I’m Keeping Him

I’m Keeping Him
Lucy’s POV

I woke with a start, heart slamming against my ribs, the sheets cold where his body should have been. The bed was empty. Of course it was empty.

Stupid. So fucking stupid.

I curled into myself, dragging both hands over my face as the familiar wave of despair and self loathing crashed in. How could I have fallen for it? One night of being held, one night of feeling wanted, and I let him inside me…like I was that desperate to be loved, to be seen, that I’d spread my legs for the first man who didn’t treat me like trash the second he got what he wanted. He got his story, his easy very own “I fucked the viral slut” trophy, and now he was gone before the sun even came up.

My eyes were already wet when the door creaked.
Ethan stepped in from the kitchen, barefoot, wearing nothing but those low-slung pajama pants, carrying a wooden tray. Two pieces of golden toast, butter melting into them, and a mug of steaming cocoa topped with tiny marshmallows. The smell hit me like a hug I didn’t deserve.

He froze when he saw my face.
“Lucy…” He set the tray on the nightstand fast, toast wobbling, and was on the bed in a second. “Hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me. Why are you crying?”

I stared at him, throat tight. “You’re…still here?”

His brows crashed together like I’d slapped him. “Where the hell else would I be?” He cupped my face, thumbs wiping the tears I hadn’t let fall yet. “I’m not leaving you, baby. Not now, not ever…unless you look me in the eye and tell me to go. And even then? I’ll fight like hell to stay right by your side.”

Something cracked open in my chest. Is it too early to call this man a walking green flag? Because no one…no one…has ever treated me this gently after seeing me at my absolute worst.

My lips quivered as his sincere eyes never left mine.
“Shh,” he whispered, leaning in, brushing my mouth with his. “I’ve got you.”

One soft reassuring kiss turned hungry in a heartbeat.
The sheet ripped away. He yanked me onto his lap, my thighs straddling him, his cock already rock-hard through the thin fabric. I ground down on instinct, a desperate whimper escaping me. He growled, teeth scraping my neck, one hand fisting my hair while the other shoved his pants down just enough to free himself.

No foreplay, no patience…just raw, filthy need.
He impaled me in one brutal thrust, stretching me wide, filling me so deep I cried out. My nails raked down his back as he gripped my ass hard enough to bruise, slamming me down onto him again and again. The bed frame banged against the wall, toast long forgotten, cocoa sloshing dangerously.

“Fuck…Lucy—” he snarled against my breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth, biting just hard enough to make me see stars. I rode him like I was trying to punish us both, hips rolling, grinding my clit against him on every downstroke.

He flipped us suddenly, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand, the other shoving my knees to my chest. Folded in half, completely open, he pounded into me…short, savage thrusts that punched the air from my lungs. Wet, ruthless sounds filled the room, skin slapping skin, my moans turning into broken sobs of pleasure.

“Harder,” I begged, voice wrecked. “Please, Ethan…ruin me—”

He did. Merciless, perfect, exactly what I needed.
I came first, clenching around him so tight he cursed, hips stuttering. Two more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep, spilling inside me with a guttural groan, hot pulses that made me shudder all over again.

We stayed locked together, panting, sweaty, his forehead pressed to mine.

As minutes went by, the early morning light slipped through the curtains, painting gold across his shoulders. Ethan stirred beside me, his breathing slowing, that lazy satisfied smile still on his lips. 

I felt him shift, trying to ease out from under me…quiet, careful, the way men do when they think you’re asleep and they’re about to disappear.

My hand shot out like a reflex, fingers locking around his wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” I whispered, voice hoarse and wrecked.

He froze, eyes flicking open, guilty and amused all at once.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I pushed him flat on his back and swung my leg over, straddling him again, pinning his hips with mine. He was half-hard already, and the feel of him thickening beneath me made my mouth water.

“One more,” I said, low and filthy, rolling my hips so he slid along my slick folds.

His smile turned dark, wicked. “Greedy girl.”

I sank down on him slow, inch by torturous inch, watching his eyes roll back. My hands planted on his chest, nails digging into muscle as I took him to the hilt. Head thrown back, hair spilling everywhere, I started to ride again…lazy circles at first, grinding my clit against him, savoring every throb.

“Fuck, Lucy…” His hands found my breasts, kneading hard, thumbs flicking my nipples until I gasped. Then they slid lower, gripping my ass with bruising force, spreading me, pushing me down harder, deeper, controlling the pace even though I was on top.

I couldn’t even make out any comprehensible words… Just raw, broken sounds…moans in tongues I didn’t know I owned, spilling from my throat as I bounced faster, chasing that edge again like a woman possessed, tits bouncing wildly, the wet slap of my ass against his thighs echoing like gunshots.

“Fuck…right there…don’t you dare stop—” I snarled, slamming down so hard the headboard cracked against the wall.

He met every roll of my hips with an upward thrust, slamming into me, the headboard cracking against the wall like it owed us money.

He growled my name, hips bucking wild, fingers digging so deep into my ass I knew I’d wear his marks for days. My pussy fluttered around him, greedy, milking him with every roll, every grind, every filthy bounce.

“Come with me,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Come all over my cock again, Lucy…let me feel you break.”

I shattered first, clenching around him like a fist, and he followed right after…twitching hot and deep inside me, pulsing over and over as we came together, messy and perfect.

I collapsed onto his chest, trembling, every muscle sore and used and blissed-out. His arms wrapped around me immediately, holding me close, heart thundering under my ear.

I dozed off like that…on top of him, full of him, safe for the first time in what felt like forever.

I don’t want this to end.

If this goes down the drain, it takes everything with it. I’d be left with nothing worth breathing for. I’ll fight like hell to hold on.

I’ll do whatever it takes…even kill…to keep it.