Plunge by Davis Lainey

Author:Davis, Lainey
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-03-01T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Thistle

I HAVE NO idea why I stand up and pull Fletcher toward my mother’s station wagon, or why I open the back and crawl into the hatch with him.

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers from behind me, his teeth on my neck like they were in the elevator that night in Philadelphia. And just like then, I want it very badly.

Maybe it feels like penance. Maybe he’s hot as fuck now that he’s a man instead of a teenager. Anyway, I want to fuck him, too.

We climb in the car and start pulling our clothes off as he kneels behind me. The parking lot is pretty desolate, and his borrowed Prius stands between us and the building. It feels just private enough that I give in to the moment. He starts stroking my body as he peels off my leggings, and I moan, loving every touch.

It feels dangerous, being here with him on edge like this. I like it.

I gasp when he pulls my panties down with a hard yank and slaps my ass. There’s nothing loving or gentle or exploratory about what he’s doing now.

This is raw and primal. And I love it. I crave it. I spin around and reach for his shirt, struggling to get it off and over his head. I nearly scream when Fletcher reaches a cold finger between my legs.

“Shit, you like this,” he says, feeling my arousal. I love how wild I feel right now. After weeks of frustration and isolation, feeling completely out of my element, I feel at home in my skin. So present. Just like the night in the hotel.

“I can’t get you out of my head lately,” he says, lazily stroking my body until I’m almost whimpering.

I shiver. “I think about you, too,” I say. I start to wonder if he really wants to fuck me as I am now, or if it’s the idea of me. In Philly, we said we wanted closure. One last time to finish what we couldn’t before.

What is this, I wonder. But he pinches my nipple through my shirt, just how I like, and I stop caring.

Fletcher spins me around and bends me over and I hear the rasp of his zipper as he undoes his pants. I brace my weight on back of the seat in front of me and look over my shoulder, asking, “Do you have protection?”

He snorts. “Always, Thistle. I learned my lesson. Trust me.” As he talks, I watch him roll on a condom and I lick my lips in anticipation of what I know is about to happen.

Still, nothing prepares me for the sensation when he plunges inside me. His cock is hot and hard and fills me. I feel myself stretch around him and I groan as even more wetness seeps out of me, adding to the slick sensation of him sliding in and out.

Fletcher doesn’t say anything, but one hand hooks around my hip, holding me as he thrusts. He grunts from the effort and I close my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me.

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