Stay Until We Break by Mercy Brown Page A

takes my hand in his and pulls it gently away again.
    “Why won’t you let me touch you?” I ask.
    “Because.” His voice is low and strained as he speaks. “I’m trying not to fuck you and it’s difficult enough as it is.”
    “But I
want
you to fuck me,” I say.
    “Yeah?” he says. “Let me hear you say it again and maybe I’ll reconsider.”
    “You will?”
    “No.” He smirks, the wiseass. “I just want to hear you say it.”
    I’m blushing now, so I pull him to me and kiss him as hard as I can, hard enough to wipe the smug fucking smile off his face. I ram my tongue into his mouth and feel his dick hard against my leg.
    “I want to feel you inside of me,” I whisper.
    “That’s not what you said.” His voice is rough as I feel two of his fingers sink slowly into me and I have to catch my breath. His eyes narrow as he watches my face. “You said you want me to fuck you.”
    “I do,” I say, panting, practically begging. “I do want you to fuck me.”
    Now he kisses me harder. His tongue fills my mouth as he slides his fingers all the way inside of me. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone that I’m shaking from the feeling of it.
    “And I would really love to fuck you, Sonia,” he says. “Believe me. Just not yet.”
    I want to ask why, what is he waiting for? But his kiss muffles the sound I make as he strokes his fingers deep into me. I protest when he pulls them away, but then he wets his thumb with his tongue and puts it right on my clit, sliding it so gently back and forth until I can’t stand it.
    “Cole.” I can barely whisper his name.
    “Like this, babe?” He circles my clit harder, rougher, with just the right pressure as he slides his two fingers back into me. I can’t even answer him,
Yeah, Jesus, just exactly like that, that’s exactly what I meant holy shit oh my God,
because my brain can’t form the words right now. For an instant I’m watching him on stage, watching his hands on the bass, and then I’m back here again, where those hands hold me and move me and make my body feel so, so good.
    “What do you sound like when you come, Sunshine?” he asks, his breath hot on my ear. “I’ve always wanted to know.” His thumb presses to my clit as his fingers curl and stroke something way up inside of me, reaching all the way into that sweet ache I remember but haven’t felt in so, so long. He touches that place again and again and again until every muscle tenses. I’m right there on the edge, whimpering helplessly when he says, “Come on, Sunny, come on my hand,” and then slides a third finger inside of me. I cry out and then bite his shoulder to keep from screaming as I come and clench around his fingers, clutching him as he strokes me all the way through it. “That’s right,” he says. “Just like that. Fucking perfect.”
    When the shaking stops, he cradles me in his arms, and if he didn’t, I’m pretty sure I’d just melt and drip off the seat from how my body feels. I rest there, nestle my head against his chest, try to breathe as I listen to his heart pound and then gradually slow to a steady, hypnotic rhythm.
    I’m not expecting to feel tears in my eyes at this point, and I feel so good right now I don’t know how to explain them. Maybe they’re happy tears, but regardless, I don’t want him to see because I don’t want him to think I’m some kind of freak who cries when she comes. But I’ve never come quite like that, and never with someone I’ve wanted so much, because there is no one I’ve ever wanted this much. A breeze picks up and I start to tremble. His arms tighten around me.
    “You okay?” he asks softly into my hair. I can feel his lips on the top of my head as he kisses me there.
    “Oh God yeah, I’m great. But I don’t think I’m high anymore.” I sniff and hope he thinks it’s allergies.
    “Me, either,” he says.
    He sweeps a lock of hair out of my face, and no one in my life has ever looked at me the way