. His fingers lightly touch my back and I don’t realize what he’s doing until his lips are on my skin. There’s a spot on my back, just under my shoulder, that is as sensitive as the one on my neck. It’s like my body came equipped with slut buttons that I never knew were there. Sean seems to know. He pushes himself in and out, slowly, and when his lips come down on that spot on my back, I nearly jerk upright.
That touch, the way it feels, is so charged that I can’t sit still. Sean presses me down, stilling me, and continues to work the spot with his lips and then his tongue. My mind is completely gone, it floats away and doesn’t come back. Desperation shoots through me when I feel the need to be ridden, again.
My heart races harder and faster as Sean works his magic, pushing buttons that I didn’t know I had. I cry out as my fingernails dig into the fabric on the pillow in front of me. Sean pushes a finger between my legs and up inside of me.
He purrs in my ear as he breathes deeply. His hand moves faster, as he kisses my back. By the time he stops to fuck me, I’m someone else. My body is on fire, demanding his dick, wanting him pounding into me. And he does, oh God, he does. Sean takes hold of my hips and pushes in so hard and deep. Then he does it again, and again, until he’s riding me so roughly that it should hurt, but it doesn’t. I want him like this, and I want more.
As the sensations build within me, I climb higher and higher. Needing release, I scream as I buck into him too many times to count, and I finally shatter. Gasping, I cry out and he pushes into me once, hard. Breathless, I lean there, unable to move, and listen to him moan. His fingers are clutching my hips and I feel more stated than I have ever felt in my life. I can barely breathe, and I notice how wet we are, but I don’t think he came. I glance back at him and ask.
There’s a sultry smile on his face. Sean leans forward and kisses me. “Not yet, baby. That was you. ” It takes a moment for it to sink in—I came and he’s soaked? I did that? Before embarrassment hits me in the head like a frying pan, Sean says, “And it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I want to take you over to the bed and lick you until you come in my mouth. Oh my God, Avery. Do you have any idea how sexy you are? It’s like you’re a goddess sent here to torment me. ”
Sean pulls away and then turns me toward him. He strips the rest of my clothes before carrying me over to the bed. He sets me down and fans my hair around my head before asking, “Ready for more, Miss Smith?”
I grin, I can’t help it. I want more. “Always. ”
CHAPTER 3
Sean and I part ways in the early hours of the morning. As he packs up his things, it hits me hard. I manage to smile and say good-bye without crying. I keep thinking that Sean will offer something more, but he doesn’t. His blue eyes avoid mine, like he’s sorry this didn’t work out.
I wish I could stay, I wish I could say yes, but I can’t.
“So this is it, then?” I’m standing next to the door with my bag over my shoulder as I strangle the handle on my suitcase. I swear to God, it’s going to crack in my fist. I hate this, but I chose it. Things are over and I’m the one who ended them. I smile at him, like I’m fine with it, even though I’d rather shove glass shards into my eyeballs.
“I guess so. ” Sean stops packing and struts over to the door. The black dress shirt he’s wearing is open, revealing his beautiful chest. My eyes wander to his abs and linger too long. “My eyes are up here, Smitty. ” I glance up to find him smiling at me. Sean closes the distance between us and takes me in his arms. He kisses my cheek and releases me.
I don’t know what to say to fill the silence. I don’t know how to fix this. It seems wrong to leave him, but I have to. There’s no compromise, no alternative. Things just weren’t meant to be, which seems like a pansy-ass thing to say, until it happens to you.
My mind is reeling, trying to figure out something else, but there isn’t anything else. Sean came into town and now it’s over. I manage, “Call me next time you’re in New York. ”
He nods once and reaches for the doorknob. As he pulls it open, Sean says, “I will. Take care of yourself, Avery. ” Our eyes lock and the pit of my stomach drops. I want to lean into him, I want his arms to wrap around me and hold me tight—but none of those things happen.
“Right back at you, Motorcycle Man. ” My voice picks up a quiver and I know that I can’t linger without busting a hole in my tear ducts. They feel swollen under my face, like I’ll flood the whole damn island if I don’t get out of there. I step through the door and walk down the hallway without looking back.
It’s the last time I’ll see Sean Ferro. I’m certain of it.
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By the time Gabe drops me at the dorm it’s nearly seven in the morning. It’s Sunday, which means Amber is probably sound asleep. I walk down the quiet halls feeling like there’s an anvil on my chest. Sean isn’t the guy for me. He doesn’t want what I want. We’re too incompatible, so why am I upset? It’s better that I found out now. It has to be, right?
Gabe told me to get some rest and that he’d be back for me later this afternoon. I can’t even image faking my way through being with Henry. The whole situation is too much. I slip into my room and trip over something in the darkness. My emotions are so frayed that I can’t stop the rush of expletives that are cascading from my mouth.
Amber yells at me and flicks on the light next to her bed. “Holy shit, Avery. Could you be any louder?” I glance at her. Amber is sitting up with a sheet clutched against her naked chest with too much boob poking out for me to look at her.
I glance down to see what I tripped on—shoes. I stare at them for a moment and then look up wide-eyed. “No, no, no. Tell me you didn’t—”
“I was lonely and he was—” Amber’s shoulders rise until they swallow her neck and she gives me a sheepish look.
A male voice finishes her sentence. “Utterly fuckable. Yeah, I am. ” Naked Guy walks past me in his birthday suit, which makes my eye twitch. “Hey roomie, nice dress. ”
“He can’t stay here. ” My brain is melting. I feel it boil over and leak out of my ears. I don’t have the patience for this. I don’t. In the calmest voice I can muster, I manage, “Amber, so help me God, he needs to leave right now or I’ll—”
Naked Guy slips into bed next to Amber and grins at me. “Take a chill pill, little lady. I was just showing my friend Amber a good time. I’d be happy to let you take a ride on Giant when we’re done. Yeah, I named him Giant, because there’s no point to calling him Little, right, Amber?”
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mber has a goofy smile on her face. I feel like I’m her mother, not her roommate, which rubs me wrong. My left eye twitches as I stare at her, waiting for her to toss him out, but she doesn’t.
“Of course,” I mutter and shake my head. I disappear into our tiny bathroom and change as fast as I can.
It’s the buttcrack of dawn and I’m so not dealing with them right now. I slip on a pair of sneakers and glance at the purple coat Sean bought me. I grab it and dart out the door. As I head down the hallway, I ram straight into Mel.
We smack together before I realize it’s her. “I’m sorry… Oh, hey. Late night?”
Mel nods after shaking off the irritation of being bumped. It’s like Mel can’t fathom someone not seeing her. Right then I wasn’t seeing anyone because I had Naked Guy burned into the back of my eyelids. Gross.
“Yeah, just getting back. Where are you headed?”
“Out of here. Naked Guy is back and I don’t want to witness the bumping of uglies. There’s enough ugly in my room already. I’m going to grab breakfast and sit at the dock or something until my client later today. ”
Mel nods slowly, like she’s waiting for me to elaborate, but I don’t. She folds her arms over her pretty dress and cocks her head to the side. “You want to talk about it?”
“No. It’s a job, Mel. In fact, I’m signing on with Black for more contracts when I see her later. ”
Mel’s golden eyes narrow like she knows that I’m not telling her something. “Yeah, and what about Ferro?”
“He left town, so it’s not like he’ll be booking me again. ” My voice catches in the back of my throat. “Asking for more clients is a good thing, right? I mean, that way I can set aside some money before finals come. I was hoping not to work much the last few weeks of school. ”
Mel nods. “Maybe—but Avery, do me a favor and take it slow. You don’t need to fuck Manhattan to get over him. ”