Hard to Love

Thirteen months prior

Seth

My cock is stiff in the matter of a half second watching Laura do a feline stretch on my bed. The mattress protests with a groan until she settles down cross-legged and lays the book she's been studying in her lap. It looks heavy and uncomfortable, but I know she'll read it until she's tired, taking notes on that bright green pad of paper. She'll be tired enough that she stays, though. That's all I want.

"Why are you staring?" she asks and then taps the pen in her hand on the edge of the book. Once, twice, before looking up at me with a cocked brow. I was going to answer, but then she slips the end of the pen between her teeth.

She laughs at my groan and then reprimands me. "You're impossible."

"Maybe I just like seeing you on my bed," I offer her.

Even with her tough-girl act, she smiles. "You're cute."

The way she sways slightly, reveling in the small statement does something to me. It took years to get to this point. Years of me fighting and struggling to feel stable.

Years of her by my side, carrying me along the way when I was too fucked in the head to see straight.

She glances down at her book and then back up at me. "Are you just going to keep watching me read?" Her tone is playful, a little taunting. It makes me that much harder.

I have to get out of here in thirty, meet the guys and tell them what's going down. I have time to enjoy her though.

I'll always make time for that.

"Lie down and spread your legs for me." I give her the command and wait for her reaction.

She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to contain her smile. Closing the hardback, she places it on the bedside table, scooting her glass to the side with the spine of the heavy anatomy textbook. "You like it, don't you?" she asks as she shimmies her way down the bed.

"Like what?" I ask her, feeling my cock twitch and not wasting another second to remove these jeans. I kick off the denim and pull my t-shirt over my head, noting how Laura's gaze drops down my chest, then to my boxer briefs the moment the shirt isn't in her way anymore.

I don't know if she does it on purpose or not, but the way she rocks her crossed legs from side to side on the bed, like she's impatient for me... fuck, I'm too hard.

"You like the dom thing?" she asks in a whisper and a blush sweeps up from her chest to her cheeks.

She asked me to try it out a few months ago. I tell her what to do. She listens.

"Fuck yeah I do."

I stare at her as I shove my briefs down. I love how she swallows when she sees my dick and her breathing gets deeper when I stroke myself.

"You already wet?" I ask her, a little cockier than I should be. With a little nod she hums an "uh-huh" in that seductive drawl she gets when I'm playing with her.

It takes a moment. It always does. Rocking in and out of her slowly, waiting for her to adjust, my skin is fire against hers as I rake my teeth up her slender neck. I can feel my warm breath in my face, followed by hers as I lazily kiss her. Taking my time, feeling her body writhe under mine. Her kiss is tender and sweet. Her nails dig into my shoulders, sending a slight pain that urges me to go in deeper. Once, twice, then her breath hitches, her doe eyes widen, and my name is a strangled moan in the air between us.

"There it is," I groan in her ear as she pushes her head back into the mattress. With each of my forearms pinned against her shoulders, I don't give her an inch of movement. When I pick up my pace, slamming myself deeper inside of her, she has nowhere to go.