Control wavers as I move inside of her. She switches between staring at me and the starlit sky, enthralled with us both. I shift my position and brush my dick up against her sensitive spot. Her body shakes at the new sensation, her arms wrapping around my neck as she tugs my lips toward her. My dick continues to pump into her, enjoying how desperate she grows to find her release.
“Fuck yeah, babe. God. It never feels like enough with you. I want you every fucking day, and I don’t know what to do about it.” My hand palms her breast.
Her body bucks under my torture, unable to handle the different feelings. And I’m right there with her. My brain can’t make sense of the emotions running through me. A blend of affection and unrestrained desire.
Sophie climaxes, erupting around my dick while making the best sounds. I slow my movements and milk her orgasm. Her eyes open and a lazy smile crosses her face before she kisses me tenderly.
“You don’t know how sexy you are. And you’re all mine.” I bite on my lip.
Something flashes in her eyes before she closes them, her hands tugging at my hair again. I don’t need her words because her body tells me everything.
I shift my position to give myself a better angle. My release is imminent, needing a shove before I topple over the edge. Sophie sighs as I increase my pressure and speed. Her body takes every powerful stroke while my lips suck on the skin at the hollow of her neck, obsessing over marking her in more ways than one. There’s no use controlling the wave of possessiveness running through me.
Cries and groans fill the silence of the empty desert, our heavy breathing providing the best soundtrack.
“Oh my…Liam…” Her sultry voice runs against my skin, the heat of her combatting the cold air around us. Sophie’s not one for false moans and words to boost my ego. She keeps it simple and sweet—just like her.
A warmth creeps up my spine as I come, my dick pulsing inside of Sophie while I continue to slowly pump over and over again. It’s a mind and body fuck all at once.
I collapse on top of her. My lips leave soft kisses on her neck in a silent apology, the dark spots already forming, evidence of our night together. “I apologize in advance for the hickeys.”
Her throaty laugh brushes off my comment. I pull out of her slowly, disconnecting our bodies, both of us sighing at the loss. My lips find hers again and leave a lingering kiss before I grab a blanket from the corner of our makeshift bed.
“You spoil me.” She runs a hand across the soft quilt.
“Take advantage of me. You won’t hear me complaining.”
She sighs as she finds her preferred spot against my chest, her body hugging mine while one of my legs wraps around hers.
Sophie hasn’t spoken much today. I don’t know what to make of her silence—a rarity for her. I push away a seed of doubt about Sophie leaving next week, about where we stand as friends once the season finishes. About what will happen with McCoy and what I’ll do without her by my side next year.
I drift off to the rhythm of her breathing and her fingers brushing across the bare skin of my chest. I’ll face my problems tomorrow.
31
Sophie
People describe heartbreak as this instantaneous feeling where a heart breaks into a million irreparable pieces, scattering in different directions. Some pieces go missing while others stab you in the foot as you clean up the mess. Heartbreak is a ruthless fucker like that, kicking you while you’re already down.
I think those people who describe heartbreak are liars. Every single one of them who talk about a shattering experience, like you can fix a heart with superglue and willpower.
I can safely say heartbreak feels dull and hollow, leaving behind nothing but a husk of an organ. A broken, mangled weight inside of me, clenching and unclenching at the words Liam shares throughout the night. The glances he takes at my body, the feeling of his hands touching me, the way he sets me on fire from a single caress. His actions cut out parts of my heart with a rusty serrated knife.
Hearts don’t shatter because that’d be too easy. Hearts get ejected from an airplane, left to fall hard sans parachute.
Liam hiding the issue of his contract with McCoy is a surface-level problem. I know he has pure intentions. The real issue is his love for McCoy and his uneasiness at accepting his contract deal despite a problematic ex, a negative work environment, and the potential sacrifice he’d make giving me up. And for what? Friends with benefits? In the end, we’re a shinier upgrade from what he typically prefers.
The black sky with radiant stars brings me comfort amidst my sadness. Liam knocked out hours ago, too content and satiated to stay awake. Despite my grief, I loved every single second of the night.