Chapter 46 FLIGHT
THANE
I’m this close to Rachel. Those dreamy blue eyes locked into mine like they were digging through every damn emotion sitting there. Honestly, I almost wished she could read me, so she could see how hard I was fighting myself, how selfish I kept telling myself this felt.
I still had unfinished business with Wendy's case and Pops. And I knew doing this with Rachel right now broke every excuse I’d been hiding behind. Every lie I told myself about not hurting her in the end.
But hell… resisting those lips? It was so fucking Impossible for me.
“What’s with the pause?” she asked. “Don’t tell me you don’t have a condom.”
“What?” I blinked, dragged straight out of my head. Of all the things, that’s what she went with? Suddenly, Suddenly, I was snapped out of my haze, instantly puzzled by her unfiltered outburst. Like seriously? This girl just mentioned a condom like it was something she was used to.
She looked genuinely confused, brows drawn together, and it threw me off more than it should have. The first time we slept together, she’d been shy as hell, even with alcohol backing her up. I still remembered how her cheeks burned red when I asked if she had one in her purse.
And now? She was comfortably lying naked in my bed, that mouth of hers sweetly bringing it up like it was nothing, and my penis got shamelessly harder just hearing her say it like that.
I let out a low snicker I couldn’t hold back anymore when her expression shifted into this impatient frown. My body was mostly hovering over her, close enough that she had to tilt her chin up just to look at me. I slid down slightly to her chest, pressed a kiss to her forehead, then muttered, “Funny thing… I think I’m out.”
Her eyes widened instantly. I was confused if that glare meant shock or annoyance. I couldn’t tell, but I got my answer when she scoffed, rolled her eyes, with that familiar look I knew too well, then shoved me off like a thrash she was discarding away.
“Seriously?” My eyes followed her as she sat up, pulling the duvet around herself like armor.
She didn’t answer. And just like that, I officially lost the turned-on mood, which, by the way, made me feel like the world’s biggest idiot who couldn’t even do anything properly when it came to her.
“You don’t want to do this, right?” she said quietly. “You keep hesitating like something’s holding you back, and I don’t want to be the one forcing…”
“Rachel,” I cut in, my voice low, trying to keep my frustration in check. If only she knew how much it hurts to think she thought of me that way. “Look at me. Does this look like I’m being forced?”
She stared at me but she didn’t say anything. God, she was so damn cute acting this stubborn. I wished I had all the time in the world to keep watching her get this jealous even though she was trying not to show what she felt.
I moved back to her, cupping her face so she had no choice but to look at me. “I know what you’re thinking,” I informed her. “But no, I didn’t run out because of some other girl. I just… stopped buying them for a while.”
Her expression shifted, still a little skeptical, but the edge in her glare softened. “Yeah,” I continued, brushing my lips over hers. “Never really needed them.”
“And Nina?” She asked with a small voice, lips pressed in anticipation.
That made me pause—I was beyond shocked she even knew about Nina, but I was too worked up to go down that lane. So I just smirked and kissed her again instead of answering right away.
“Nope,” I murmured against her mouth. “We’re not a thing.”
Slowly, my hand slid under the duvet, finding her thigh. Before she could say anything else, I pulled her closer. She yelped, squirming as I kissed along her cheek, her eyelid, her jaw.
“Stop it,” she laughed breathlessly.
“Not a chance,” I murmured. “You started this.”
She stopped squirming and kissed me on the lips. That was it. Whatever control I had left flew out of my head. I moved over her again, her legs parting as if she’d already made her decision. My fingers drifted lower, feeling the wetness there, tracing slow circles and letting my teeth pick one of her nipples into my mouth, that made her arch her body into me.
Adrenaline rushed through my veins. I couldn't stop the groan that tore out of me as I pushed into her carefully, realizing how tight she'd truly gotten. “Fucukk… Shorty.” I growled, my teeth clenching as I glided slowly, letting her walls take me little by little until it stretched enough and I'm fully inside her.
“Oh… ah, Thane… hmm,” she breathed, her fingers digging into the space between my back and the other gripping my arm.
Her fingers dug into my back, holding on as I moved deeper, finding a rhythm that had her breathing uneven beneath me. I kept it extremely slow at first, feeling her, I could feel the bones on my hips rocking against the space between her legs as I twisted into her. I wished I could go deeper without hurting her because Rachel was so damn sweet. Sweeter than the first time… sweeter than every time I’d imagined this.
Her leg wrapped around mine, pulling me closer, silently asking for more, to press deeper and stretch her wider. My movements got heavier, a little faster now… Baby, I'm more than willing, I said in my brain.
“Thane…” she gasped again.
I shifted my weight so her lips brushed against my collarbone, her breath hot against the sensitive skin behind my ear. One of my legs pressed between hers while the other anchored me, letting me drive deeper into her. One fist pressed into the sheets while my other arm stayed close to her head, fingers threading into her hair.
I rocked faster, thrusting into her as much as her walls could take. My balls slammed hard against the skin below her core with every movement. The minute I pushed my hips deeper and my hardness hit straight into that deeper part, God help my shit, I saw triple stars. “Fuck…”
The sensation dragged me lower, forcing me to grip her tighter, chasing that feeling again and again.
Her walls started to close around my thickness but I knew I wasn't anywhere close to cumming yet. I'd be lying if I said Rachel didn't manage to push my limits ten times more than usual. I could easily go rounds with her without stopping.
But she was already close and I wanted to feel her come apart first before I poured mine although a stupid, reckless part of me almost convinced me to cum inside her. But I'd be really crazy to do that.
The second I felt that hot creamy touch at the tip of my cock, that feeling was damn maddening, I twisted inside, fisting on the sheet harder as I slammed deeper into her to take more. I knew it was my turn to force mine out, my index finger moved to touch her warmness, until it made that wet sound, igniting every drive in me.
Rachel's eyes locked with mine and shit… I couldn’t explain the rush of emotions I felt as I stared back into hers. something about that look hit different. Like this moment wasn’t supposed to end. My mouth found hers instantly. I kissed her harder, hungrier, like I couldn’t get enough.
Somewhere, my phone started ringing, but it didn't matter. One brutal groan choked out of me the second I felt myself reaching that climax.
Rachel felt it too, so she lifted her hips up a little enough for me to glide deeper, and just before I went over, I pulled away, releasing with a rough groan, my body going tense with it.
“God...” I groaned out, releasing with a hot breath as my hot cum spilled over her laps. My fist tightened around the sheets as wave after wave hit me.
After one last drop, that's when it finally eased, I collapsed against her with a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling hard.
We both stayed like that. For a few seconds, neither of us said anything. Just the sound of both our breathing filling the room. And somewhere nearby, my phone kept ringing.
That's when it hit me… Fuck! The flight.