Free Suffocate by Xavier Neal Page B

state fueling mine.
    “Hard and fast?” the words cause me to groan and shove my lips on top of his.
    He grips my shirt for leverage as I hurriedly unbuckle his belt, his jeans, and slide my hand inside to graze his heated member. Stuart’s moans rush my actions to yank his pants down with his boxers, spin him around, and push him forcefully to bend over the bed, presenting himself for the taking.
    “How are you this irresistible?” I mutter more to myself than to him during the process of pulling down my own bottoms.
    “Combination of my charming personality and hours of squats.” Stuart looks over his shoulder at me and winks. He lets out a small laugh that forces my hand to pop him on the ass, a moan falling from his lips. “Feel free to keep that up.”
    Is spanking universal? Does everyone enjoy a little roughness?
    One hand lands on his hip while I start rubbing myself slowly at the sight that I have been dreaming about, yet it only gets better each time I actually get to see it. Mid-stroke it hits me that I don’t have a condom in my wallet.
    I know! I know! I’m a nurse! I know better! I just...there’s always been a plan and steps that allowed for adequate planning.
    As if he can hear me, Stuart glances over his shoulder and smirks. “I gotchu covered.” My eyes cut to the condom package and small bottle of lube in his hand.
    Should I be concerned that maybe he was expecting to sleep with me? What do you mean maybe he was a Boy Scout? Have you been hanging out with Logan?
    Impressed I grab the condom first and slide it on before opening the lube to make this fast and hard ride smooth as possible. Two oiled fingers push inside Stuart and he hums in pleasure. Pushing them in and out I do my best to loosen the area. Patience quickly lost, I replace my fingers with my dick. He moans deeply and I grab the back of his hair for balance while sharply thrusting into him, each one more powerful than the last. With one hand splayed on his back burying his face into the bed and gripping his hair tightly, something savage inside of me causes my hips to jackhammer faster. To declare that I’m the only one who belongs like this with him. Getting lost in the moment, I forget about the stress of my job, the weighing anxiety from the family I swore to take care of, the fear that Stuart is just willing to say what he needs to get me into bed and let myself be free. Several muffled cries later, I’m falling apart inside of him.
    My heart beat is racing. After a beat, I slip out of him realizing how selfish of a lover I just was.
    I’m getting bad about that.
    “You didn’t...” the end of the sentence falls as I pull off the full condom.
    He turns to start putting his clothing back in place. “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t good.” Stuart zips his jeans. “Damn good.”
    I smile, dispose of the condom, and redress myself as well.
    When we both look presentable again, Stuart gives me a playful smirk. “Oh Nurse Man, what am I gonna do with you?”
    “Keep me?” I flirt.
    The comment flashes mirth in his eyes but only briefly.
    Shit. Was that wrong?
    Seeing the sadness now replaced where his typically playful joy I crave lies, I tilt my head concerned.
    Stuart clears his throat. “I should get Maxx and take her home.”
    With a nod I motion my hand towards the door for him to exit first.
    What the hell just happened? How did I screw that up? How can I tell everyone else the right things to say, but mess it up for myself? Please tell me all relationships are this complicated.
     

 
    Chapter 13
    Stuart
    “You can’t possibly be this fucking stupid!” C.J. yells at me while pacing back and forth in front of my T.V.
    It’s a good thing I paused the movie I was watching. However, it is taking everything in me not to laugh at the fact that Mr. Conehead’s angry face is frozen beside C.J.’s when he stops moving. Shave his head and give him scary teeth and they would look identical.
    “You don’t need a child,”