Chapter 133

There’s no foreplay, no real working up to it, just two people going crazy with desire, lost in a need to have each other, and caught in the moment. He pushes inside of me, lifting me up by the thighs and makes me moan out with the way he slides inside. Noses together, eyes locked as he thrusts into me.

Both of us panting with the way it’s happening; my arms around his neck and clawing at him already with how good he always feels within me.

Arrick kisses me hard, sucks on my lip then rams me against the car harder, so he is deep inside me as I gasp in pleasure, moaning around him. I pull open his shirt, nibble at his jaw and neck, rake my nails down the exposed flesh as he thrusts into me aggressively, heated banging against the car and I don’t care who hears us.

We have never been like this, even with the marathon of kinky sex positions over the last few days, we have never had a fast-heated quickie without serious make-out and foreplay coming first, and this is all raw primal need. We have never physically been rough with one another like this, well minus my claws, but this is some unspoken need to do so, Loving how much he is throwing every basic urge he has at me. I throw all my inhibitions to the wind, claw at him, bite his lip harder and cry out so loudly a flock of birds scatter away from nearby trees.

It lasts only minutes, so hard my body is pressed into the smooth metal roughly, leaving marks on my skin with steel fingers and my gauges on him are drawing blood, but I like it. Leaning back so my head rests on the roof of his car as the waves of ecstasy climb up through me like hot waves and I dig my nails in under his shirt at his muscular skin so that I can pretty much feel myself piercing him. The car rocks behind me with the force of the sex we are having, shifting with every thrust.

Arrick’s grip bites into my flesh of my thighs in reaction, a slight moan from under his breath, pushing me up harder, faster until I can’t contain it anymore. One last final scream as orgasm rips through me and I cling to him crazily as the biggest all-consuming spasms of climax rips my body apart. Although this doesn’t feel like any I have had before, this feels more intense and different, stronger and body racking and completely screws me up physically with the intensity.

The sudden drenching between us makes me look down in complete shock. Pretty sure I just peed myself mid orgasm and it snaps me out of the afterglow instantly. Arrick looks down too, finding his own release as I did and smiles at the obvious something all over us. His trousers and my shoes are soaked, and I’m utterly mortified.

“What the hell?” I can’t move from the way he has me perched as he pulls out of me. It’s disgusting, completely mortifying and I have no clue why he is even smiling at me like that. My face is set in a grimace and I’m silently ashamed, utterly cringing in ickiness.

What the hell just happened?

“You came, baby… Like properly came.” He grins and slides me down to my feet, pulling off his shirt over his head, as though this is a completely everyday thing, leaning down to try and help clean me up.

I don’t know what to do, staring at this like it’s the worst thing ever. Immobile because I feel so…. gross.

“What? What does the even mean? That’s disgusting.” I have heat creeping up my face, completely mortified that I would do that in front of him, on him. How he can even be dabbing at my legs and not recoiling in ‘eww my girlfriends disgusting’, like I am. I have lost all composure and am utterly embarrassed in front of him of all people.

“It is not! It means you’re one of the very few women that can have a female ejaculation, and you just made all my Christmases come at once. I feel pretty accomplished right now.” He hands me his shirt and slides his belt off, throwing it in his open car window and attempts to minimize the mess of his pants with the edge of the shirt I am now holding. I stare at it with complete abhorrence. His pants are soaked like someone threw an entire bucket of water over him.

“I didn’t…Pee?” I ask numbly, thoughts of Emma’s baby waters hitting me months back and looking at what he’s doing with that same grim expression as that day.

“No, you didn’t pee, baby. You had a very real orgasm, meaning I was doing something completely right. I think this proves my theory that I am the guy for you. Not every girl can do this.” He looks so fucking happy and I keep staring at him like he has lost his ever-loving mind.

Why did I get the weird one?

“Why are you smiling, we’re messy and wet and now you don’t have a shirt.” I point out, not sure this is ever going to be a good memory at all. Standing dry, dress back to rights and staring at my half naked man looking as if he’s high.

“This is pretty much what every guy aspires to do during sex… I think I just earned a permanent crown of sex god.” He walks to his trunk and pulls out his gym bag, stripping behind his car quickly into his change of clothes without one care about who might see him. I watch him literally strip naked without two shits about it and frown.

“You’re weird, this is weird.” I follow him, handing over the sodden shirt, seeing as mostly I am untouched. He had my dress out of the way and my underwear pulled aside.

“My little Climaxer.” He chuckles, winks at me with a smile that almost takes over his entire face.

Clearly very happy.

“Eww! Arry don’t call me that, and you better never tell a soul that I did that.” I pout at him irrationally, scared that other people might hear about what I did. Still not entirely convinced I didn’t just have some weird weak bladder moment that is utterly vile.

“Aww come on baby, I have to be able to tell the guys I made you cum like a waterfall. You’re so innocent sometimes, it’s crazily cute.” He pulls his new T-shirt over his head and throws his other clothes in the trunk, leaning in to plant a kiss on my mouth.

“Don’t you dare!” I blanche up at him in complete alarm. A sudden thought hitting me in the head so suddenly.

“You tell them about us having sex?” I squeak, completely betrayed, hurt that he discusses what we do with Nate, or Jason, or any of his friends when I am not there; panicking as Arrick’s smile drops.

“Hell, no! … Why would you think that? I mean, they obviously know… I train topless and your nails are brutal, plus I think the fact I’m always in a good mood is a dead giveaway. Men make jokes about sex; I swear I tell them nothing. I’ve had plenty aimed my way from your little sexy scratches and bites. I think every one of them is jealous that I got myself a stunner who obviously gives me a wild sex life.” He smiles properly, no Hollywood charm or ‘I’m hot’ just genuine, ‘I am so happy right now’, and I relax a little. Something inside calming down that he genuinely seems to have liked this and knowing he wouldn’t betray me by boasting to his mates about what we do.

“I do?” It’s not like I can compare what we do to anything or anyone normal; my past just taught me about being used and hurt and I try to never go back there. I only know what we do together always feels good, and right. I can’t ever tell if it was always like this with other people too. I don’t know what normal sex with other people is like, I have no comparison.

“You have no clue how amazing you are. Sophie, if you ever doubted that sex between us was ever going to be an issue, then stop…. Because you are the best sex I have ever had in my life, there’s no comparison. You literally blow my mind every time we do this.” He catches my hand when he closes the trunk and pulls me around with him, leading me to the passenger door. Stopping and turning me to him, brushing back my hair with his fingers and kissing me softly on the lips.

“You’re just saying that because I peed on you and I’m embarrassed.” I mumble childishly, still not sure this is a good thing at all. Feeling strangely shy and looking down at our entangled fingers.

“Fuck no… I want you to do that every time. I will be aiming for it. Baby, you have made every single one of my fantasies for the dream girl come true. Sex with you is better than I could ever have imagined it would be. You’re amazing, you completely let go and trust me to take care of you, there are no real boundaries with what you let me do to you. I know how huge that is…. I love you so much more because of it.” He pulls me to him, kisses me again, only this time with a little bit of teasing tongue, leaving me breathless and wanting more, before opening my door and guiding me inside.

“I don’t know what to say.” I settle in the seat, watching him automatically lean in and buckle me up.

“An I love you wouldn’t go amiss occasionally.” Arrick eyes me warily, and I frown, looking away with a sigh. Of all the things I am still having a hard time with, it seems so dumb that something I used to say to him so freely is now something which sticks in my throat. He moves in against me and kisses me on the cheek.

“I get it, baby, it will come. When you feel like you trust me like you once did. I love you, that’s all that matters.” I catch the tiny tone of hurt in his voice and look up at him sadly, wishing I could cross that last barrier and tell him that I do.

I really do.