Drifting Deception

Chapter Thirty-One

Fuck rules. When I suggested them, they were more of a guideline anyway. I didn't spend months with this man—falling for this man—to not feel him inside me. He'd already stolen my heart, and I knew I was not getting that back. It was time for him to steal my soul.

Henry cradled my body as I came down from my high. My hair was drenched, and my eyes were watery as I stared at him. My arms shook as I ran them up and down the side of his neck.

"Hmmm," I groaned as I bit my lip. "It looks like you have to honour your word."

Henry's smirk grew naughtier as he realised what I'd just agreed to. It didn't take a genius to know what we were both thinking. I could tell he wanted this, and I hoped he knew how much I wanted it too.

I felt him gently lift his clothes off, watching as he ungracefully threw them in a pile on top of my shirt.

"And you're sure you want to break the rules?" he flirted as he pushed my skirt up to scrunch around my waist. My body was exposed...to him and the night sky. I peered at his cock struggling to stay within the waistband of his boxers. I had to swallow hard as I pictured what was going to happen in the next minute. It was inevitable. It always had been. And I was ready.

"Fuck those rules," I said.

With that approval, Henry began pulling down his boxers. His dick sprung free within milliseconds as if it was impatient and unable to stay hidden any longer. I watched as he gently stood up from the outdoor couch, but I caught his arm and shook my head. "You know I'm already on birth control. If you want to feel me, you don't have to use a condom."

"Really?" he asked, seemingly surprised. My words hadn't surprised me, however. I trusted Henry, and I knew it had just been us over these past months. If I was only getting one shot at this, I wanted to feel all of him. Just him. And just me.

I nodded before his lips were on mine again.

"You are unreal, ma chérie" he whispered. "You know that, right?"

I chuckled against his lips, "If I say yes, will you fuck me?"

Henry shook his head with laughter. "So demanding."

I ran my hand over his cock, feeling him pulse against me. "You bring it out of me." I lifted my finger to my mouth and sucked off his pre cum, watching as his breaths shuddered and his arms shook.

"Don't hold back," I began. "I want you to show me what you can do. Fuck me."

Henry grinned, his expression turning hungry as he took one last look at the distance between his cock and me. I hadn't felt nervous until now, but as he ran his cock up and down my slit, I suddenly realised how intense this would be.

"You're making a mess, ma chérie," he sighed.

I sighed too as he pressed his head against my clit. Something in my core sprung to life as he increased the pressure. "Then we might as well continue making one," I flirted.

That was all Henry needed to hear before he pressed his cock deep into my entrance. It took me by surprise, feeling him stretch my body as he sank deeper and deeper within a second. I had forgotten how good this part felt, feeling the initial connection extending beyond our physical touch.

"Fuck, ma chérie, you're tight," he groaned as he pulled himself out and slammed straight back in. I couldn't silence the yelp that left my body as he immediately hit my G-spot, and I had to blink to stop my eyes from watering.

Henry continued to thrust into me, lacing his hands in mine as he held them above my head and pushed them into the couch fabric. I was grateful this hotel had invested in such a comfortable outdoor suite, otherwise, my hands would've been in pieces by now.

I had to scream as Henry picked up his pace, fucking me so hard I was certain I'd feel sore tomorrow.

"You feel so fucking good," he sighed.  "I could do this every day with you." I could do this every day with him too. If only he knew how badly I wanted to. I was trying my hardest to suppress the suspicion that he was only saying this because he was feeling so good in this moment.

The feeling of his skin grinding against my clit made my second orgasm build faster than the first. I always thought my toys would help me get there quickly. They were reliable and didn't change when you said "I'm close". But with this man, anything was possible. It took less than ten seconds for my legs to start twitching and my pussy to start clenching. He wasn't even trying to give me an orgasm, but he was making me come. I cried his name, screaming at the dark sky as he sped up his motions and pressed my hands deeper into the fabric below.

Everything was hurting. Aching. In a pleasurable way.

I wasn't going to shy away from more. In fact, I needed more. It was as if Henry could read my mind as he let go of my hands and lugged my blissfully exhausted body until I was on all fours.

"Look out at the world, ma chérie." His whispers were loud in my ear. "Think of how jealous they would all be if they knew what we were doing right now."

I stared down at the tiny cars in the distance, feeling awfully turned on at the thought of Henry fucking me while everyone else went on with their evenings. We were being reckless. Hungry. But I couldn't care less.

Henry slammed his cock into me a second later, the sound of his skin slapping my arse making me collapse immediately. When I tried to adjust my body and lean on my hands, he increased his weight on my lower back, keeping my elbows low and my arse high.

"Stay down," he muttered. "Let me fuck you while you bend over. I want to admire your gorgeous body."

His words were filthy. His actions were raw and primal. But it was exactly what I wanted—what I needed.

I had never had sex like this. I didn't think I'd get off so much on being thrown around and pounded into at a pace that would be considered impossible to most.

But I loved it. 

Henry continued pushing my back down, using his other hand to tug at my hair. His grip was tight, strong even. But it was perfect.

I was forced to look up at the sky as he held my head back, watching as a plane flew by high into the distance. It gave the illusion of a shooting star, and I had to close my eyes and make a wish.

I wished to grow old with someone like Henry. I wished this wasn't just a teaser into what I could've had, but more so what I was going to have. I also wished for Henry, as mine...though I had a feeling I'd used up all my wishes by now.

The moment Henry let go of my hair was the moment I knew he was close. He slowed down his pace, struggling to hold his composure as he groaned and whispered, "Ma chérie."

I nodded. "It's okay. Don't stop."

I could feel him nod as he lay one slap to my arse and increased his pace again. The noise rippled high into the sky, and I set myself up on my hands for this final stint. I watched our reflection in the balcony window, feeling high as I saw the defences of the man behind me crumble.

"Oh, Sydney," he groaned, before pulling himself out of me and spilling his release all onto my back. My clit throbbed as I felt his warmth touch my skin, his dick pulsating as he let himself go in bursts.

I sat up to lean on my knees, feeling him cradle his arms around my front. His head rested gently on my shoulder as he steadied his breathing. I steadied mine too, feeling our breaths align like they had after every intimate moment we shared.

I couldn't stop the emotions flooding my brain as we sat there in silence, listening to the sounds of each other's sighs. Our rapid breathing. Our synced exhales. There was a reason I created the rule in the first place because there was no way I could fuck this man and not feel a deeper connection.

And I wasn't wrong. I was beyond screwed.