Page 48 of Backlash

“No,” he says. The hand wrapped around my torso reaches up to point my chin back toward the mirror. “You need to understand.”

I train my eyes on our reflection, finding his own gaze burning into me. Sterling slides his arm down and around my waist, lifting me off my feet, just high enough that his cock springs upward, banging against the open target his other hand created and sending convulsions throughout my body.

“I will never stop giving to you,” he says. “Because you won’t let me.”

He takes his cock in his hand and centers against me. My breath catches when he begins his slow, excruciating slide inside.

“Are you watching, Lucky?”

When I don’t respond he begins to slide out of me, and I sputter my reply, “Yes.”

He allows my weight to slide down along his chest, his cock disappearing inside me as I fight to focus on how he makes me feel and not my body. It gets easier with every glorious inch. He holds me like that, his cock half-buried inside me, so that I can see it all.

“This is what I need to show you.” He only mouths the words, but I hear it like a booming command.

I watch, absent any conscious direction on my part, as my body takes over. My hips roll back and forth. Somehow, another inch of him slides into me. I feel the pressure increase, but also the ache for more of him.

I’ve stopped breathing. My lungs burn, but my body seems to think his cock is more important than air. My hips begin to wiggle, then to spasm, jerking down onto his shaft.

When his shaft is fully engulfed, the clenched knot in my throat disappears, sending sweet air back into my lungs. I shudder and gasp, my eyes finding his in the reflection.

“Do you see?” he asks. “You don't need to be saved. You never have. You need to be found, so understand what I'm saying now—I see you. I want you. I always have. I always will.”

Strange, shimmering lights float in my vision. Thoughts are fuzzy, words getting lost between my brain and my lips.

Sensing my confusion, he leans to kiss me, then nips my ear. “I noticed it the first time we made love.”

I nuzzle into the hollow of his neck, beneath his jaw. The spice of his cologne is warm and calming. Relief floods me, my body shivering at the release of so much tension. I’ve found the place I need to be, and I want to stay there forever.

“You need me more than air, Lucky.” He isn’t bragging or teasing.

I don’t bother trying to correct or object. They are foreign concepts, held by a version of me who only exists in a different place than the one we’ve just created. I don’t care what she thinks. I only want this me—the one he’s showing me. The Adair he sees. I want to exist in his eyes alone.

So, I allow my body to go limp in his arms.

His stroke is long and slow, hitting against my g-spot and releasing waves of warmth and drawing hollow moans from my lips. Our tempo increases steadily, building alongside the pressure of taking all of him.

I spy flashes of us in the mirror, a rapture of limbs and flushed-red skin. My shame is gone, back with the other parts of me that don’t belong here. I feel only light and heat, air and flame, the spark of us.

“Come for me, Lucky,” he orders, his fingertips finding my clit and stroking furiously until all I see is a blur and all I feel is pleasure. It builds, grabbing holding of me, until he frees me, my body surging with wave after wave of release. My eyes close, lost to it.

“Fuck. Fuck.” I repeat the word so many times I lose track.

Sterling’s voice adds to my chorus of fucks, and I can feel his cock jolt as he comes inside me. After a few moments, the waves fade in frequency, then die, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes. I know what comes next.

“Look at me, Lucky.”

I do. I can’t resist him.

He stares back at me, worshipping me with eyes, even as he turns on the faucet, still holding me up. He slides out of me, and I replace his absence with a whimper. He washes me off, carefully and gently, like he knows how tender I am now.

Why can’t it be like this back in the real world? I wonder.

When he finishes, he shoots me a deeply satisfied grin before releasing me to my own feet.

My legs behave like a newborn foal’s, and he puts a steadying hand on my hip. After a couple moments I nod at him, still a little short of breath.

He finally lets go off me, turning towards the shower and flipping the faucet handle to hot. “I’m glad you came over, Lucky,” Sterling says, flashing me one of his patented I know exactly how irresistible I am looks over his shoulder. “I’m glad it’s not over.”