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Going through the Riders Quadrant under a false name is a very strange experience. I am a prince of Navarre pretending to be a nobody. Pretending I didn’t grow up in a castle, pretending my parents are normal people and know I joined the Quadrant. Even though I try to answer people’s questions with half-truths or simply stay quiet when I can’t, the lies pile up faster than I could ever have imagined.
The result is that most of my squad mates tend to keep their distance from me, either because they sense I’m keeping something from them or simply because I’m an arrogant bastard and they don’t like me. Either is fine with me. I’m used to it. Growing up as the king’s son, there has always been a certain distance between me and those around me.
The only person who doesn’t seem to care about distance is Sloane Mairi. It’s not like she is particularly close with anyone, but she certainly doesn’t treat me any differently. The first time I say something stupid and off-handed to her, she rounds on me and snarls at me like she would at any other cadet and I’m completely taken aback. I can’t help but start paying closer attention to her, this beautiful girl who is so clearly in pain. The grief is written all over her face, and even if I hadn’t heard about her brother, I would recognize that expression as one I’ve worn myself for a long while.
She is terrible at sparring and she is a pain in the ass, so by rights, she should be dead within the first week. But she doesn’t die. She stubbornly survives her way through the challenges, she claws her way up the gauntlet and she apparently convinces a dragon to bond her. The grief is still all over her face, but now, there is hope too. Despite myself, I am impressed.
Hope. It’s always the thing that will break you. Not your squad mates dying, not the exhaustion of everyday life at Basgiath, but hope. I can see it in Sloane’s eyes, that first day on the flight field after Threshing. She thought she made it, that the worst of our first year was over and she would survive. And then she almost falls off her dragon (we all do, but with her, it’s close).
Sloane doesn’t scream, doesn’t cry, but as we land, I can see her whole body shaking from two dragons away and the expression on her face is one of absolute terror and desperation. It’s the dawning realization that it’s not getting better from here on out. I can see how close she is to breaking down and I don’t like it one bit. She is strong, our squad is strong and we need her to be stubborn and defiant, not broken and scared.
I watch her storm off the flight field as soon as possible, so close to fleeing I’m sure everyone notices how shaken up she is. I give her a moment and then I follow her. Flying was our last class of the afternoon, so I’m pretty sure she’ll have gone straight to her room.
“What?”, she snaps through the closed door in response to me knocking on her door a few minutes later. There is anger and impatience in her voice. Good. Anger is better than fear. I don’t say anything, just knock again.
The door is yanked open from under my knuckles and Sloane glares up at me. Her eyes are red and glassy, and a few strands of her blonde hair have escaped her braid and are stuck to her face messily. There is a dagger in her hand.
“Mairi”, I greet her casually, leaning against the doorframe like the arsehole I am.
Her blue eyes narrow at me. “What do you want?”, she spits out through clenched teeth. I let my gaze travel down her body, still in her flight leathers minus the jacket, and back up to her face.
“To help you”, I reply.
“I don’t need your fucking help”, she says instantly, voice tight with anger, and begins to close the door in my face. I push my palm flat against it, stopping her.
“Hear me out for one minute”, I insist. “If you don’t like it, I’ll leave.”
On any other day, she probably would have argued with me, but I can see the bone-deep exhaustion in the way she holds her body. “Fine”, she concedes, rolling her eyes. “One minute.”
I stride into the room, letting her close the door behind me. We’ve only had these rooms for one night, so hers looks exactly like mine, empty except for her pack dropped next to the desk and a few clothes lying around. Marching right over to her bed, I drop down onto the mattress, bracing myself with my hands flat on the comforter, my legs stretched out comfortably. Looking up at Sloane, I have to suppress a smirk. Her scowl is really something.
“So?”, she prompts impatiently, clearly regretting letting me into her room.
“Fuck me”, I say calmly.
Silence.
“Excuse me?!”, she chokes out, outrage and disbelief at war in her tone. I laugh softly at her expression and her frown deepens.
“Come on, Mairi”, I say, offering her my most charming smile, “I’ve seen the way you ran from the flight field–”
“That wasn’t–”, she starts.
“It’s awful here, you feel awful, and you need a good fuck.”
“Who I fuck and when is none of your–”
“Well, whoever they are, they aren’t doing a very good job, now are they?”
“That’s not–”
“You came so close to breaking today”, I cut her off harshly and her mouth snaps shut. “I told you, I saw you. You’re strung tighter than a bow, you’re afraid you’ll never be good enough, and to top it all off, you almost fell to your death today. You desperately want to feel in control for one fucking moment of this horrible–”
Sloane spins forward, stepping right between my legs, and suddenly her dagger is at my throat. I could disarm her easily, but even though all my muscles instinctively tense for a fight, I will myself to stay where I am, smiling angelically up at her furious, scrunched-up face. I don’t think she’d actually slit my throat, but if she did, it would be the most hilarious death I could think of. The conniption my father would have when he found out would be one for the ages.
“I know what it feels like when everything seems to be spinning out of control”, I continue, holding her gaze while the edge of her dagger grazes my skin, “so if you want some release, come get some.”
She contemplates me for a long moment and I’m almost sure she’ll tell me to get out, but then she says “I don’t trust you enough”, which isn’t a no.
My smile spreads even wider and I raise an eyebrow at her. “You can fuck me with a dagger to my throat if that’s what you’re into.”
If I hadn’t been staring at her so intently, I would have missed the slight hitch in her breathing. But her voice is calm and flat as she asks: “And what makes you think I won’t slit your throat?”
I shrug a shoulder, the blade scraping across my throat. “Where’s the fun in that?”
Sloane narrows her eyes at me, but this time it’s not anger. She is trying to figure out if I’m being sincere. She is so close we’re almost touching, but I stay perfectly still, waiting for her to decide what she wants.
“What exactly are you offering?”, she finally asks in a quiet voice that is more vulnerable than anything I’ve ever heard her say.
“You want to feel in control?”; I ask softly, matching her tone. Sloane searches my eyes with hers like she expects me to laugh at her and tell her I’m not serious about any of this. I just wait until she nods, her whole body tense with the admission.
“Then use me”, I say. Her eyes widen a little and I wonder if anyone has ever offered to be submissive for her. “Do to me whatever you need. Get yourself off with my body.” She shifts her weight slightly, her leg brushing against my knee as her gaze travels down my body, before snapping up to my face again.
Slowly, telegraphing my movements, I reach forward and gently take her chin between my thumb and forefinger, stroking her jaw softly. Her lips part and there’s still hesitation in her eyes.
“Just this once and we’ll never have to talk about it again”, I say, trying to assure her. I don’t think I’ve ever had to work this hard to get anyone to sleep with me. “Just take what you need, Sloane.” She exhales audible at the sound of her name and I want to run my thumb over her lips.
“Take off your shirt”, she says and it’s almost a question, but my pulse starts to beat faster in my ears nonetheless. She drops the dagger from my throat and I make sure I’m holding her gaze as I pull my shirt over my head. I drop it next to the bed and silently wait for her to go on.
“Take off your boots”, Sloane demands, and this time, it’s not a question anymore. She doesn’t move out of my way, so I lean down and around her, brushing her leg with my shoulder as I work open the laces of one boot and then the other. If she wanted to stab me, this would be the perfect moment, but I’m pretty sure the dagger in her hand is just for show now. I lock my ankles behind her and toe off my boots. She shifts her weight again and I wonder if this is turning her on.
“Lie down on the bed”, she tells me. She hasn’t even touched me yet, but I can feel myself start to get hard. Obediently, I scoot backward onto the bed, lying down on a pillow.
“Hands behind your head”, she adds. Breathing out, I raise my arms and prop my head up on my hands. Sloane watches me, dragging her gaze slowly over my whole body. It’s not like the involuntary glance from before, this one is deliberate. She is looking at me, spread out on the bed for her.
I watch her sheathe the dagger at her left hip and take off her boots. She reaches up to pull the ribbon out of her braid and her hair cascades down her shoulders in soft waves, ending right beneath her breasts. Gods, I want to touch her. Instead, I curl my fingers into the pillow to stop myself from reaching for her as she gets onto the bed and crawls toward me. Somehow, this whole situation is turning me on faster than I would have thought. Sure, I’ve thought about her before – how could I not – but I’ve never imagined it like this.
She is still watching me as she lifts one leg over my thighs and positions herself over me. She doesn’t put her weight on me, just braces her hands on my bare stomach and I almost jolt at the contact. My hands curl tighter into the pillow. Not touching her is going to be fucking hard.
Sloane strokes both her hands over my abdomen, traveling lower until she is stroking back and forth across my waistband. It all goes straight to my cock, but I make myself stay as still as possible.
“What do you like?”, she asks quietly, reaching for the laces of my pants and slowly unlacing them.
Your hands on me. “You don’t have to please me”, I remind her. “I was serious when I said you could use me.” Her lips part in surprise, but I cut her off. “I’ll tell you if I don’t like it.” She bites her bottom lip and I want to kiss her, but then she nods and finishes opening my pants. She teases her fingers across the front of my underpants, more the promise of a touch than anything more. I grit my teeth and she smirks down at me. Some of her hesitation is gone and there is a spark in her eyes that wasn’t there before.
“Are you hard for me?”, she asks teasingly.
“Touch me and find out”, I retort. Please, please, touch me.
Instead, she just yanks at the waistband of my pants and I lift my hips to help her take them off. She crawls back over me, running her hands up my thighs and I want to arch into her touch. It takes all of my self-control to stay still on the bed. Sloane goes back to playing with the waistband of my underpants, sliding her fingertips beneath it, stroking across it, but deliberately avoiding my cock until I’m hard enough that every little shift of the fabric against my skin has me fighting my reactions. It’s clear she wants to tease me and I’m determined to play unbothered.
“You’re soaking your underwear”, she comments calmly and without warning presses her thumb directly to the tip of my cock where some pre-come has soaked through the fabric. I stifle a gasp. Sloane rubs the fabric slowly up and down, watching my face the whole time. I want to put my hands on her so badly.
Finally, she pulls my underpants down my legs, discarding them on the floor. It’s turning me on, the way she is watching me, completely naked on her bed, not able to hide anything from her. I can’t believe we haven’t even kissed.
Sloane gets up off the bed and, holding my gaze, slowly pulls open the laces on her pants, pushing them down her thighs. I am barely breathing as she steps out of them, letting my eyes wander over her long legs and the tiny pair of black panties she just revealed.
My cock is hard against my stomach as she climbs on top of me again. Instead of hovering like before, she drops her weight onto the top of my thighs and wraps one hand around the base of my cock. This time, I can’t quite manage to stifle the gasp that escapes me as she slowly starts pumping my length in her hand. She circles her thumb across the tip, rubbing my pre-come across my cock and my mouth is suddenly dry.
Before I can even process what is happening, she raises her weight up off my thighs and pushes her panties to the side. I get one glimpse at her pussy before she lines up my cock and pushes down onto me.
“Sloane–”, I start to say, because even though she is wet, the lack of foreplay means she is tight and there is some resistance, but she shushes me. And then she exhales in what could almost be called a gasp and pushes herself further down onto me, sliding her knees apart until I bottom out inside her.
“Fuck”, I gasp, screwing my eyes shut for a second at how warm and tight she feels. I want to grab her hips and pull her onto me tighter. As I look up at her, she is smiling and I forget how to breathe for a second. In all the weeks we’ve been here, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Sloane Mairi smile. Smirk and grin and even laugh, sure, but nothing like that smile. It makes her look even more beautiful, lighting up her whole face.
“So”, she says conversationally, as if she weren’t sitting on my cock, “here’s how it’s going to be: I will fuck you as slowly as I like and if you get impatient, you only have yourself to blame.”
I can’t help but laugh, which pushes me deeper into her. Her eyes widen a little. “Absolutely”, I agree.
She lifts herself a few inches off me and sinks back down experimentally and gods, does she feel good. I tilt my hips up to meet her and she hums in approval before stilling again.
“Keep your hands where they are”, she reminds me before lifting the hem of her shirt to pull it over her head. And fuck, I’ve always had a thing for corsets, but Sloane Mairi in a corset? The black leather is so tight the tops of her breasts are almost spilling over it and her blonde hair falling down her bare neck and shoulders is enough to make me stupid.
She notices me looking at her and the smile turns into the smirk I’m more used to seeing on her face. “Be nice and I might take it off”, she teases.
“I can be very nice”, I say instantly, meaning every word. Sloane just grins at me and starts to rock her hips against me. I meet her thrusts, but I don’t try to force her rhythm. I’ll let her fuck me exactly the way she wants. It takes her a bit of experimenting, but I’m finally rewarded with a small gasp as she finds the right angle. Her pace is slow like she said it would be, but she is getting wetter, my cock sliding in and out of her more easily.
“Tell me how it feels for you”, she demands and oh, I like that a lot. Especially with her unashamedly holding eye contact through it all.
“You feel fucking amazing”, I tell her honestly and she smiles.
“You really can be nice”, she observes, stilling her movements again. I want to keep thrusting into her, but I make myself stay still as I see her reaching behind herself to open the laces of her corset. She pulls them loose until the corset falls away and she throws it off the bed. Her breasts are bound and she keeps her eyes on me as she slowly starts to unwind the bindings. My cock twitches inside her and as they come off, all I can do is stare. Her rosy nipples are hardening into stiff peaks as they are exposed to the air of the room and there is a jagged scar beneath her left breast I desperately want to lick. As she starts moving again, her breasts bounce with the movement and I want to touch her so badly.
She fucks herself slowly on my cock, her panties still tucked to one side, the fabric rubbing against our bodies. Although she is pretty quiet, her little gasps are getting more frequent. On her next thrust, I angle my hips up, brushing against her clit as she comes down and she lets out a startled gasp. She chases the feeling, tilting her hips forward and rubbing her clit against me, trying to get more friction. She stops moving up and down and just grinds herself against me slowly while I watch her, mesmerized.
Sloane raises an eyebrow at me, rocking back and forth the tiniest bit. “What would you do”, she asks and her voice sounds breathless, “if I just stayed on your cock motionless like this?”
“You can sit on my cock for however long you like”, I assure her. She gasps and begins rocking her hips faster, grinding against me.
“And if I didn’t let you come?”, she asks, smirking and eyes sparkling.
I stifle a moan. Please let me come. “Then I’d go back to my room afterward and get myself off thinking about you rubbing your pretty pussy all over me”, I grit out, my voice more hoarse than I expected.
Sloane jerks against me, biting off a gasp. “And what if”, she continues breathlessly, “I forbade you to get yourself off?”
My fingernails dig into the pillow. I force out a laugh and she gasps as it jostles her. “Oh, princess–” Fuck, I didn’t mean to call her that. Her eyes widen in surprise. “– you need to give me a damn good reason for me not to wank myself raw to memories of this”, I continue roughly to cover up calling her that.
She likes my answer, I can tell. And apparently all the dirty talk. I aim to please, so I ask her: “Are you going to come like this?” Sloane’s head lolls back for a second at my words, exposing her throat and making her breasts perk up even more. She nudges her clit more firmly against me and I know she is desperate for friction.
“I could give you a hand if you let me”, I offer with a smirk. She grinds against me and then all thoughts leave my brain as she brings her hands to her breasts, touching herself, rolling her nipples between her fingers and pinching slightly. The smirk falls right off my face as she pinches her nipples again and her pussy contracts around me. I almost thrust into her on instinct, my cock throbbing at how tight she feels.
“Sloane”, I say and I’m not teasing anymore, “please let me be nice to you.” She hesitates for a moment, but then she leans forward, grabs my right hand, and licks my thumb into her mouth. I consider the possibility of blacking out as she sucks on my thumb, watching me with those big blue eyes, running her tongue over my finger to get it nice and wet. Fuck.
There is a soft plopping sound as she pulls my finger out of her mouth and pushes my hand down between her legs. I take the hint and press my thumb to her clit. She gasps and tilts her hips back to give me better access, so I drag the pad of my finger over her clit. She is silky wet and her clit is swollen and it’s a good thing she has stopped moving because I’m so hard I can hardly see straight. My cock throbs where it’s motionless inside her as I circle her clit in tight little movements. I can feel her walls start to flutter around me and I know she must be so close. Her breathing is shallow and uneven and her thighs are trembling, so I just keep going, petting her aching clit.
I watch as her hands go back to playing with her nipples, her eyes screwed shut, and right as she pinches them, I press against her clit, hard, and suddenly she is coming with a sigh, her muscles contracting around me so tight I gasp.
I stroke her through it until she jerks away from my touch. It takes her a moment to catch her breath before she opens her eyes, looking at me again. Her eyes are softer now and some of the tension is gone from her posture.
She contemplates me for a moment and even though I almost can’t think about anything other than how badly I want to come, I wait for her to tell me what to do next. This is for her and if she tells me to leave right now, I will. I might scream in frustration as soon as I’m back in my own room, but I will leave.
“Sit up and lean against the headboard”, Sloane says softly. Relief floods through me at the realization that she isn’t done with me yet. I hook an arm around her waist to keep her on my cock as I haul myself into a sitting position, settling her into my lap. I keep my hand around her, slowly stroking my thumb across her back, the other still behind my head like she told me to.
Sloane shifts in my lap and carefully puts her arms around my neck. Suddenly, this feels intimate. Me still inside her, throbbing and needy, and her face so close to mine I have no chance of hiding any of my reactions.
“Do you like it when I’m just sitting on your cock?”, she asks in a voice that is remarkably even for someone who just came. Normally, I would say something teasing and cocky, but then I settle for the truth.
“I do”, I say and I can’t help but feel her all around me, feel how hard I am inside her. “Although I can’t promise I won’t come if you keep this up much longer”, I admit with a sigh.
She studies me, her blue eyes piercing right through me. “I want you to tell me when you’re getting close.”
I tense in an effort not to thrust into her, feeling instantly closer. “Sloane”, I groan – and then I have no idea what I’m even trying to say.
“Does that turn you on?”, she asks, a small smile playing around her lips.
“Yes”, I gasp, my voice more breathless than I expected. Fuck, when did this turn from me doing her a favor to me being desperate for it? Quite a while ago, some distant part of my brain whispers.
“Good”, she says. “If you don’t like it anymore, you’ll tell me. “ It’s not a question, it’s an order and all I can do is nod.
“Touch my breasts”, she tells me softly. My hands are instantly on her body with the permission, sliding up her ribs until I’m finally cupping her breasts. I stroke my thumbs across her nipples and she arches into me ever so slightly. She squeezes me and I have to screw my eyes shut for a moment to get my composure back. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This shouldn’t be so fast. I’m not sure how long I can do this.
I roll Sloane’s nipples between my fingers, pinching and stroking, and by the way she twitches on my cock and her fast breathing, I know she is getting turned on again.
“Keep doing that”, she whispers. And then she is leaning forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the side of my neck. I groan, tightening my fingers on her nipples as she licks over my skin and finally, finally, she moans against me. My cock throbs at the sound.
Sloane moves in sucking, licking kisses up my neck to my jaw, kissing me right underneath my ear and I groan again, thrusting into her before I can stop myself.
“Sorry”, I gasp as her fingers tighten on my neck.
“Keep still”, she murmurs against my skin. I tweak her nipples in response and she moans again. I’m tight and leaking precome and just her shifting to kiss my neck is enough movement to have me gritting my teeth.
“Fuck”, I murmur as she sucks on my neck again. Sloane hums in agreement, pushing her breasts further into my hands and I massage them gently before brushing against her nipples again. She shifts on my cock again and I can feel myself getting closer. I want to fuck her so badly, but it would probably only take a handful of thrusts to send me over the edge. I try to concentrate on playing with her nipples, but I’m steadily getting closer. I know she is turned on too, she is making my lap sticky with how wet she is and her gasps and moans tell me how aroused she is.
“Sloane, I’m getting close”, I admit through gritted teeth. She moans and pulls back, cupping my jaw in her hands to lock her gaze with mine.
“Do you like getting your cock warmed that much?”, she asks, stroking her thumbs across my jawline.
I groan. “Yeah.” She shifts again and I tense all my muscles in an attempt to calm myself down.
“Are you going to hold out a bit longer or do you need me to move off you?”, she asks gently.
Fuck. “I can hold it”, I choke out. At least I think I can.
“Good”, she praises softly, and it goes straight to my cock. “Keep stroking my nipples.”
I do as I’m told and my balls draw tighter at the moan that elicits from her. “Sloane”, I say and I think I’m begging, but I’m not sure what I’m begging for.
“How about this”, she muses, “I’ll kiss you so you have something else to focus on than how good my pussy feels.” I’m so close. I nod way too eagerly, my whole body tense.
Sloane leans forward and then she is kissing me softly, her tongue swiping into my mouth as my lips part on a gasp. She kisses me slow and deep and when she sucks on my bottom lip, I jerk inside her, my cock almost painfully hard.
“Not helping”, I complain breathlessly, breaking the kiss. She laughs a little and the vibrations of her around me almost send me over the edge.
“Sloane”, I groan. She is watching me again, panting, lips slightly parted, waiting for me to go on. “I am so close, please–” I break off. She just keeps watching me. “Please, let me come”, I finally beg. I’ve never begged for an orgasm before. I also don’t care anymore.
“Here’s what you’ll do”, she says, her voice rough and I know this is affecting her as well, “you’ll rub my clit and when you make me come, you’re allowed to come too.” I groan, my balls drawing even tighter. My hand is instantly between our bodies, seeking her clit. “And because you’ve been so good”, she gasps as I press my thumb against her and start rubbing circles into her swollen clit, “I’ll stay extra still to make it easier for you.”
I touch her desperately, trying to stave off my own orgasm. She is moaning in my arms and I know she is trying to stay still, but her whole body starts to tremble with how close she is getting and suddenly I’m not sure I’ll manage to hold out long enough. I feel her walls fluttering around me, and she is hot and wet. Feeling my orgasm building, I hold on as tightly as I can, increasing my circles. Her clit feels so swollen and that thought almost makes me come.
“Sloane, I can’t–”, I gasp.
“You can”, she cuts me off decisively. “I’m so close, you want me to come all over your cock, don’t you?”
I groan, loud and desperate, and feel the beginnings of my orgasm. I know I’m past the point of no return, my balls are tight and as I press against her clit harder, she jerks on my cock and suddenly, I know I can’t hold it anymore. I rub her clit furiously, my other hand pinching her nipple, trying to take her with me.
“Sloane, please”, I gasp, “I can’t hold it, I’m coming, I–” She shivers, her pussy tightening around me and I’m done. I bury my head in her shoulder, coming inside her in long spurts, rocking against her, thrusting into her with the force of my release.
“Aaric”, she moans and then she is shuddering in my arms, coming apart around my cock as I fill her up.
We’re both panting as we come back down and it takes me a moment to collect myself. Sloane’s hands are still at the nape of my neck, softly stroking my skin. I want to melt into her, but I make myself pull back instead.
“You okay?”, Sloane asks quietly and I can’t help but stare at her lips. I want to kiss her so badly.
I clear my throat. “Yeah”, I say once I find my voice again. She shifts in my arms and I can feel her tensing up as my come starts to leak out of her.
“We should clean up”, Sloane says, already moving off me and I slip out of her.
I want to hold her, to keep touching her body, to kiss her until she is breathless again. “Do you want me to leave?”, I ask, willing my voice to sound flat and even.
She looks at me over her shoulder as she steps out of her soaked underwear, her blonde hair softly falling down her back and shrugs. Then she pulls on a robe and leaves the room.
I stare after her, speechless and stunned. I’m not exactly sure what a shrug means in this situation, but it sure as hell wasn’t a yes. So I slip out of bed to go to the bathroom myself, but I’m back before she is, settling back against the headboard, pulling a blanket up to my waist, and waiting for her.
The door opens and there is a slight hesitation in Sloane’s movements as she sees me still sitting in her bed, but then she crosses over to her wardrobe in silence. I hold my breath as she lets the robe fall from her shoulders and pulls on an oversized shirt that covers her body down to the top of her thighs. I want to put my hands on her so badly. She has fucked me to the edge of my sanity and I haven’t even come close to touching her in all the ways I want.
Sloane walks over to the bed and I can see her weighing her options before she climbs into my lap again. The blanket is between us, but the knowledge that she isn’t wearing anything underneath her shirt makes me wish the blanket would disappear.
She slowly puts her arms around me again and leans forward to kiss me. I pull her against me by her waist, putting my other hand in her hair, and kiss her back, my tongue swiping into her mouth. Her teeth graze my bottom lip and my hips jerk against her, my cock already getting hard again.
Pulling back with a small sigh, Sloane studies me carefully. “Can I still use you?”, she asks me quietly. I can only nod, my body suddenly very interested in her next words.
Sloane bites her lip briefly, then she says, almost in a rush: “I need a nap. And I don’t want to be alone.” I raise an eyebrow at her, surprised at the admission, and I can see her struggle to force the words out. “Just this once”, she adds. Please is left unspoken, but I can hear it clearly in her voice anyway.
I don’t have a habit of sticking around after hooking up. I’m always happy to go a second round, but I usually prefer to leave before anyone starts to get any ideas about any feelings.
“Lie down”, I tell her, shooing her off me gently.
Sloane crawls under the blanket and curls up with her back to me. I turn toward her, putting my arm around her waist, and pull her back against my chest. I grit my teeth to suppress a sigh as her body slots against mine. She feels soft and warm and her shirt rides up her back with the movement, pressing her naked arse against my thighs.
I press a soft kiss to her neck and she shifts against me. I can feel my cock getting harder and harder. I know she can feel it, pressed as I am against her. I don’t bother to hide it or move away.
“You can, you know”, Sloane murmurs sleepily.
I freeze. “What?”, I ask hoarsely, my mouth dry, even though I have a pretty good idea what she means.
She nestles closer to me. “Put your cock inside me while I sleep.” My cock twitches and I involuntarily tighten my arm around her.
“You sure?”, I ask quietly. How does this girl manage to turn me on with just one sentence? She nods against her pillow. I swallow hard.
“I don’t want to hurt you”, I whisper, sneaking my hand under her shirt and stroking my thumb across her ribs.
“Don’t worry, I’m still wet”, she murmurs, sounding half-asleep already. Fuck. My cock is hard enough I know I won’t have any problems pushing into her, so I move my hand between our bodies to line myself up with her. A groan escapes me before I can stop myself as I discover that she is in fact still very wet. I slide into her slowly, watching her for any signs of discomfort, but she just pushes back against me.
“Aaric”, she sighs quietly as I bottom out inside her and I wish she would say my real name. But of course, she doesn’t know my real name. I doubt I would get to hold her like this if she did. The thought makes my chest ache, but I push the feeling away. Instead, I pull her closer to me and try to focus on the feeling of my cock inside her. I stay like this, tense and still, as Sloane’s breathing evens out and she falls asleep in my arms.